No one thought that Wang Fan would really dare to touch Zhong Kun and actually dare to kill Zhong Kun.
Doesn't he care whether Ah Xuan or Song Rumei lives or dies?
They felt waves of chill.
Especially Zhong Lan, Zhong Wanli, and those few Zhong family losers, while their hearts were shaking, they also made up their minds to kill Wang Fan.
If Wang Fan doesn't die, it will definitely be a future trouble for the Zhong family.
With Wang Fan's ruthlessness, if he could escape by chance today, the Zhong family would face disaster.
"Wang Fan, you are looking for death!" Zhong Lan was furious and screamed crazily. At the same time, he stabbed Ah Xuan's other leg hard again.
laugh.
The knife cut into the flesh, and A-Xuan finally couldn't help but scream.
Her legs were stabbed, and she could no longer stand and fell weakly.
But Zhong Wanli didn't let her fall at all. He tore her hair, grabbed the red cigarette butt in his right hand, and pushed it hard towards her face.
laugh.
The hot cigarette butt left scars on A-Xuan's face, and even shreds of tobacco smoke rose up, and A-Xuan screamed again.
The blood stains left in the legs dripped and dyed the ground red, forming plum blossom traces, which was extremely poignant.
"Roar!" A Biao below looked at this scene and became violent. He rushed towards A Xuan desperately.
At the same time, Bai Di and Xie Hu also joined the battle group without fear of death.
The war was triggered and was extremely brutal.
A Biao was like crazy, killing gods when God blocked him, and killing Buddha when Buddha blocked him.
That fierce iron fist is like a golden steel arm, fierce and violent.
Several Zhong family swordsmen rushed over, but before they could cut off their swords, they were already hit by A Biao. Blood spurted from his mouth and flew backwards. His ribs were stabbed back, and he died without a sound.
A Biao kept walking and continued to move forward. Two more bangs were heard, and the heads of two more Zhong family swordsmen were blasted, causing blood to rain everywhere.
In just a short moment, at least seven or eight swordsmen died under A Biao's iron fist.
His powerful fighting power shocked everyone's attention.
Of course, A Biao also had several knife marks left on his body, but they were not fatal.
The burly figure, coupled with the blood stains all over his body, combined with the fierce face, made the whole person
He looks like Shura from hell.
Watching this scene, Zhong Lan and his group's expressions suddenly changed.
They clearly felt that A Biao's strength had reached the powerful early stage of prefecture level at this moment.
The combat effectiveness has even surpassed that of the early stage of the prefecture level.
How can this be?
Zhong Lan and Zhong Wanli's hearts were bleeding. That was a gold-level swordsman, and his strength was already infinitely close to that of an earth-level swordsman.
Now they are being beaten to death by A Biao like sandbags. How the hell can you bear this?
Compared to Zhong Lan and Zhong Wanli, the faces of the Zhong family swordsmen did not change much, and they still rushed towards A Biao without fear of death.
When someone dies, someone will take over, like a moth to a flame, life and death will continue.
A Biao became more and more courageous as he fought. In the end, his eyes even turned red and there was no emotion at all.
One after another, the swordsmen were killed by him like sandbags, and at the same time, there were also several cuts with bone-deep wounds on their bodies.
The bright red blood stained his entire huge body, but he was still fighting crazily, his fighting power not diminishing but increasing, like a killing machine.
A few minutes later, a dozen more swordsmen fell down, their bodies piled up on top of each other.
Maybe A Biao attracted most of the firepower, or maybe he simply looked down on Bai Emperor Xie Hu, so not many swordsmen rushed towards Bai Emperor Xie Hu.
There are only two.
Facing two Zhong family swordsmen who were infinitely close to the ground level, White Emperor Xie Hu reluctantly fought hard. Although the dangers were everywhere, he was not defeated in a short time.
Zhong Wanli looked at A Biao who was fighting and turned into a demon, his eyes were already red, "Stop, stop!"
He roared crazily, suddenly grabbed A-Xuan's throat, and lifted it up, "Damn it, if you dare to attack again, I will tear him apart!"
He was really angry, extremely angry.
Each of these gold-level swordsmen was trained with countless efforts and efforts, and they came here tonight to deal with Wang Fan.
Now, he was being fucked like a torment by A Biao, how could he endure it?
