The sword was like a net, leaping up from the hidden corner, and the brilliant blade rotated in the air at a heart-stopping speed.
Wang Zhao looked shocked. The moment the sword light struck, he had already guessed something, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly dodged to avoid it.
The two guys following him were not so lucky. They didn't even have time to pull out their weapons and were already devoured by the light of the sword.
ah!
Two shrill screams came out almost simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right.
Meng Fan slashed with his sword, and the two Wang family guards both fell to the ground. Then, he turned his eyes expressionlessly and looked at Wang Zhao, who looked shocked, and squeezed out an indifferent smile.
"Commander Wang, we haven't seen you for so long, and you already don't recognize me?"
"The one with the surname Meng is you brat!"
Of course Wang Zhao would not forget Meng Fan. After all, one day ago, he witnessed Meng Fan defeat Wang Ziyu head-on. The shock in his heart has not completely calmed down until now.
Although it was unclear why this guy's combat power increased so quickly, Wang Ziyu's defeat had sounded the alarm for him and made Wang Zhao understand that at this moment, he was no match for Meng Fan.
Without any hesitation, the first second this guy recognized Meng Fan, he immediately turned around and ran towards the inside of the valley.
It's a pity that Meng Fan no longer intends to give him a chance to escape.
With a sonorous dragon roar, the long knife with blood flew around again. The blade was so fast that it was almost beyond the ability of the naked eye to capture. The gorgeous knife light weaved into a bunch of popular sword light, which suddenly enveloped this guy's back.
.
Wang Zhao, who was running wildly, felt a chill on his back, as if he was being stared at by a fierce tiger, and every hair on his body suddenly stood up.
With his speed, he couldn't escape the sharp slashes of the sword. He had no choice but to turn around and fight.
"You brat, don't think grandpa is really afraid of you!"
After letting out a loud roar, Wang Zhao immediately turned around and folded his hands together.
With the explosion of breath, hard bone spurs immediately wriggled out of the arm, forming a pair of bone armor, completely wrapping the guy's upper body, like a hedgehog ball formed by bone spurs, blocking the slashing blade.
.
Wang Zhao naturally knew the strength gap between himself and Meng Fan, and the probability of winning in a head-on battle was zero. But after all, he was not an ordinary superpower. His ability to harden bone spurs made him very confident in evading this knife.
With a click, the blade that turned sharply had already hit the target, but the moment it penetrated Wang Zhao's body, it hit the bone armor with a loud bang.
Bone armor is indeed very hard. Although it is not metal, its strength is far stronger than ordinary metal.
After blocking the sword, Wang Zhao also let out a very sharp and ferocious smile, "Boy, you are considered to be great because of your high combat power. If you don't even look at where this is, I won't be afraid of you..."
Wang Zhao was very proud and burst into real laughter, but this laughter was destined not to last long and was soon replaced by another sound.
On the crimson blade, a stream of purple air burst out. The next second, the blade was also dyed purple, and a particularly hot breath was released.
Blessed by the purple aura, the blade becomes sharper and more unstoppable.
Those hard bone armors made an extremely harsh metal friction sound after being struck by the blade.
Then something unimaginable happened to Wang Zhao. The blade continued to sink. Now that it had cut a flat edge on the extremely hard bone armor, the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and Wang Zhao was reflected.
Call upon the inner terror.
The next second, the sword's light suddenly increased sharply, and it was slashed again at a tricky angle. The sound of cracking bones was heard incessantly. The long sword moved forward, crushing the bone spurs, and finally it was like a poisonous dragon, slashing hard.
On Wang Zhao's arm.
"ah!"
The end of the sword flash actually only lasted a short time, because Meng Fan drew the sword too quickly, and all these changes were so fast that Wang Zhao lost his reaction.
Just the moment the sword light subsided, the screams also started to sound.
Wang Zhao lowered his head in horror and felt a numb coldness coming from his arm. He instinctively wanted to retract his hand, but found that the hand did not obey his control at all, but fell straight down.
fell to the ground.
Then, he felt pain, a cold, almost numb pain that swept through his arm in an instant.
When his eyes focused, Wang Zhao saw clearly that his left wrist had been broken at the root and fell to the ground with a snap. Then he finally understood what had happened. He immediately covered the bleeding broken arm with his hand and let out a burst of laughter.
Howling like a ghost crying or a wolf howling,
"Ah...my hand, my hand..."
"waste!"
Meng Fan showed no expression on his face, and kicked Wang Zhao hard in the stomach. The huge force was transmitted along the ankle, like a cannon barrel in the center, and Wang Zhao spurted blood again, as if
It hit the rock hard like a dead dog.
"vomit……"
Wang Zhao's screams stopped suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. He was still immersed in the huge shock and disbelief, and even forgot about the pain and even the screams.
But the feeling of weakness caused by the loss of blood and the bursts of severe pain transmitted from his wrist made this guy quickly wake up.
He opened his eyes numbly and looked at Meng Fan who was standing with a knife. Fear had spread to every cell and nerve in his body. From his twisted mouth, extremely sour and laborious dialogue was squeezed out.
"You...why, why?"
"Because I have been making progress, but you have been stagnating, and you are no longer worthy of being my opponent."
Meng Fan glanced at this guy coldly, with an indifferent sense of teasing in his eyes. He slowly stepped forward and walked towards Wang Zhao step by step.
"No...don't come over, don't..."
Wang Zhao was in despair. The huge shock and fear caused this guy to completely abandon his dignity as a strong man. He was like a drowned dog struggling in fear, barking shrilly and full of extreme fear and fear.
"You are such an incompetent waste. If you can be tougher, maybe I can look up to you. I never thought that the dignified second commander of the Wang family would still behave so cowardly and incompetent when facing death."
Meng Fan shook his head indifferently, and the long sword was slowly raised, hanging above Wang Zhao's head. Regardless of the guy getting up to beg for mercy, he slashed out a silver wheel again.
Whoosh!
The sword's light was crimson, dyeing the entrance to the valley red. With a splatter of remaining blood, all Wang Zhao's exclamations and screams were frozen, leaving only a broken headless corpse, still kneeling and begging for mercy.
, was blown by the mountain wind, and fell straight into a pool of blood.
Meng Fan no longer paid attention to this guy. He turned his eyes and looked deep into the valley, looking at the direction filled with gloomy aura, and quickened his pace again.
This is where zombies emerge en masse. Deep in the valley, there are many zombies that are numb and limping.
And in the place where these zombies appeared collectively, a figure covered in darkness and wearing a long black dress appeared. He was sitting numbly on a stone, casting a cold and cruel look at Meng Fan with a gaze that lacked warmth.
"Xia Xi, it is indeed you!"
Meng Fan was stunned, looking at the figure that was more sinister and terrifying than before, and unconsciously tightened the handle of the knife in his hand. This chapter has been completed!