You Became A Killing God At The Beginning, Why Did Your Majesty Rebel?

The army tents were lined up.

Dozens of Beimang soldiers were patrolling.

Ning Fan and others huddled in the dark, their eyes grim.

This was their first target tonight. Ning Fan roughly estimated that there were more than a hundred soldiers in this group, and they were very powerful.

Among the patrolling soldiers alone, there were more than ten sixth-grade warriors, and the rest were either fifth-grade or fourth-grade.

The people behind Ning Fan all looked extremely solemn.

This group of Beimang soldiers was too strong for them. If they faced them head-on, they would not have any chance of winning.

“I will attack first, you take advantage of the chaos and burn the military tent first!”

Ning Fan turned around and spoke to everyone, then he crawled on the ground and slowly crawled forward.

The patrolling Beimang soldiers were obviously more alert than yesterday. It should be the two small groups of people killed by Ning Fan and his team yesterday that attracted their attention.

In the dark night, Ning Fan, crawling on the ground, was like a bloodthirsty cheetah, who could suddenly kill people at any time!

The sword in his hand was tightly grasped, reflecting a ray of cold light under the moonlight.

Ning Fan was getting closer and closer to the patrolling soldiers.

Suddenly!

A ray of sword light was reflected on the face of a Beimang soldier.

“Who!”

The Beimang soldiers were immediately on high alert, holding scimitars in their hands, shouting in a deep voice, and the dozens of soldiers beside them also changed their expressions.

“Crazy Thirteen Blades, Kill!”

Seeing that he was discovered, Ning Fan jumped up, holding a single blade in his hand, and slashed it with great force, the blade light fell like a rainstorm waterfall.

With a puff, the soldier’s head was taken away with one blade, and blood rolled like rain and fog.

“Damn Da Zhou dog, kill him!”

“Enemy attack!!!”

In an instant, the rest of the Beimang soldiers came to their senses, and the war broke out!

Ning Fan took the lead and rushed into the crowd.

The power of a fifth-grade warrior, coupled with the powerful Bull Demon Sutra, made Ning Fan’s physical strength so strong that his flesh and blood flowed, as strong as a river.

As Ning Fan slashed out with his blade, these Beimang soldiers had no power to resist at all. He slashed them one by one like cutting melons and vegetables!

At the same time, the other Beimang soldiers who were resting in the military tent also woke up one after another.

“Beimang bastards, I’ll burn you to death!”

And those lowly soldiers of the Great Zhou also took the opportunity to go around the Beimang army tents, picked up the torches on the ground, and directly set the continuous army tents on fire.

Whoosh!

A fire dragon rose into the air, and was blown by the wind, instantly engulfing all the army tents.

“Host kills ordinary enemies, experience value +1”

“Host kills ordinary enemies, experience value +1”

“Host kills ordinary enemies, experience value +1”

The system’s voice is endless, but Ning Fan is not moved at all. A little bit of experience is not enough for him now.

He went deep into the crowd and killed everyone he saw.

There were even gaps on the sword in his hand, but it did not affect Ning Fan’s killing at all.

His strength was too strong. Even if the blade was damaged and he could not cut off the opponent’s head, he could still use his powerful strength to shatter the opponent’s skull.

Can’t cut it?

I’ll smash it!

“Host triggers the achievement of three hundred cuts, and gets the reward: Centennial Vermilion Fruit.”

Three hundred cuts!

Ning Fan, whose hands were numb from cutting, suddenly heard this voice in his mind. His eyes shook slightly, and then he couldn’t suppress his surprise.

Finally, there is something good!

Like the previous powerful Bull Demon Sutra and the Mad Demon Thirteen Swords, they are good rewards and have also improved Ning Fan’s combat power, but they are not real.

Centennial Vermilion Fruit, this thing is a treasure.

In the memory he inherited, the Vermilion Fruit is a spiritual fruit of heaven and earth, which can increase flesh and blood, temper the body, strengthen the body, and increase the limit of the human body.

For Ning Fan now, it is the most suitable treasure.

“Kill!!!”

Ning Fan became more excited, holding a single sword, unstoppable.

After a full moment, the battle was completely over.

But… this time, except for Ning Fan, the others suffered heavy losses.

More than 30 people died in the battle, and more than a dozen people were seriously injured.

Losing more than half of their combat power in one battle was an unimaginable heavy blow to them, and it was even more of a blow to their morale and confidence.

Wu Fei, who had been talking to him during the day, was also dead. His chest was blasted into a pulp by the soldiers of Beimang, and he died tragically.

“You, leave the grassland first!”

Ning Fan looked at

Those who were still immersed in fear and sadness were all stunned, and some could not believe what they heard.

“My military merits for being a good person are enough. Cut off the ears of these people, then quickly leave the grassland and wait for me ten miles outside the city.”

Ning Fan said, without explaining, turned around and got on his horse and left.

Everyone looked at Ning Fan who disappeared in the night with complicated expressions.

Ning Fan was not suddenly kind-hearted, but it was really useless to bring this group of people with him, and it might become a burden.

If they continued to fight, at most one battle, they would be wiped out. It would be better for them to be alone and move flexibly, at least they could move freely.

After leaving the battlefield, Ning Fan first found a place and took out the hundred-year-old red fruit.

This is a fist-sized fruit, all red, with mist on its surface, surging and vivid, with a vibrant breath of life.

“Hope, it can bring me a surprise!”

Ning Fan picked up the red fruit and ate it clean in no time, not even leaving the core. He bit it into pieces with his iron teeth and swallowed it all.

What a good thing, not a single cent can be missed!

Boom… Boom… Boom.

When the red fruit entered his stomach, Ning Fan clearly felt that a force like thunder began to grow in his body.

He could clearly feel that his strength, flesh, bones, and even hair began to rise and transform crazily, which shocked him.

Boom!!!

In an instant, his realm broke through without any signs.

Sixth-rank warrior!

Ning Fan’s eyes widened, full of shock.

He was not shocked that he had broken through to the sixth-rank warrior, but that his breakthrough had not yet ended, and had even just begun.

The power of the red fruit was like a huge wave rolling and surging.

Ning Fan’s physique seemed to have been tempered thousands of times in an instant, and each time it made his physique stronger and purer!

Remove the dross and keep the essence.

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

This force struck horizontally, tearing Ning Fan’s realm apart with overwhelming force, and it was out of control.

Seventh-grade warrior… Eighth-grade warrior… Ninth-grade warrior!

It was not until the ninth-grade warrior that Ning Fan felt the power of the red fruit gradually fade away.

At this time, he was still shocked by his earth-shaking changes!

He clenched his fists slightly, and he could feel the blood in his body, like a dragon, stirring up trouble!