Just as the two of them were about to run to the exit of the venue, an incomparably terrifying momentum suddenly pressed towards them behind them!

"You two, stop me!"

With a roar, a blood-red short sword grazed their cheeks, flew between the two, and thud, slammed into the door!

"Run!"

The two didn't mean to stop at all, but ran faster!

Just kidding, if you don't run now, that's really stupid X!

But the two of them didn't run two steps, and in front of them, the blood-red long sword inserted in the door, black runes suddenly appeared on the sword!

Dense, sweeping at a glance, the number can add up to hundreds!

Then, as if they were alive, those runes followed the tip of the blood-red short sword like a large net, covering the gate, and the gate of the exhibition center was netted in it.

Mo Fan hurriedly stopped, and at the same time pulled Lao Han, who almost ran headlong.

"Why don't you run away?"

Lao Han looked at Mo Fan suspiciously, they were only a few steps away from the gate, as long as they left this exhibition hall, the streets were full of imperial patrol soldiers, and Zhou Wenkang couldn't do anything about the two of them.

Mo Fan didn't answer, but took out the alloy long sword he practiced from Lao Han and threw it towards the gate.

The moment the alloy longsword came into contact with the black rune, the longsword forged from the alloy melted into a puddle of molten iron in an instant, and fell to the ground with bursts of white smoke.

"Holy!"

Lao Han was taken aback by the scene in front of him, fortunately he didn't hit it directly just now, otherwise he really didn't even know how he died.

However, he was a little surprised, he had never even heard of those black runes just now, how did Mo Fan know that there was danger?

"Hehe, keep running, why don't you run?"

Zhou Wenkang, who was behind him, had already burst out all the C-level momentum at this time, forming a vacuum around his body.

"Boy, don't you like to tear down my platform? Then I'll let you know today what will happen if you offend me! ”

The few people who were still shouting to ask for money from this scammer just now were all shrunk in the corner as a little transparent at this time.

Just kidding, the F-level is really like an ant in front of the C-class, if it weren't for the fact that this is still in the empire, just a few hundred of them would not be enough for Zhou Wenkang to kill alone.

When they saw Zhou Wenkang going straight to Mo Fan, they couldn't help but mourn for this kid for three seconds, and if they could provoke a C-level to this extent, it was estimated that no one else could do it except this kid.

Looking at Zhou Wenkang, who was getting closer and closer to the two of them, Lao Han gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword from his waist.

"Mo Fan, you go through the back door, I'll drag this guy!"

As he spoke, the spiritual energy in his body suddenly converged on the long sword in his hand, and white light appeared on the sword.

As soon as Lao Han's body was long, he directly stopped in front of Zhou Wenkang.

Thinking of the law, the long sword covered with white light stabbed directly at the other party!

Seeing the long sword attacking, Zhou Wenkang sneered, and his palm suddenly slapped to the ground, and countless blood-red spiritual energy formed a wall in front of him.

Lao Han's long sword only collided with it slightly, and it was bounced out in an instant!

"With an early-stage waste like you, you want to stop me, get out of here!"

Zhou Wenkang waved one hand again, and a terrifying spiritual energy impact blasted towards Lao Han!

"Boom!"

For a moment, the entire ground collapsed with this blow, and the light bulb on the ceiling was shattered.

Lao Han was so strong that his whole body flew out like a cannonball!

A mouthful of blood, spurting out of his mouth!

If it weren't for the fact that his saber bloomed into a white shield the moment the psionic energy rushed in, enveloping him in it, it is estimated that the damage alone would have been enough for him.

But Lao Han quickly got up again, staggered to pick up the long sword from the ground, and rushed towards Zhou Wenkang for the second time!

"What about the F class? Enough to stop you! ”

"Bang!"

Zhou Wenkang didn't even look at it, and kicked it directly again, kicking Lao Han to the ground!

Blood flowed down Lao Han's mouth, and his face was already blue and purple at this time, but even so, he was still trying to get up from the ground!

Zhou Wenkang stepped forward and kicked Lao Han again.

"Dare to stand up, it's a bit backbone, but unfortunately, you guy is still too weak!"

Zhou Wenkang said, and when he stepped out, he was already behind Mo Fan, but Mo Fan was still standing in place with his back to him, not knowing what he was doing.

"What? Too scared to even walk? ”

As soon as Zhou Wenkang stretched out his hand, the blood-colored short sword returned to his hand.

He looked at the young man in front of him playfully, his expression extremely hideous.

"Why do you bother? Since you know that there is a problem with the exercises I teach, wouldn't it be good if you don't practice yourself, why do you want to debunk me? ”

Zhou Wenkang sneered and turned around to look at the people who were huddled in the corner and shivering.

"Look at it, boy, this is the waste you helped, they are born with poor qualifications, and they will only complain, you helped them expose me, and now I'm going to kill you, and only one of these F-class wastes dares to stand up, how ridiculous!"

But Mo Fan was still unmoved.

"Originally, there was nothing to do today, who made you have to talk too much, then it's no wonder to me, give me death!"

