Song Rumei's departure made Zhong Pengcheng reveal a soft smile on his face.
Their first goal has been achieved, and now it's time to kill Wang Fan.
Woo.
However, before Zhong Pengcheng gave the order, the sound of roaring car engines came again outside.
Listening to the sound, it is obvious that there is distance and nearness.
Zhong Pengcheng's expression changed, he waved his hand, and two dead soldiers emerged from the darkness and ran outside quickly.
But not even ten seconds later, with two hisses, two dead soldiers flew back with blood splattered on their throats.
He fell to the ground and sobbed several times, making no sound.
Da da da da.
Rhythmic footsteps sounded, and soon, the black Rakshasa with a solemn face appeared in the house.
"Black Rakshasa, take Bai Di and others away and protect their safety." Wang Fan saw Black Rakshasa and immediately gave the order.
"No, I won't leave." Black Rakshasa resisted Wang Fan's order for the first time, "I want to depend on you life and death, and share weal and woe."
As she spoke, she threw the car keys to Bai Di Xie Hu, "You take Ah Xuan and the others away first to protect their safety. Miss Mu's side will be left to you."
"No." Bai Di Xie Hu shook his head at the same time. They looked at Wang Fan and said firmly, "Young Master Wang, we want to fight side by side with you and cannot leave."
"These bastards kidnapped our relatives and set up a trap to frame you and sow discord between you and Mr. Song. We are going to kill them all."
"Nonsense." Wang Fan felt a warm current in his heart, but his words were an unkind blow, "You two worked so hard to kill three swordsmen, what are you trying to do?"
"Let's go, hurry up! If you stay, you will only be a burden to me! What's more, the company still needs you to be in charge."
"Young Master Wang."
Bai Di Xie Hu did not want to leave, and hot tears welled up in his eyes.
They knew that tonight was a near-death situation. If they stayed, they would probably die. Wang Fan didn't want them to die.
However, Wang Fan was right, their strength was indeed a flaw, and remaining would only be a burden.
"Let's go!" Wang Fan shouted again, and the two of them helped Ah Xuan Xiaoyu with blushing faces, turning around and leaving.
Wang Fan turned to look at Black Rakshasa, planning to scold her and leave too, asking her to go back and continue to protect Mu Qianxin.
Zhong Pengcheng was already laughing loudly, "Haha, you guys really have a deep friendship! Now that you're here, don't leave, just stay with me!"
Along with the sound, Zhong Pengcheng suddenly waved his hand, and a dozen swordsmen emerged from the secret again, blocking the way of Bai Di and the four others.
"Zhong Pengcheng, your Zhong family is dealing with me, why bother them, just let them leave." Wang Fan looked at Zhong Pengcheng and said calmly.
"Leave? Are you dreaming?" Zhong Pengcheng laughed wildly, "You killed so many people in my Zhong family and also killed my brother. How can I let them leave?"
"I tell you, surnamed Wang, today, every one of your people will die."
"After you are dead, I will also wipe out Wang Fan's security guards. Anyone who has a good relationship with you will be killed by the men and raped by the women. They will all die a miserable death!"
"Especially Huang Tingting and Dai Yuying, I will let a hundred Zhongs turn them around and turn them into human sticks and send them to the state of Tai to become exhibits!"
Zhong Pengcheng's voice was very vicious, and he made no secret of his anger towards Wang Fan.
When Song Rumei was here, he still needed to be patient, but now that Song Rumei is gone, he no longer needs to pretend.
"Really? Then it depends on whether you, Zhong Pengcheng, have that ability." Wang Fan said, and suddenly flashed towards Zhong Pengcheng.
If Wang Fan was still thinking of running away if he couldn't defeat him before, now he no longer plans to run away.
The Zhong family must die!
Especially Zhong Pengcheng!
Zhong Pengcheng had been staring at Wang Fan carefully. The moment Wang Fan moved, he also moved and dodged back crazily.
At the same time, with a wave of his right hand, he immediately pounced out a group of dead soldiers and rushed towards Wang Fan crazily.
Wang Fan had already noticed these people hiding in the dark and ignored them at all.
The sword flashed across, and amid a burst of chi chi chi sounds, the three dead soldiers retreated with blood spattered and were split into two halves.
At the same time, Black Rakshasa and A Biao joined the battle group and rushed towards them crazily.
