Wang Fan said sarcastically, kicked the young man far away, then pulled out the shadow knife and charged towards the twenty innates.
He was a little shocked in his heart. Who on earth actually made such a big move? This was definitely prepared!
It can be said that if they had met the same version of themselves yesterday, they would have really fallen into trouble. Even if they did not die, they would still have to run for their lives in embarrassment.
It's just a pity that there is no if in the world.
After the Black Rakshasa came, he gave Wang Fan all the remaining pills he had.
With the help of the elixir and after several days of recuperation, although Wang Fan's strength has not yet returned to its peak, it has returned to the mid-level innate level.
If he were to deal with twenty mid-stage innates, Wang Fan might have to consider whether it was possible, but to deal with twenty early-stage innates, he didn't have to think about it at all, and there was no problem at all.
Wang Fan soared into the air in an instant, pointed his shadow knife diagonally, and launched a boundless killing force, then slashed at the five or six people who were rushing forward.
The sword light emerged and murderous intent raged.
The sound of swords clashing was heard, and the weapons in the hands of five or six people were instantly knocked away. However, the shadow sword was so powerful that it still slashed hard on their chests.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
A series of sounds of knives cutting into flesh were heard, followed by blood mist filling the sky.
Those five or six people couldn't even resist, so they flew out immediately. Their whole bodies were stained with blood, and they fell to the ground lifeless.
"ah!"
The people around looked at this scene and couldn't help shouting in horror.
This is really too bloody and shocking.
The bloody scene and the bloody TV and movie scenes are two completely different concepts, and not many people can bear it.
The timid ones were so frightened that they fell to the ground, while the bold ones quickly moved away with pale faces.
The seriously injured young man in the distance looked at this scene with his eyelids twitching wildly.
"Kill, kill him, kill him at all costs!"
He roared crazily, but he endured the stinging pain and started to retreat, already having the idea of escape in his heart.
Horrible, really terrible!
Just by killing five or six people with Wang Fan's sword, he was already sure that it would be impossible to kill Wang Fan today.
To be precise, what he was thinking about now was not whether to kill Wang Fan, but whether he could escape smoothly.
When the remaining fourteen or five people saw Wang Fan killing five or six people with one sword, they didn't even bat an eyelid and continued to kill Wang Fan without fear of death.
Wang Fan couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.
A word came to his mind.
Death warrior.
After the Meng family died, he saw the deceased again.
However, today's group of dead soldiers is so powerful compared to the Meng family's dead soldiers back then.
Of course, Wang Fan's strength is also much stronger than before.
After Wang Fan killed the five or six people with one strike, he moved his steps without any pause and struck out with another strike.
Five or six more people were struck by the shadow knife and fell to the ground completely lifeless.
The ground was already stained red with blood.
The entire scene fell into dead silence.
Killing more than ten people with two swords is normal for ancient warriors, but for ordinary people, it is incredible.
This is simply beyond their understanding.
You know, human bones are very hard. How strong can you cut off the bones of so many people in a row and kill their vitality?
A dead soldier rushed from the side, with a ferocious look in his eyes, brandishing a steel knife, making a whirring sound, and slashed at Wang Fan's head viciously.
Wang Fan's eyes turned cold, he dodged the man's attack, and then kicked him back.
Bang!
A violent sound was heard, and the dead soldier's bones broke in an instant, and he was kicked out.
He fixed
The person fell to the ground, flopped a few times, and completely stopped moving.
"If you want to kill me, Wang Fan, you must be prepared to be killed by me, Wang Fan!"
"The masters of the Ouyan family couldn't kill me, the masters of Yuanmeng Pavilion couldn't kill me, and the artillery fire of Li Mansion couldn't kill me. Why can you kill me?"
Wang Fan looked at the dead soldiers who were still charging forward without fear of death, felt the surging murderous intent in them, and felt a surge of rage in his heart.
He smiled evilly, suddenly put away his shadow knife, rushed towards the two oncoming dead soldiers with thunderous momentum, grabbed their heads with both hands and gave them a hard knock.
Bang!
Their heads exploded, their blood spilled out like fireworks, and they died completely.
Wang Fan's voice still sounded, "Tell me, why do you do this?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
These three words were like a magic sound, rolling like thunder, echoing endlessly throughout the entire area.
While talking, Wang Fan had already killed three more dead soldiers.
He is like a god of war, who kills gods when God blocks him, and kills Buddha when Buddha blocks him. He is unstoppable.
There is a kind of anger in him that can swallow thousands of miles like a tiger, looking down at the world, which is frightening.
The few remaining dead soldiers were unable to stop Wang Fan's killing attack. In less than two minutes, they all fell to the ground.
completely annihilated.
Wang Fan knocked down these twenty people, but did not stop his movements. His toes suddenly touched the ground, a steel knife flew up, and then he kicked the handle of the knife with a roundhouse kick.
Whoosh.
The steel knife shot out like a sharp sword, and with a sneer, it pierced the back of the young man who had just opened the car door and had not had time to get in the car.
The young man looked at the tip of the knife that pierced his chest and fell to the ground softly, his face turned gray.
Wang Fan walked up to him and said, "Tell me, who are you, and who asked you to kill me?"
His voice was cold and ruthless, like a king's judgment.
"You want me to tell you? No way! Even if I die, I won't tell you!" The young man became crazy.
While roaring, he suddenly grabbed the sharp tip of the knife and lifted it upwards. The steel knife struck his heart, his head tilted, and he died completely.
Wang Fan watched the young man die without frowning, and then looked at the woman who framed Chu Wei.
The woman's face had already turned pale with fright. When she saw Wang Fan, she couldn't bear it anymore and fell to her knees on the ground.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me. I was forced by them. They forced me to frame that big brother. It's none of my business. It's really none of my business."
The woman was in a state of disbelief. In fact, she was so frightened that her legs were weak.
She just used money to do things, how could she have thought that it would lead to such serious consequences?
"Go away, don't let me see you again. If I see you falsely accusing others again, I will kill you directly next time."
Wang Fan could tell at a glance that this woman was an ordinary person. Although her behavior was a bit shameless, Wang Fan did not bother to vent his anger on an ordinary woman.
"Yes, yes." The woman nodded repeatedly, then crawled away from here.
There was already a wet spot on the ground where she was originally, where she was scared to urinate. However, it was dark, so few people noticed.
Wang Fan didn't figure out the identity of the young man and his group. Although he felt a little unhappy, he didn't continue to spend time here.
He always felt that there were still eyes staring at him in the dark. He wanted to glance around to see who the other person was, but he was afraid of disturbing the other person.
In the end, he resisted the urge, called Chi Diao to inform him of the incident, and sent a text message to Black Rakshasa. He then briefly treated Chu Wei and his party and left the place quickly.
After Wang Fan left, a bearded man walked quickly out of the crowd.
He walked over to the young man to check, sighed, took out his cell phone and sent out a message, and then left the scene just as quickly.
The beard did not appear. From an inconspicuous position, Black Rakshasa had already caught all his actions. Looking at his movements, Black Rakshasa's eyes suddenly brightened.