Poof!

The bloody figure staggered and finally stumbled to the door of a bar.

"Is this it?"

Ning Fan's eyes flashed with a faint blue light, he looked indifferently ahead, behind him, there were corpses lined up in a long road, a street stained with blood, countless crossbow arrows and broken weapons stuck on the ground or corpses.

The disgusting smell of blood filled the air, and round heads rolled on the ground.

"I said you were flies? Flying around, annoying!"

A red light flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, and he turned around and looked coldly at the figure that came again.

He leaned over and galloped away, the two sharp knives stuck in the ground were grabbed by him, and the red lotus flower of death bloomed again, not a drop of blood, but countless gods disappeared in his hands.

The bright red lotus bloomed delicately, and the warm blood was the best fertilizer, and the double knives in Ning Fan's hands snapped, but they were replaced with new weapons in the blink of an eye.

A bloody performance is a dance of death, as a dancer of the dance of death, Ning Fan, who was named Shura, was expressionless, with a few blood flowers on his face, and there was no grass everywhere he went.

"Stop him, don't let him in!"

The warriors of the Fangs Guild were sweating profusely, and Apollo gave them a death order to keep this guest outside, and if they failed, they would have no choice but to die.

Ning Fan's eyes became more and more indifferent, and the indifferent eyes seemed to him, he was just stepping on a group of ants.

The killing gradually subsided, and a Jingguan had already been piled up at the feet of Ning Fan, who was unstoppable.

Throwing away the long sword that was already broken in his hand, Ning Fan wiped the blood from his face, turned around and walked into the bar without a trace of nostalgia.

At the bar, a two-person wide door separated from the wine cabinet, as if welcoming Ning Fan, and there were even a lot of weapons to choose from on both sides.

Ning Fan ignored the surroundings and walked in, and just as he entered the door, there was a click behind him, and it turned out that the secret door was closed.

With his bare hands, he walked in the steel aisle, and only at the end of the space did he expand and extend, and in front of Ning Fan were two elevators.

Ning Fan walked into one of the lifts, and before he could press the button, the lifts started on their own and began to descend.

With his hands clasped in front of his chest, Ning Fan leaned against the wall, and suddenly raised his head to look at the hidden probe above his head.

He realized that someone was spying on him, and facing the probe, Ning Fan showed a chilling sneer.

About a minute later, the elevator stopped, the gate opened, and a rain of pear blossoms flew in.

Jingle Jingle –

Countless sharp dark chess pieces hit the wall, bursting into a crisp sound, and outside, the warriors of the Fangs Guild blocked there, but they were stunned.

The elevator was empty, except for crossbow arrows and dart walls, and hidden weapons scattered all over the ground.

"Are you looking for me?"

Ning Fan's voice suddenly came from the back of the crowd, and everyone turned around in shock, only to see that Ning Fan, who was supposed to be in the elevator, didn't know when he touched their back.

"Drink!"

The majestic true qi condensed into a cyclone in Ning Fan's hand, and with one palm, a figure was shot away like a cannonball, and all the people along the way were knocked down, and finally the person who was knocked out turned into a cloud of blood mist with a bang.

With just one move, the elite killers of the Fangs Guild who had been waiting here for a long time lost half of their combat power, and a wave of fear rose in the hearts of this group of people who didn't feel pain at this moment.

Cold fear spread in the aisle, Ning Fan grabbed a scimitar, and the cold light flickered like a full moon in the already somewhat narrow space.

Puff puff, human heads rolled on the ground, and the killing caused by Ning Fan stained the silver-white aisle red.

After resolving this wave of ambushes, Ning Fan advanced again, and he had already penetrated into the underground base of the Fangs Guild at this moment.

Walking at the headquarters of the Fangs Guild, Ning Fan walked unimpeded, and the ambush prepared for him on the way was treated as if there was nothing, there was no obstacle for him at all, at most it was just a waste of time.

The headquarters of the Fangs Guild, that is, this underground base, was magnificent, with no edge in sight, like a world of steel, the size of half a city, and after walking to the roughly central location, Ning Fan could no longer remember how many killings he had caused along the way.

The black-pressed figures stood up from both sides, they did not stop Ning Fan from advancing, but instead welcomed Ning Fan's arrival as if they were in the middle of the road.

In front of the road, a group of figures could be vaguely seen, Ning Fan squinted his eyes, and his pace couldn't help but become faster.

"Shura, you're finally here!"

"Apollo!"

"Ning Fan!"

Apollo walked out with Xu Ruolan, he stretched out his hand to stop Xu Ruolan who was excited to run towards Ning Fan, and the elegant smile on his face gradually became cold.

"I wonder if you like the welcome ceremony I prepared?"

"Let a group of people come and send them to their deaths, is this your welcome ceremony?"

"Hehehe, this can only mean that they are just a bunch of rubbish, you helped me clear a bunch of rubbish, I thank you for being too late!"

That's right, Apollo just let that group of people go out to die, knowing that they would definitely not be able to stop Ning Fan, but he still prepared this group of cannon fodder for Ning Fan.

But after losing so many people, Apollo was not heartbroken, in his opinion, this group of people died when they died, and in the hands of Ning Fan, they could only be blamed for not being strong enough, and if they were not strong enough, they were not worthy of living, this world is for ambitious and strong people.

Others, on the other hand, are just stepping stones for people like him Apollo, and it doesn't matter how many people die.

"Look, this is the famous Phantom Shura, don't you want to be a hero? Now I'll give you a chance, I'll be caught now, or I'll let your most beloved woman die in front of you!"

Apollo pinched Xu Ruolan's neck, and slowly began to exert force on his hand.

Xu Ruolan's eyes widened, she couldn't breathe anymore when she was pinched by her neck, so she could only do some indifferent struggles.

Ning Fan's eyes widened and he looked at Apollo angrily, and he yelled, "Don't do anything to her!"

"Of course you can, I don't want to destroy the flowers with my hands, come and bring up the big gift I prepared for His Excellency Shura!"

Apollo laughed loudly, let go of his palm, Xu Ruolan was able to breathe, and just as she wanted to say something, she was escorted down by Apollo's personal guards.

At the same time, the crowd separated, and the two people brought up a hideous torture instrument, and Apollo also walked towards Ning Fan.

His meaning was obvious.

(End of chapter)