A Biao had become red-eyed, or lost his mind. He turned a deaf ear to Zhong Wanli's words and continued to fight fiercely.
As the number of knife wounds on the body increased, the swordsmen died one after another at their feet, piling up into a mountain.
"You bastard, if you kill my Zhong family swordsman, then I will kill your sister." Zhong Wanli roared angrily and pinched A-Xuan's throat with his fingers!
He's crazy!
He is angry!
He wants to kill Ah Xuan to vent his hatred!
Attracted by A Biao, Zhong Wanli was so angry that he forgot Wang Fan's existence at this moment.
"Shut up!" Zhong Lan also realized that something was wrong and was about to scold Zhong Wanli when Wang Fan had already dodged and ran in front of Zhong Wanli.
"die!"
He looked at Ah Xuan who was being tortured in great pain. As soon as he said the word "death", his whole body hit Zhong Wanli.
Bang!
Zhong Wanli grunted when he was hit, and took three steps back, but was not knocked away.
Wang Fan's eyes flashed with surprise, and he grabbed A-Xuan like lightning, tapped her several times, and then pulled her behind him.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhong Lan subconsciously wanted to retreat, but Wang Fan grabbed his hair and pulled him back.
Zhong Lan screamed and punched Wang Fan suddenly.
That powerful aura, I was shocked that it was at the early stage of heaven level.
However, Wang Fan was not too surprised. He quickly let go of Zhong Lan's hair, formed a fist with his right hand, and struck at him.
But at this moment, Zhong Lan suddenly turned sideways, tapped his right foot on the ground, and ran towards Zhong Wanli.
Obviously, she never intended to fight Wang Fan head-on, and her punches were intended to induce Wang Fan to let go so that she could save Zhong Wanli.
What a fucking scheming bitch.
Wang Fan was furious. While Zhong Lan was pulling Zhong Wanli away, he suddenly thrust out his right foot and hit Zhong Lan hard on the abdomen.
Zhong Lan was in pain and spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, she also used the force of her step to hold Zhong Wanli away from the dangerous Wang Fan.
Wang Fan wanted to pursue him, but Ah Xuan and Xiao Yu were right behind him. He was afraid that the two women would be in danger again, so he could only
Give up the idea.
He ignored Zhong Lan and the other two, but took out a silver needle and quickly pierced A Xuan Xiaoyu's body.
It didn't take long for their injuries to be relieved, and the swelling and burns on their faces began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Young Master Wang." Ah Xuan stood up reluctantly and threw herself into Wang Fan's arms like a deer, but she did not cry.
Wang Fan patted the shoulders of the two women and looked at A Biao, Bai Emperor, Xie Hu and the others.
A Biao was still fighting madly, covered in blood, like a demon or a god.
After such a long period of fighting, his combat effectiveness not only did not decline, but instead became more and more fierce.
A large piece of the swordsman under his feet had fallen.
On White Emperor Xie Hu's side, three swordsmen had also fallen, and they were squatting in the corner, breathing heavily.
Wang Fan's side was empty, and not a single swordsman came over.
"Bai Di Xie Hu, you protected them both, I'm going to help A Biao." Wang Fan handed the two girls A Xuan to the two and joined the battle group.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
Wang Fan picked up an iron rod and swung it a few times, and several swordsmen flew out weakly, leaving them vulnerable to a single blow.
When several swordsmen saw this, they came to kill with red eyes. Wang Fan didn't even frown and swung the iron rod again.
Another five swordsmen flew backwards and could not get up again.
"Let all your people come out so that I can have a good beating." Wang Fan looked at Zhong Lan and said coldly.
"Wang Fan, don't be arrogant!" Zhong Wanli roared, "Kneel down, kneel down for me immediately! Otherwise, I will kill her!"
He roared, suddenly grabbed the sharp knife, and struck Song Rumei twice.
Song Rumei groaned, but did not struggle.
Zhong Lan also became furious. He pulled Song Rumei's hair and slapped her several times in the face with a harsh tone.
"If you cut off your arm, I will let her go immediately, otherwise, she will die immediately! Don't you love her, don't you like her? Cut off your arm, quickly, quickly!"
"court death!"
The actions of the two men once again ignited Wang Fan's crazy anger.
This chapter has been completed!