My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head

485 Fledgling Plan

Li Fan's left hand was caught on the face of a grimace man, and his claws were activated, which directly broke his mask, followed by his skull.

On the other side, the grimace man pulled out a little knife and stabbed under Li Fan's rib!

Sure enough, he is a master at the highest level, especially the assassin. The knife is very powerful. But Li Fan just snorted, and the silver needle in his right arm flew out immediately, nailed to the grimace's brows.

The ghost-faced man fell directly to the ground and neither one left alive from Li Fan's hands.

Li Fan has always been friendly to his international friends, but since he is here to sabotage, he will not be polite.

"You grab my head."

Murong Ying complained unhappyly.

"I rub it, miss, do you have to keep your head on your own?"

"Well, when you were lol, you also liked to grab my head."

Murong Ying even remembered the past, "In reality you have to grab it! A winning man!"

"..."

Suddenly Li Fan didn't know what to say, but Murong Ying had already cooked the rest of the grimace man.

Looking at the twelve slayer killers that he had worked hard to cultivate, in the blink of an eye he had returned to Xitian, and Lao Mo's lips were shaking.

"No, it's impossible ..."

Lao Mo couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at Murong Ying and asked, "You, who are you?"

"Leader of Wulin, Murong Ying."

Murong Ying reported her name directly. She stretched out **** and pointed at the opposite Mo. "I can't think you haven't heard the words you just said."

"impossible!"

Old Mo did not believe, "Wu Lin, how could it be a little girl like you!"

"Do you look down on my age or down on my gender?"

Murong Ying's eyebrows were raised slightly.

"Little girl! Let's brag, let's die!"

Old Mo said, another figure suddenly flew out from behind.

This figure is very ghostly, like a phantom, in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Murong Ying.

There are no hands in this figure, there are two long swords at the end of the palm, and they are chopped towards Murong Ying!

His speed was so fast that even Murong Ying had no time to see clearly. But for Murong Ying, she didn't need to see clearly.

Only the best martial artists need to see with their eyes.

Murong Ying flicked her **** and flew the two swords. At the same time, Murong Ying raised her foot and stunned on the figure.

"boom!"

The guy flew out, but as Lao Mo pulled his hands, he stabilized in the air again.

The light hit him, and Murong Ying could see clearly that he was not a man, but a puppet after he was dressed up.

This puppet seems to have been made like a woman, with a sponge-like thing between its legs.

"I wipe ..."

Li Fan really looked below, "This vicious leader took out his inflatable doll as a weapon!"

"Well ... your death is here!"

After a moment of panic, Lao Mo seemed to be a little excited again.

"You are the leader of the martial arts. This is exactly what killed you. Our fledgling plan will be closer to the goal!"

Old Mo was terribly happy, and he seemed to have many transparent silk threads on his hands.

Necropsy?

In Li Fan's mind, this idea floated!

As soon as he shook his hands, more silk flew out. The twelve killed grimace men stood up again and again, with a very strange atmosphere.

"Necrotomy? Isn't this lost demon kung fu?"

Murong Ying also recognized this effort.

"Well ... yes, you're right. I'm not here for nothing ..."

Old Mo said, taking control of the twelve grimace men and the multi-functional doll he built, he rushed towards Murong Ying together.

"Amitabha ... Does the leader need help?"

Bodhi asked with some concern, but Li Fan patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother, it's all dogs."

"amount?"

Obviously Bodhi didn't understand, and Murong Ying has already shot again!

In the end, it was the leader of Murong. She still stomped on the railing, then opened her two hands, and from the palm of her palm, a piece of cherry blossom petals flew out.

Turn reality into reality!

"Nani ..."

Lao Mo looked silly. This legendary martial arts realm is really used today?

Or a little girl doll?

These cherry petals directly pierced the bodies of the grimace men, tore them up in the air, and cut off the silk threads that Lao Mo controlled himself.

"Damn ..."

Old Mo couldn't sit still anymore, and the disgusting smile on his face had disappeared.

"What's wrong?"

Murong Ying looked down and looked at this old Mo in a wheelchair.

"Damn ... why are you so strong!"

Lao Mo's expression was slightly dull, "Did Huaxia's martial arts ... have exceeded so much ... no, since you are the leader of the martial arts league, you must be the strongest of Huaxia!"

"Sorry, I also want to be the strongest in China."

Murong Ying shrugged her shoulders. "Unfortunately, there are people outside and there is sky outside. There are too many people better than me in Huaxia."

"It's absolutely impossible ..."

Old Mo did not believe what Murong Ying said, and his eyes suddenly fell on Li Fan.

"That man is your man ... I'm going to see if you have the courage to kill your own man!"

Old Mo said, and suddenly an invisible silk thread popped up, which immediately restrained Li Fan.

"what?"

Li Fan looked at his hands unconsciously and understood twice, somewhat surprised.

"Hahaha! You are now my doll!"

"Wipe, how can this work."

Looking at Lao Mo's smug smile, Li Fan's mouth immediately flung away, "Ghosts are only going to be your dolls, it's disgusting!"

"It's up to you!"

Lao Mo said proudly, "My sarcophagus is the only one in the world! No matter how strong you are, if you hit this trick, you must obey my orders!"

Talking, Lao Mo controlled Li Fan, let Li Fan jump up, step on light work, and fell to the second floor, standing in front of his fiancee.

"Alright."

Murong Ying is indifferent, "Cut your head first, then the old man of this island country."

"I wipe, calm down! I'm your fiance!"

Li Fan's cold sweats came down, but Lao Mo laughed, "Ha ha ha ha, stupid support the man, you can kill me!"

Then, he controlled Li Fan and made Li Fan move towards Murong Ying!

But Lao Mo urged the silk thread, but Li Fan did not move.

"Nani?"

Lao Mo is very strange, his sarcophagus has failed?

how can that be!

"Old man, have you played enough?"

Li Fan lowered his voice and seemed a little upset. "It's my turn?"