Wu Fan returned to Zifeng Jewelry Building, and the two sides were overwhelming with black crowds.

Yiwei's crowd was composed of Dragon Clan masters. Of course, this group of people was transferred by Sister Wu Zhuo. They all had extremely high cultivation and held cold weapons in their hands, forming an indestructible barrier, blocking the way for the aliens ahead.

The people in front showed no sign of restraint. They were tall and big, lazy pig, golden hair, and big bones, which were obviously about 10 cm taller than the Dragon Clan.

Submit a large-scale cold weapon battle right away.

Just as they were about to fight each other, the Slag God's car suddenly appeared. The Slag God's car that fell from the sky was standing between the two men, and then Wu Fan put away the plane.

"You are so brave. You dare to come to cause trouble. The dragon clans were not afraid of anything 2,000 years ago. At that time, Emperor Wu of Han said that those who offend me, those who are strong Han will be punished even if they are far away."

"Now that our dragon clan is strong, you are actually bullying us at home, so you don't want to leave today, go to die." Wu Fan said, and then he did not give the other party any chance and took action directly.

"It's so arrogant. The person who is going to die today may not be who." A man with a force value of about 15,000 waved his heavy sword and slashed at Wu Fan.

Although the sword was very heavy, it was extremely fast and it rubbed sparks with the air, which shows how fast it was.

Time and space seemed to be split in that moment, and the entire people behind felt that powerful sense of oppression. The power of the sword seemed to come from the pressure from the universe, making people breathless.

The young man didn't move, holding a blade of grass in his hand, and he was about to get the pickup stuck on his head, and he died here.

However, at that moment, Wu Fan silently recited the Dharma.

"The index finger flicks the wrist slightly, and the power of creation is not strong!" The grass leaves in his hand actually flew out. The grass leaves looked like they flew out lightly, but it was just a visual illusion of people. The grass industry's flight speed was even three times faster than the EMU, and it was completely supersonic.

The lightly flying grass leaves actually easily penetrated the person's heart.

It doesn't matter if it pierces the person's heart. The speed of the grass leaf seems to have not slowed down and continues to move forward little by little.

The slowly and slowly grass leaves, the people who walked were in danger and could dodge.

It was not easy to get it. The more than 1,000 masters had a long strip of people pierced through and lie in a pool of blood in an instant. They didn't understand how they died until they died. Moreover, they died very comfortably and had no pain. What kind of hidden weapon was that?

Grass leaves are the sixth of the 8 stitches that Wu Fan practiced. It is already the highest level of physical stitches. Even two and a half meters thick reinforced concrete is instantly penetrated, let alone the body. Just like this, a row of masters from foreign countries were killed.

However, Wu Fan's own consumption was extremely great. This time, he did not hold the grass leaf, but took out two toothpicks. The moment the two toothpicks popped out, two rows of masters lay in a pool of blood.

There was no shock in the space just now, it was the feeling brought by the grass leaves, as if they had killed people silently.

But the two toothpicks just now were different. He brought great vibration to the space, as if the space was instantly drawn into two huge vacuum holes and launched over.

The two rows of people were lying in pools of blood, and Wu Fan had lost more than half of his skills.

But so what can it be? It will be destroyed in one go. The group of masters from a foreign country have no intention of fighting. They only have one idea, that is, to escape, this man is not a human, he is simply a god.

Wu Fan waved his hands, and the Dragon Clan masters behind him pressed over like a tide. In a short while, the soldiers were defeated and a group of masters ran desperately on the street. They were afraid that they would die in the hands of the boy if they ran a second later, or in the hands of other Dragon Clan masters.

The scene between the Dragon Clan and the Indian Kingdom 700 years ago was quite spectacular. There was once a general from the Indian Kingdom who was still very afraid when he recalled that scene.

When the reporter interviewed him, he asked the reporter if you have ever seen a herd of zebras chased by lions on the African savanna.

The scene was quite spectacular. If you hadn't seen that scene, you can imagine that the scale of the Indian army when they ran away was even more spectacular than when they were zebras when they ran away.

At this moment, it is even more spectacular than that time, because these people are all martial arts masters, and their speed is faster than cars. Some people are in a panic and suddenly hit big rocks, some people hit buildings, and even hit telephone poles, and they die very awkwardly. They really didn't expect to die in this way, and they didn't expect that a telephone pole would easily kill them.

According to their military power, the telephone poles in their country will not die if they are broken by them. However, the quality of the dragon clan's products is so good that they directly hit the telephone poles and the telephone poles are safe and sound, but the brains of the humans die of death.

"Surrender!" Some people knelt on the ground and raised their hands.

Some people even took off some of their clothes and held them in the air.

"I'm convinced, I'm really convinced." Some people use the standard dragon clan language, holding their hands with their eyes closed, and even kowtowed there.

No matter what kind of people are facing death, they will be the same. Especially the people in the Central and Western Lands, they are particularly utilitarian. They regard everything as business, and they will do it as long as it is beneficial to them. As long as it is not good for them, they will not do it. This time they received a lot of money, so these masters planned to travel to the Dragon Clan and transfer some gold coins back by the way. Unexpectedly, the money was not for nothing, and this time it was probably in the Dragon Clan.

The Dragon Clan’s masters are still very particular, and the martial arts masters did not kill them all. For the thirty-odd masters who surrendered, they just tied them to the telephone poles.

The warriors of the Dragon Clan severely damaged the warriors who came to eat in foreign countries at the cost of 0 casualties. This was simply a victory that was unprecedented and unparalleled. This was destined to be a victory that was famous in history. Of course, this history will have a great subjective color and greatly undermined personal heroism.

No one would believe that one person can change the whole situation, and one person can destroy many people with just raising his hand. Unless that person is not a human.

Although Wu Fan only took action, Wu Fan consumed too much, and he almost had to wait for a week before he could recover.

Even the most advanced warriors must follow the principle of energy conservation, and the energy they consume and absorb should be equivalent to that of...

It is abnormal that it has destroyed so many high-level warriors. If they don’t grow angry and don’t change their faces, they are almost unfair. It is also contrary to the most basic principle of energy conservation in nature.

Wu Fan and Ding Ziqi actually came to the same hospital and were arranged in the same room, with no one in that room. Of course, this was arranged by Sister Wu Zhuo.
Chapter completed!