Chapter five hundred and ninetieth slaughtering you like killing chickens and dogs
"Zhuo Bufan?" Guan Yishuang shouted when she saw him.
Zhuo Bufan looked at Shi Jian's injured hands, and a cold chill flashed in his eyes, and a solid cold light appeared in his pupils, "Did you hurt my friend?"
"Oh, another one who died?" Zhu Ren smiled with his palm. He felt that Zhuo Bufan had no power in his body. He was just an ordinary person. Perhaps he was a young master from a big family.
Only when you have a smooth flow can you dare to speak to him in this tone.
"If you break it off on your own, I can leave you with a whole body." Zhuo Bufan's expression was indifferent, as if he was looking at a corpse.
Fengren was stunned for a while, then burst into laughter, as if he heard a huge joke, his eyes looked at Zhuo Bufan coldly like a sharp blade, "Do you know, no one has ever said this to me since I debuted.
talk."
Guan Yixue's pretty face was full of anger and fear. Unexpectedly, she met a strong man of this level as soon as she went abroad.
Uncle Jiang is a master of magic that their Guan family met. Even her grandfather treated Uncle Jiang with a bit of courtesy. If she hadn't gone abroad to do business this time, Uncle Jiang wouldn't have followed him, but even Uncle Jiang would have
Isn't this man's opponent? Isn't this friend Xiaoshuang seeking death again?
"You are not his opponent, don't go up and die." Uncle Jiang covered his chest, a wisp of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale.
He had long seen that Zhuo Bufan did not have any aura of a strong man. Only his girlfriend Shi Jian was a master of dark power. I don’t know which martial arts family in China is a child. An ordinary person faces A-level strong man.
Just like the gap between an ant and an elephant, you can be killed by just a little bit.
Although Guan Yishuang has seen Zhuo Bufan pulling a giant compound bow and hunting the wild boar king in Paohu Mountain, Uncle Jiang is their Guan family's biggest reliance. Even Uncle Jiang is not the opponent of the long-haired man, Zhuo Bufan can do it.
Is it?
"Killing him is like slaughtering a chicken or a dog." Zhuo Bufan said indifferently with his hands in his pocket.
There is actually a saying in the world of superpowers that B-level superpowers can kill the master, but Zhuo Bufan knows that a true martial arts master is to combine true essence, martial arts, spirit, and three bodies, so that every move can drive martial arts.
Rhythm is a group of people who have truly reached the threshold.
The superpowers rely on their natural talent to awaken themselves or to stimulate the later transformation and transformation, and have the ability to communicate with the world, but do not accumulate them down with footprints one by one, just like fragile building blocks, which can be pushed down as soon as you push them.
Only A-level superpowered person awakens his powerful talent, which is enough to be comparable to a martial arts master. When he reaches the level of a martial arts master, he catches the wind as a knife, walks on the water, picks leaves and flowers, and is not weak compared to a martial arts master.
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Fengren's face was gloomy. Since his debut, even if he was defeated by his opponent and fled, no one dared to say that killing himself is like a slaughter of a chicken or a dog.
Today, someone dares to say that killing him is like killing a chicken or a dog.
The jumping silver arc crackled in his palms, carrying energy that could destroy almost anything.
"Wife, I want to crush your bones and raise them ashes." The sharp blade said, slashing down with one hand from the air, and a silver lightning flash crossed several meters to Zhuo Bufan.
Guan Yixue, Guan Yishuang, Jiang Shu and others all changed their colors. Only Shijian looked at Zhuo Bufan with a firm look. She knew that Zhuo Bufan was an invincible existence.
The silver lightning reached a foot of Zhuo Bufan and suddenly seemed to hit the invisible barrier, which was immediately offset.
"Master of Martial Arts, are you a master of Martial Arts?" Uncle Jiang's eyes widened and showed a look of horror.
The master of martial arts is an existence of the same level as the real person of magic. The master cannot be humiliated. He just entered the hotel and actually threatened Zhuo Bufan!
"Master of Martial Arts, no wonder he had such a big tone." Feng Bian narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Suddenly, the arc of lightning and fire on his palm dissipated, "Since you are a master of martial arts, I am also an A-level supernatural person,
You can't do anything to me, and I don't want to kill you, so let's just let this happen."
Although Fengbian assassinated my martial arts master, he almost almost died in that battle. He was not that stupid to risk his life to fight against the martial arts master at the risk of his life for a woman.
Besides, although Guan Yishuang is beautiful, there are 1.3 billion people in the Long Kingdom and hundreds of millions of women, so there are definitely more beautiful people than her.
After saying that, Fengbian glanced at Guan Yishuang, obviously a little disappointed, so he was about to leave the room.
"Who told you to leave?" Suddenly a faint voice rang.
The sharp blade, which had just taken a step, stopped in place, and the momentum of his body was rising. He turned his head and saw a bone-chilling chill in his pupils, "I have already said reconciliation, don't think that if you are a master of martial arts, you will be invincible in the world. You really can't die.
endlessly?"
"You hurt my maid and sent someone to kill me. It's unreasonable if I don't kill you." Zhuo Bufan said calmly.
Feng Ren was stunned for a moment, his pupils contracted, "You are the martial arts master who was assassinated by the Ruan family by Feng Ren? Gui Luo and the others died in your hands? The Ruan family has offered a billion people to ask for your head."
Guan Yixue was already very excited when she heard it.
The master of martial arts, the target of the Ruan family assassination? It is worth one billion?
Guan Yishuang covered her mouth, unbelievable. This guy who hunted me, the Wild Boar King, is a martial arts master with a head worth 1 billion?
"Since that's the case, I can only kill you. After all, one billion can be played for a long time." Feng Ren licked his lips, and his eyes showed a bloodthirsty look.
"Fight here unless you want to provoke the army of the Egyptian Kingdom, go to the top of the building."
After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he turned around and pulled the Shijian to walk outside, and then passed a trace of spiritual energy to Shijian. In a blink of an eye, all the wounds on her palm healed, as intact as new as white jade.
The pavilion is about a thousand square meters wide, with cold wind blowing and the moon is like a silver plate in the sky.
"Since you're still alive, I'll give you my wish. I've never killed the master!" said Feng Bian, and then his palm condensed into lightning. Several branches-like thunder and lightning were pulled, shining like white light, penetrated the air, and crossed several times.
Ten meters, coming towards Zhuo Bufan.
"Wind Blade!"
Zhuo Bufan made a random move, and a wind blade appeared out of nowhere, pulling the whistle as transparent as water, leaving him heading towards him, instantly cutting through lightning and slashing the blade.
Seeing the wind blade coming, the sharp blade was shocked and had to give up the lightning condensed in his hand. He turned to shake his body and avoided the wind blade. The wind blade slashed on the solid cement ground and pulled out a deep mark several meters long.
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He gave up condensing lightning, and the electric snake that was already close to him disappeared instantly without a trace.
"Are you a psychic?" Feng Ren was shocked. If the other party was a martial arts master or a psychic, he was no match for the other party at all.
"The fire comes."
Zhuo Bufan said lightly, dozens of fireballs condensed out of thin air, like meteorites falling, and heading towards the sharp blade.
"Thunder cover." The sharp blade gritted his teeth, was shocked and quickly condensed the power of lightning, forming a protective cover to hide inside.
Dozens of fireballs hit the top of it and the sparks storm felt more and more difficult to support.
"Come on ice!"
Dozens of long swords frozen from ice and snow appeared out of thin air, reflecting the moonlight, shining with a cold luster, whizzing like a sword rain, hitting the thunder cover. (To be continued)