Super King of Soldiers in the City

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With the drop of this cold voice, a thin old man wrapped in a gray robe appeared here ghostly.

The old man's pointed-billed monkey's cheeks, thick lips, triangular eyes, and eight-shaped eyebrows are extremely ugly.

However, his breath is extremely powerful and impressive, and his strength has already reached the level of respect.

"See Mo Lao." After seeing this man, the remnant Hu Ri Empire monks, a deep dread and fear appeared in their eyes, and they bowed their heads quickly.

Mo Lao, from the frontier, was the strong man sent out to sit in the border forces of the collusion of the Huri Empire.

Originally attacking such a weak country as the Dragon Austrian Empire, Mo always was too lazy to intervene, but only followed the routine.

But he didn't think that something happened today and accidentally killed Wang Fan and other strong men.

Wang Fan glanced at the sudden appearance of Mo Lao, then froze for a moment, then said flatly,

"Oh, as you mean, as long as you are there, I will not kill them? Next I will tell you that I am not only breathing, but also strong."

Wang Fan said flatly that there was no sign, that his right hand stuck in midair suddenly waved down again.

Woo!

A sharp whistle sounded, and the fiery blades immediately appeared, directly tearing the air and setting off a violent killing force towards the group of Huri Imperial monks.

Seeing this scene, those Huri Imperial monks changed their face in an instant.

They never imagined that after Mo Lao appeared, Wang Fan dared to act so brazenly.

It should be known that although Wang Fan has beheaded the powerful state power of the Huri Empire, he even killed the first realm master of the Huri Empire.

But Mo in front is always a respectable powerhouse from the frontier, is it not comparable to those of the Huri Empire?

Wang Fan's move did not put Mo Lao in his eyes, he just slapped Mo Lao in the face.

It's just that the Huri Imperial monks were helpless despite their anger.

They just had time to flash their thoughts, and they didn't even have time to respond to avoid it, and the fiery blade of the sword was already severely cut on them.

Huh!

The mad splash of bright red blood was just a knife, and dozens of Hu Ri Empire monks fell down and died in the pool of blood.

Mo Lao did not expect Wang Fan to say that he would do it. After he reacted, the dozens of monks were completely beheaded.

Looking at the **** scene, he couldn't help but twitched his eyes sharply, his eyes suddenly cold, and there was a tremendous murderous opportunity in his body.

He turned his head openly, staring coldly and bloodthirstyly at Wang Fan, saying one by one, "Yes, you are really good! Dare not to put the old man in your eyes, your end will be worse than them. Ten thousand times. "

His voice seemed to be from the Nine Nether Hells, and it was so cold that it was unbearable.

"Every level of Wangjing, I dare to boast in front of the old man, saying that he is also strong. The old man wants to see, where can you be strong!"

Mo Laosen said coldly, and suddenly, with a whine, the whole person had disappeared in place, slamming toward Wang Fan like a ghost.

At this moment, the breath of him was also bursting wildly, climbing to the extreme.

The murderous intent on the body was more like substance, and the overwhelming oppression turned to Wang Fan, making Wang Fan feel like a thorn in his back.

Wang Fan's eyes could not help squinting, and the aura in his body also started a crazy operation in an instant.

At the same time, his right fist has also been clenched, and the surging aura filled the arm fist, ready to attack at any time.

This Mo Lao speed is extremely fast, almost incredible.

If Wang Fan's body speed did not improve, and he was caught off guard, it might be really difficult to prevent him from this speed.

It's just that Wang Fan at this time is no longer comparable.

Mo Lao's body lifted Ling Xian's gust of wind, and he had rushed to Wang Fan in an instant. He grinned that smelly mouth and smiled at Wang Fan, and his hands became claws.

Whizzing!

The violent tears of the strong wind, under the stabs of his claws, there were illusory cracks in the space, as if they were torn apart.

Wang Fan's face couldn't help but change, he then stepped back half a step, and then the clenched fists were suddenly raised, slamming toward Mo Lao's pricked claws.

Huh!

The fist tried to hit, and made a harsh pop.

The violent air waves raged like a ripple from the collision between the two claws, and both of them couldn't help but fall.

Wang Fan's complexion changed slightly, not because of the terror in Mo Lao's claws, but because of Mo Lao's powerful body.

You know, at the moment when the claws hit each other, he only felt that his fist seemed to be not a meat claw, but a diamond claw, and he even felt a tingling pain.

Mo Lao's complexion also changed instantly after flying down dozens of feet.

He never thought that Wang Fan could take his attack.

You know, he is a respectable powerhouse, and he is also a respectable powerhouse from the frontier. His fighting power is not comparable to that of the 18th Empire.

But now, there is an eighth floor of Wangjing in Wang Fan District, and it is still the eighth floor of Wangjing from this projectile land, even if he can compete with him.

This fighting power is slightly more demon than the core of the big forces in the border area.

"Are you really a monk of the Dragon-Austrian Empire?" Mo Lao buffered the violent violence that rushed into his body and couldn't help but asked Wang Fan.

It is really hard for him to believe that the place of the Eighteen Great Empires can have eight layers of kingly realm like Wang Fan.

He was afraid that Wang Fan would be the core of the great frontier forces here. If that were the case, he would not dare to give Wang Fan a free hand.

"How is it, not how?" Wang Fan asked back, and then his tone suddenly became cold. "If I guessed right, you must be from the frontier? The ruin of the Holy Palace of Wangdu should also have your share. Credit? "

"Wangdu Shengyuan?" Mo Lao's face changed slightly. "Why, you still have a relationship with Wangdu Shengyuan?"

"It seems that the old man thinks a lot, you are not the core of those big frontier forces who go out and practice. Since that is the case, the old man can kill you with confidence."

Mo Lao said, not talking nonsense with Wang Fan, his dry right hand suddenly grabbed a cold golden dharma wheel, and a sudden throw, the golden dharma wheel whirled and turned toward Wang Fan.

The golden Falun whistled, rolled up the sky's cold awn, and set off a strong killing force, just like a meat grinder.

Wang Fan looked at this scene and frowned slightly.

This is the first time he has seen this weapon.

For this golden Falun, Wang Fan didn't dare to block it with both hands. After all, Falun was surrounded by a sharp sword like a thorn. If he picked it up with his hands and fumbled it with his fists, he would probably suffer Seriously injured.

Seeing that the golden Falun was coming, Wang Fan suddenly grabbed the Shadow Knife. He used the Shadow Knife as a hammer and bombarded the Falun with the back of the knife.

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