Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

Qin Fan's shrill shout immediately shocked everyone.

Everyone looked at him in shock.

Sick?

Or is this guy drunk?

But I didn’t see him drinking all night.

"Xiaofan..."

As soon as Wang Han opened his mouth, he saw Qin Fan pick up a wine bottle, jump over the people in front of the sofa, and fly toward the waiter.

The waiter stood there quietly, but the humble smile on his face had disappeared, and he showed a sharp knife with a ferocious look on his face...

Bang

Qin Fan, who was in mid-air, swung out the wine bottle in his hand and hit the sharp knife in the waiter's hand.

The strong collision caused the sharp knife in the man's hand to deflect. When he regained consciousness, Qin Fan's right foot had reached his chest.

There was a louder crash, which made the entire box tremble.

"Haha, Blesser, you can't run away."

The waiter got up from the ground. The sharp knife in his hand had fallen to nowhere, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"Get out of here first."

Qin Fan frowned and said.

This sudden change made everyone a little confused. Murong Xue was the first to react and turned on the headlight in the box.

The dazzling light made everyone uncomfortable for a moment, and they squinted to see clearly the situation in the box.

The muscles on the waiter's face were a little distorted, but his expression was abnormally excited.

"Leave? Haha, lost people, please return to the embrace of God."

The waiter sneered and suddenly said something mindless.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Qin Fan only felt that a faint light flashed across the waiter's body when he said these words.

I saw the people who had just eaten the barbecue stood up with ferocious smiles on their faces, and picked up the wine bottles on the table.

"Slut, what are you doing?"

Wang Han was mostly awake from the wine, and he reached out to stop a young man beside him.

But he saw the young man pushing Wang Han down on the sofa with a wave of his hand and walking towards Qin Fan.

But at this time, Qin Fan seemed to be stunned, standing there in a daze.

"That kid seems to be stupid. Do you want to help?"

In the darkness, two pairs of bright eyes were staring closely at the box where Qin Fan was.

It was Zhuge Min who spoke, and the other person was Zhang Long.

"Don't worry, just wait and see, it won't kill anyone. Besides, if he can see his own incompetence, I think that would be better."

Zhang Long said.

In the private room, Qin Fan didn't pay attention to the people walking towards him, but stared at the waiter thoughtfully.

Just when the light on his body flashed, Qin Fan clearly felt his Horcrux trembling, as if he was extremely eager for the light on the waiter.

Just like when a person who has been walking in the desert without water for three days suddenly sees a spring, the huge surprise and excitement fills his whole body and mind.

has a problem

Qin Fan narrowed his eyes.

Whether it was the waiter or his Horcrux, but he had no time to verify it now. Those young people had already arrived in front of Qin Fan.

"Xiaoxue, close your eyes."

Qin Fan said softly.

Although Murong Xue still didn't understand why these people suddenly targeted Qin Fan, but as smart as she was, she still closed her eyes as she was told.

At this moment, Qin Fan moved, and his hand suddenly waved up. A cold light flashed through, and the two people walking in the front had a look of astonishment on their faces.

Blood

It spurted out from their necks.

The two seemed to be in disbelief, subconsciously covering their necks and looking at Qin Fan blankly.

Although he had just eaten Saint Grade and his consciousness no longer belonged to him, his instinct to fight had not been changed.

A close demonstration, and then a bottle bench greeting, this is the rhythm of a normal fight.

Just wiping your neck when you come up is just being a hooligan.

ah····

When the people who were at a loss at the rear saw this bloody scene, their most immediate reaction was to scream.

"This kid..."

Zhang Long in the dark was also a little dumbfounded. He just went on a rampage and killed someone?

"Looking at his tactics, he was quick and decisive. It probably wasn't the first time he killed someone."

Zhuge Min looked at the situation in the private room and analyzed it.

Bang

Zhang Long hasn’t replied yet.

The box door was violently knocked open from the outside, and a dozen men with blood-red eyes broke in, holding various weapons in their hands.

"Wang Han, take them into the inner room."

Qin Fan faced more than a dozen people by himself and shouted. He pressed his hand on his waist and the soft sword wrapped around his waist bounced straight with a choking sound.

"careful."

Wang Han finally realized what happened, and I'm afraid it was related to what happened last night. He stood up without hesitation and led everyone to retreat to the inner room of the box.

"kill."

The leading man shouted and rushed towards Qin Fan with a machete in his hand.

Although the small box restricted Qin Fan's movements, because of its small size, the opponent could only attack a few people each time he attacked.

The tip of Qin Fan's sword was like a spiritual snake. Every time he swallowed and swallowed, it came back covered in blood.

It's just that he also paid a price, and the back of his arm was injured a little, but fortunately it was not too serious.

Some people say that Chuanwu has fallen into disrepair and has become nothing more than a showpiece. In most arenas, it has no advantage over the various skills of other countries.

That's just because those arenas restricted Chuanwu's performance. Chuanwu was never used for performances or competitions.

His strength lies in killing people.

Now Qin Fan is proving the advanced nature of Chuanwu.

His body movements were flickering and his soft sword was strange and cunning. Ten minutes later, Qin Fan and the waiter were the only ones left standing in the box.

A beam of soft light shrouded Qin Fan's body without any warning. Murong Xue stood at the door of the inner room, her face pale but her eyes still open.

More than a dozen corpses were lying on the ground. The ground and walls were covered with blood. The entire box seemed to have suddenly turned into a hell.

Wrapped in the light, Qin Fan felt that the extremely painful wound just now was slowly recovering, and he felt an indescribable sense of comfort.

At this time, the waiter's face finally showed a strange color. He seemed not to have expected that an ordinary person would have such fighting power.

"Yes, I am arrogant."

The waiter clapped his hands, and a cold breath burst out from his body.

"Warrior realm?"

Zhuge Min narrowed his eyes in the darkness and saw that the waiter in front of him actually had the cultivation level of a warrior.

"Don't worry, I don't think this kid has reached his bottom line yet. Let's see again."

Zhang Long once again stopped Zhuge Min who was about to take action, and the interest in his eyes gradually became stronger.

Regardless of the upper limit, the courage, fighting skills and combat power displayed by Qin Fan at this time are much stronger than those of ordinary Transcendent warriors.

"Golden Shield."

The waiter gave a soft drink and saw a layer of golden armor appear around his body.

Qin Fan instantly felt the pressure increase sharply. Subconsciously, he also released his supernatural aura, and an old kitchen knife appeared in his left hand.

"Haha, is this your superpower? Kitchen knife..."

The waiter seemed to have never seen such a funny scene and laughed loudly.

Qin Fan was a little embarrassed, damn, haven't you heard a word?

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.

Then, he rushed forward with a kitchen knife and a soft sword...