As he spoke, he used his spiritual energy to urge the blood-red short sword, and directly stabbed at Mo Fan's neck!

Some of the audience present closed their eyes when they saw this scene, and some girls screamed in shock!

Old Han got up and wanted to step forward to stop it, but Zhou Wenkang's psionic impact just now had already seriously injured him, and now it was extremely difficult to even move his fingers!

"It's over!"

Just when everyone thought that Mo Fan would be killed with a sword.

The long sword that flew towards Mo Fan suddenly stopped when it was only a few tenths of a centimeter away from him, and he couldn't take a step forward!

"What's going on?"

Zhou Wenkang was stunned, as if he didn't expect such a situation at all.

He hurriedly sealed his hands and tried to control the sword, but he was surprised to find that the sword was out of his control and lost contact with him!

"How is this possible, this guy, what kind of monster is he meowing?"

Zhou Wenkang was a little panicked at that time!

He is a sword cultivator, and in addition to the sword cultivation needs to be controlled by spiritual energy, he also needs to use his own natal blood to support it, so as to achieve the role of the sword.

But now, as if something had severed the connection between him and the sword!

Not only that, but after the blood-red short sword stayed in the air for a moment, it actually began to tremble violently!

It was as if there was some terrifying monster in front of it.

The temperature in the venue suddenly dropped.

Zhou Wenkang finally felt that something seemed to be wrong, but now that he wanted to leave, it was too late!

"Click!"

A crisp sound overshadowed the hustle and bustle of everyone present!

The originally noisy crowd seemed to be stuck in the throat by the collective in an instant!

Quiet!

Everyone's eyes were all focused on the short sword that stabbed at Mo Fan's blood-red at this time.

The 3-star level short sword finally stopped trembling at this time, and on the sword body, a crack appeared!

Zhou Wenkang's pupils contracted suddenly, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief!

"Click, click!"

The cracks have not stopped, but have become more and more!

One, two, three......

Eventually, with a "bang", it shattered into powder and scattered on the ground!

As the short sword shattered, Mo Fan finally turned around slowly, raised his head, and looked at Zhou Wenkang in front of him!

Just at this glance, Zhou Wenkang felt that his body seemed to fall into an ice cave in an instant!

At this time, Mo Fan seems to have completely changed as a person!

Fear strikes my heart!

He didn't know why he was afraid of a C-level great sword cultivator in the face of an F-rank, but the involuntarily trembling legs under his feet were the best proof!

He has only one thought in his head now!

Escape!

But now, his body is completely out of control, let alone escaping, and even breathing is starting to become extremely difficult!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Mo Fan walked towards Zhou Wenkang in front of him step by step, every step he took was like a hammer, smashing into the hearts of everyone present!

Looking at Mo Fan, who was getting closer and closer to him, Zhou Wenkang opened his mouth wide and wanted to scream.

But fear made it a luxury for him to scream!

And Mo Fan had already walked in front of him at this time, stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and buckled it on Zhou Wenkang's head.

Zhou Wenkang is a cut taller than Mo Fan, so this action looks very funny, but now, no one can laugh!

"Click!"

It was the same as just now, there was a crisp sound, but this time it was not the short sword that was shattered, but Zhou Wenkang's head!

Zhou Wenkang's body fell straight down, blood spilled all over the ground, and Mo Fan just slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, with a look of unfinished expression on his face

"The body of a mortal is really fragile!"

Spike!

A real spike!

Mo Fan didn't even use any trace of spiritual energy, and directly killed the other party in seconds!

All the people who witnessed the whole process only felt as if something was stuck in their throats, and they couldn't speak for a long time?

Is this still human?

F-level seckill C-level, the whole process happened in an instant, the C-level that countless people envy and admire, in front of Mo Fan, is as fragile as a piece of paper!

However, what made everyone present feel creepy was that although this voice came out of Mo Fan's mouth, the voice was another female voice!

The security guards brought by Zhou Wenkang originally wanted to come forward to help, but after seeing that the C-level Zhou Wenkang was killed in one blow, he was instantly frightened and retreated.

But how could Mo Fan let them go, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the air!

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, there was the sound of countless long swords unsheathed in the entire venue, and everyone was surprised to find that their swords suddenly did not obey the call, and all of them were suspended in the air!

Thousands of long swords of all kinds are neatly arranged in the air, which is extremely shocking!

And where the blade is pointing, it is the guys who are running away!

"Die!"

Mo Fan glanced at it contemptuously, with a little disdain in his voice, as if the lives of these ants were not worth mentioning at all.

"Puff puff!"

With the sound of long swords piercing into the flesh, those security personnel didn't have time to scream, they were thrust into hedgehogs by those long swords!

After disposing of them, the entire venue was already soaked in blood, and Lao Han also recovered a little at this time and got up from the ground.

He was about to ask Mo Fan how this kid could suddenly increase his strength so much, but he saw Mo Fan, who was killing all sides one second, and fainted directly the next second!