The scene fell into a battle again.
Two dead soldiers of the Zhong family rushed towards him from both sides, arms spread out, trying to hug Wang Fan wildly and give other companions a chance at the cost of their lives.
However, before they even got close to Wang Fan, they were already kicked over by Wang Fan and fell with great force.
They were kicked more than ten meters away, and their fighting power was completely destroyed.
Wang Fan did not pause, and slashed with his knife again, killing four dead soldiers of the Zhong family like cutting grass, and then broke through the gap and rushed out.
His target is not Zhong Pengcheng, but the four White Emperors, Xie Hu, A Xuan and Xiao Yu.
Ten swordsmen were already surrounding them, trying to kill them first to vent their hatred.
Wang Fan's eyes flashed fiercely, like a tiger roaring and a mountain rising, a flying dragon flying in the sky, and the sharp knife in his hand slashed from top to bottom.
The sharp blade pierced the air, emitting a tearing sonic boom. The bright blade seemed to be real, and the hunting wind was born.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
The five dead soldiers did not react at all, but their flesh was torn apart and their bodies were covered with blood and bones.
The blade had been deformed and twisted during the slashing process and was no longer sharp.
"Get out!" Wang Fan roared angrily and hit one of the dead soldiers on the head with the back of his knife. The dead soldier's head exploded and he fell limply to the ground.
The other four dead soldiers came to their senses and no longer bothered to surround Bai Di and the other four, and turned around and rushed towards Wang Fan.
It was just the difference in strength that made their attacks ridiculous. Wang Fan just flipped his wrist and the two dead soldiers were blown away. Their ribs were like rotten wood, fragile and cracked.
The other two dead men who had just brandished their iron fists had already been grabbed by Wang Fan's heads and slammed into each other before they even fully activated their strength.
boom!
The head exploded and there was no sound again.
Zhong Pengcheng was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
While gasping, his eyes were filled with endless anger.
These are dead soldiers of the Zhong family. All of them have early-stage combat capabilities at the prefecture level. They are so vulnerable in front of Wang Fan. How is this possible?
It is indeed impossible for ten early earth-level masters to fight against a heaven-level master, but they won't be killed so easily, right?
He felt a chill, and it was doubtful whether he could kill Wang Fan tonight.
"Let's go." Wang Fan killed ten dead soldiers, came to Bai Di's side and shouted.
The four of them took a deep look at Wang Fan, said no nonsense, and quickly stepped out of the door.
They knew that in this situation, they would really be a burden if they stayed.
Not long after, Wang Fan heard the sound of the car driving away. At this point, he really breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Fan did not touch Zhong Pengcheng, nor did he continue to kill the Zhong family, but looked at the battlefield.
First, these dead soldiers pose no threat to him, and they can be used to train the two black Rakshasa and Abiao.
Second, Wang Fan felt that there were some powerful auras in the secret that were not weaker than his own. He wanted to conserve his strength and guard against those people.
Black Rakshasa and Abiao are both very powerful.
A Biao opened and closed, punching to the flesh, with at most three punches, a dead soldier would fall. It was as if his whole body was a fighting machine, and his physical strength would never be exhausted.
Black Rakshasa relied on her agility to maneuver around. A snake-shaped soft knife appeared in her hand. Every time the soft knife was drawn, it would penetrate the head and throat of a dead soldier.
A large number of dead soldiers were already dead at their feet, but in the dark, there were still countless dead soldiers rushing towards them, one after another, in a steady stream, seemingly endless.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and couldn't help but frown.
How many fucking people are there? If this continues, Abiao Black Rakshasa will be consumed to death sooner or later.
After all, you can kill one person with one punch and one knife. To kill a hundred people, you have to swing your fists and knives a hundred times, and you will die from exhaustion.
Just when Wang Fan felt that he was about to kill all the dead soldiers and draw out the secret master, a gray shadow suddenly rushed out from the darkness.
The gray shadow is extremely fast, like lightning, and its terrifying momentum is very frightening.
He had a clear goal and went straight to Abiao Black Rakshasa, his body filled with undisguised murderous intent.
Abiao Black Rakshasa also felt this terrifying aura immediately, and his expression changed drastically in an instant.
Taking advantage of their stunned skills, several dead soldiers seized the opportunity and stabbed the two of them with bayonets!