As the cold voice fell, a thin old man wrapped in a gray robe appeared here like a ghost.
This old man has a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, thick lips, triangular eyes, and eyebrows, and his appearance is extremely ugly.
However, the aura on his body is extremely powerful and attractive, and his strength has already reached the level of respect.
"See Mr. Mo." When the monks from the Hu Ri Empire saw this person, there was a trace of deep fear and fear in their eyes, and they quickly bowed their heads and said.
Mr. Mo came from the border region, and he was a strong man sent to take charge by the border forces colluded with the Hu Ri Empire.
In the original attack on a weak country like Long'ao Empire, Mr. Mo didn't bother to intervene at all, and just followed as a routine.
But he didn't expect that something unexpected happened today, and a strong man like Wang Fan was killed.
Wang Fan glanced at Mr. Mo who appeared suddenly. He was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly,
"Oh, according to your opinion, as long as you are here, I can't kill them all? I will tell you next that I am not only loud, but also strong."
Wang Fan said calmly, without any warning, the right hand that had been stuck in the air suddenly waved downwards again.
Woo!
A sharp sound of howling wind sounded, and the blazing sword light emerged instantly, tearing the air directly, setting off a violent killing force and slashing at the group of Hu Ri Empire monks.
When the monks from the Huri Empire saw this scene, their expressions changed drastically in an instant.
They never thought that after Mr. Mo appeared, Wang Fan would dare to act so brazenly.
You know, although Wang Fan has killed the most powerful masters in the Huri Empire, he even killed the number one master in the Huri Empire, Hu Snake.
But the Mo Lao in front of him is a powerful person from the border area. How can he be compared to those in the Hu Ri Empire?
Wang Fan's move showed that he didn't take Mr. Mo seriously, and he was simply slapping Mr. Mo hard.
A slap in the face.
However, although those monks from the Huri Empire were angry, they were helpless.
They only had time to have a flash of thought, and didn't even have time to react to avoid it, when the blazing sword light had already struck them hard.
Tsk!
The bright red blood spattered crazily, and with just one blow, dozens of monks from the Hu Ri Empire fell down and died miserably in a pool of blood.
Mr. Mo didn't expect that Wang Fan would take action immediately. After he reacted, the dozens of monks had been completely killed.
Seeing this bloody scene, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth fiercely, his eyes instantly turned cold, and a monstrous murderous intention emerged from his body.
He turned his head suddenly, stared at Wang Fan with his cold and bloodthirsty eyes, and said word by word, "Yes, you are really good! If you dare to ignore me like this, you will end up worse than them.
Ten thousand times."
His voice sounded like it came from the Nine Nether Hells. It was bone-chilling and unbearable.
"You are only at the eighth level of King Realm, but you dare to boast in front of me and say that you are strong. I want to see how strong you can be!"
Mo Laosen said coldly, and suddenly, with a whoosh, the whole person disappeared on the spot and rushed towards Wang Fan like a ghost.
At this moment, the aura on his body also exploded crazily, rising to the extreme.
The murderous intent that surged through his body was as if it were real. The overwhelming oppression hit Wang Fan, making Wang Fan feel like needles piercing his back.
Wang Fan couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spiritual energy in his body began to circulate crazily in an instant.
At the same time, his right fist also
After clenching it tightly, surging spiritual energy filled his arms and fists, and he was ready to strike at any time.
This old Mo was extremely fast, incredibly fast.
If Wang Fan's movement speed hadn't increased and he was caught off guard, it might be really difficult to guard against his speed.
However, Wang Fan at this time is no longer what he used to be.
Mo Lao's body set off a sharp gust of wind, and he rushed towards Wang Fan in an instant. He opened his smelly mouth, smiled sinisterly at Wang Fan, and his hands turned into claws and stabbed directly at Wang Fan.
Whizzing!
The strong wind tore apart crazily, and under the claws of his claws, illusory cracks appeared in the space, as if a hole had been torn open.
Wang Fan's expression couldn't help but change, and he suddenly took half a step back. Immediately, his clenched fists were suddenly raised and blasted out towards Mr. Mo's stabbing claws.
Bang bang!
The fists and claws tried to collide, making a harsh popping sound.
Violent air waves spread out like ripples from the collision between their fists and claws, and both of them couldn't help but fly upside down.
Wang Fan's expression changed slightly. The reason why his expression changed was not because of the terrifying power contained in Mr. Mo's claws, but because of Mr. Mo's powerful body.
You know, at the moment when the fists and claws hit each other, he felt as if his fist hit not the flesh claws, but the diamond claws, and he actually felt a sting.
After Mo Lao flew dozens of feet backwards, his expression also changed in an instant.
He never thought that Wang Fan would be able to take his attack.
You must know that he is a powerful person in the Zun Realm, and he is also a strong person in the Zun Realm from the border area. His combat power is simply not comparable to the strong people in the Zun Realm from a small place like the Eighteenth Empire.
But now, Wang Fan is only on the eighth level of the King Realm, and he comes from
Even the eighth-level King Realm in this tiny place can actually compete with him.
This kind of fighting power is simply a little more monster than the core of the big forces in the border areas.
"Are you really a monk from the Longao Empire?" After Mo Lao buffered the violent violence that rushed into his body, he couldn't help but ask Wang Fan.
It was really hard for him to believe that in a place like the Eighteen Great Empires, a monster like Wang Fan could appear in the eighth level of the King Realm.
He was afraid that Wang Fan was the core of the big forces in the border area who came here to gain experience. If that were the case, he would not dare to attack Wang Fan casually.
"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?" Wang Fan asked back, and then his tone suddenly turned cold, "If my guess is correct, you must be from the border area, right? You should have had a share in the destruction of the Royal Capital Holy Court.
Credit, right?”
"King Capital Holy Court?" Mr. Mo's face changed slightly, "Why, do you still have a relationship with King Capital Holy Court?"
"It seems that I have overthought it. You are not the core of the big forces in the border areas who are out for training. In this case, I can kill you with confidence."
Mr. Mo said, no longer talking nonsense with Wang Fan, his withered right hand suddenly grabbed a golden Falun densely covered with cold knives, and threw it suddenly, and the golden Falun whizzed and spun towards Wang Fan.
As the golden Falun roared, it sent up a cold light all over the sky, setting off a strong killing force, just like a meat grinding machine.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and couldn't help but frown slightly.
This was the first time he had seen such a weapon.
Regarding this golden Falun, Wang Fan simply did not dare to block it with his hands. After all, the Falun was surrounded by sharp thorn-like cold knives. If he rashly caught it with his hands or blocked it with his fists, he would most likely be injured.
Seriously injured.
Seeing that the golden Falun was about to come, Wang Fan suddenly grabbed the shadow knife. He used the shadow knife as a hammer and hit the Falun hard with the back of the knife.
This chapter has been completed!