"Sir Deacon, I was practicing in my room, and he was the one who interrupted my meditation unreasonably." Although Wang Fan wanted to kill these guys immediately, he still endured it.
But when he was halfway through his words, he was interrupted impatiently by the deacon, "You handle your own affairs yourself. If you dare to complain here again, don't blame me for killing you directly!"
The deacon's tone was very domineering, and he stared at Wang Fan with an unkind expression, with a trace of murderous intent emerging from his eyes.
Wang Fan didn't understand how he had offended such a deacon, but he knew that he could not continue talking.
He could have a conflict with Luo Mao on the merchant ship, but he could never conflict with the deacon.
After all, this deacon is from the merchant ship, and the merchant ship is even guarded by a seventh-level Saint Realm powerhouse. That kind of powerhouse is not something that he and Su Luoyan can deal with now.
"You're just an ant, you dare to provoke me, why don't you go to a life-and-death duel with me?" Luo Mao became even more arrogant when he saw that the deacon seemed to be helping him.
To him, this was a complete turn of events and a huge surprise.
Originally, he thought that if the deacon came over, he and Wu An would be in trouble, and one of them might lose his life. But who would have thought that the deacon was actually trying to help him?
Wang Fan's face turned even colder. He was no longer too lazy to talk nonsense and said, "Lead the way."
"Yes." Luo Mao looked at Wang Fan with contempt, then fisted the deacon and led the way.
Wang Fan followed closely behind.
The deacon glanced at Wang Fan coldly, his eyes full of disdain, and snorted, "A mere ant in the supreme realm dares to call me to block the gun. It's like blinding you."
"It's just some bad luck that I was allowed to stay in the high-class cabin as an exception. Do you really think that you are a distinguished guest in the high-class cabin?"
Although his voice was very low, Wang Fan still heard every word.
Wang Fan's face became more gloomy, but his appearance was also calmer.
Soon, Luo Mao and Wu An took Wang Fan to a huge palace.
palace
There is only one high platform in the middle, with two words "life and death" clearly written on it.
The stage of life and death!
On the stage of life and death, there is still a faint trace of dried blood, and the faint blood is diffused, giving people a deep depression.
Obviously, many people have died on this stage of life and death.
Wang Fan looked at this platform of life and death, his heart filled with fear.
He did not expect that a mere merchant ship would have a life and death platform built on it.
With a whoosh, Luo Mao jumped up and jumped directly to the life and death stage. Then he pointed at Wang Fan and shouted, "Get up here and die!"
At this moment, the powerful aura of a strong man in the holy realm emerged from his body.
The murderous intention around him seemed to be the substance, spreading wildly outward like a turbulent sea, without any concealment.
Those with low cultivation level will be directly torn into pieces and die miserably on the spot as long as they are caught by that killing intent.
Without any hesitation or fear, Wang Fan jumped onto the fighting stage and grabbed the shadow knife in his hand.
He didn't want to cause trouble, let alone kill people, but now that things have come to his head, he will never tolerate it.
"Yes!" Luo Mao's eyes were filled with a ferocious smile, and he looked at Wang Fan as if he were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
He did not take action immediately, but suddenly raised his hand and placed a layer of barrier restrictions around the two of them, and then sneered and whispered,
"Hand over the space ring on your body, maybe I will be in a good mood and spare your life!"
Wang Fan was a little stunned, but he quickly came to his senses.
He finally understood why this guy kept knocking on his door. It turned out that he was eyeing his space ring.
Thinking of the space ring, Wang Fan couldn't help but feel his heart sink again.
He doesn't know this guy at all. Why does this guy
What is targeting him? Could it be that he knows that he has received 10 million low-grade immortal stones?
Thinking of this, Wang Fan finally couldn't calm down anymore.
If this is the case, then he must kill this person and must not let him tell anyone about it.
By the way, Wu An must also die.
Otherwise, once word gets out that he has 10 million low-grade immortal stones in his possession, God knows what a terrifying storm will arise.
When the time comes, I'm afraid that the seventh-level Saint Realm powerhouse on the merchant ship will come to trouble him.
"Okay, as long as you can defeat me, I will give it to you." Wang Fan nodded, then waved his right hand, and the shadow knife was sacrificed.
The sword light surged like lightning across the sky, directly tearing apart the space, unleashing a violent killing force, and swept towards Luo Mao.
In just the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was filled with sword light.
The sword light roared, surging vertically and horizontally, and the momentum was astonishing.
However, not only Luo Mao smiled when he saw Wang Fan's action, but even the onlookers who followed him below couldn't help but shake their heads.
Although Wang Fan's sword was very sharp, it was still far behind compared to the powerful ones in the Holy Realm.
If Wang Fan only had this little strength, he would definitely be devastated by this today.
It was rumored that a strong man at the ninth level of the Zun Realm could kill the Holy Realm in an instant. They originally had some expectations for Wang Fan, but now, they have no expectations at all.
Also, if the kind of powerful people in rumors can be seen casually, they are no longer rumors.
"You're just an ant, but you dare to attack me, huh." Sure enough, Luo Mao snorted disdainfully, and didn't even draw out his weapon, just rolled it up casually.
An even larger wave of energy swept across the sky and instantly hit the lightning-like sword light that filled the sky.
The roaring sound exploded, and in just a moment, all the sword lights on the battle platform were shattered.
Collapse in the air.
Wang Fan, on the other hand, was directly shaken back by the force, and even coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this scene, Luo Mao and Wu An were disdainful and looked at the monks with regret. As for the deacon, he couldn't help but shook his head, then turned around and left.
There was no need for him to continue watching this kind of battle. If he had this time, he might as well go back and study martial arts.
Wang Fan felt slightly relieved when he saw the deacon leaving.
He endured Luo Mao's attack and kept retreating, coughing up blood and looking miserable. He didn't let go until the deacon had completely gone away.
He didn't want to kill Luo Mao in front of the deacon, let alone kill Luo Mao in a relaxed manner. Otherwise, once the deacon's attention was attracted, the trouble would be even greater.
Although Luo Mao was suppressing Wang Fan and even beating Wang Fan until he coughed up blood, he was extremely angry.
As a strong man in the Holy Realm, it is so embarrassing that he has not been able to kill an Exalted Realm ant for such a long time.
However, just when he jumped out into the air again and wanted to punch Wang Fan again, Wang Fan suddenly exploded.
Wang Fan suddenly grabbed an elixir with his left hand, then threw it hard at Luo Mao, shouting, "Explode!"
Boom boom boom!
In an instant, the entire stage of life and death emitted a terrifying explosion sound, and smoke filled the sky.
And while the smoke and dust were rising from the battle platform, the shadow knife in Wang Fan's hand had already slashed out like the scythe of the god of death.
It was also a sword, but compared with the previous one, this sword was too overbearing and sharp.
Luo Mao's pupils were so wide that he didn't react at all. The lightning-like shadow knife had already cut through his chest and pierced his heart.
The smoke dissipated, and with a plop, Luo Mao fell to the ground, dead!
