Chapter Eighty-Four: The Difference of One Level
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"Min Temple, how can you be like this as a mercenary? The reputation of the Shengyi mercenary group has been ruined by you! I see how you explain to Shengyi!"
Rocky obviously felt his body unwell, but there was nothing he could do but watch the Min Temple run rampant, if... If Si Huang is here, there must be a way, right?
It's really ironic, he, a person who claims to be his brother, relies on Si Huang all the time and relies on a child?
"Hahaha... Young Master Luo, Young Master Luo, even if you go to find Shengyi, he should be eager to see you!hahaha......"
Min Temple is so happy, it turns out that the feeling of playing with people in the palm of your hand is so wonderful, no wonder the owner always loves to play with conspiracy!
Sheng Yi, the first-class mercenary leader, heh, if Sheng Yi had the fate to wait until Rocky returned, he wouldn't mind letting the two brothers meet each other. Pinshu.com
"Don't try to delay anymore, it doesn't work, you don't pay it, do you? Then I'm going to do it myself..."
Min Si smirked evilly and approached Ling Jing first.
"Min Temple! You... I... I'm fighting with you!"
Wu Fan stood in front of Ling Jing, his sword qi was exposed, condensed into a fist, and slammed towards the door of Min Temple.
"Hmph, I can't help myself"
Just by virtue of the peak of the seventh-order sword master, he dared to confront his great sword master, what is it if he is not looking for death?
Min Temple's sword qi protected his body, and his whole body was protected by sword qi, ignoring Wu Fan's attack at all.
Wu Fan's hands were a little painful, but there was not even a crack in this protective layer.
"Bang... Boom... Bang..."
Wu Fan did not give up, changed various combat techniques to try, and even dragged Song Xin to attack with him, but the two of them couldn't even break the defense of Min Temple.
"Wu Fan, the sword master and the great sword master, there is no comparison at all, even if you are already at the peak of the seventh order, understand? Don't think about leapfrogging the challenge..."
After saying that, his hands were put together, and the sword qi began to condense from between his hands, and finally formed a sharp sword, which was his weapon!
"Wu Fan, I'll let you see, where is the difference between the first level..."
With a swing of the long sword, the sword qi mixed with the wind flashed like thunder and lightning, and before Wu Fan and the others could react, their bodies had already flown out upside down and fell down fiercely.
"Poof..."
"Poof..."
Obviously, there is only a difference of one level, but the combat power is enough to kill in seconds.
Min Si didn't have a soft heart to say that he was soft-hearted, and his habit has always been to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.
Wu Fan moved a little faster, and reacted immediately after thinking about it, but it was only enough time for him to retreat sideways, fortunately the sideways allowed Song Xin to block most of the attacks, and he was not very seriously injured, even so, he still vomited blood...
In comparison, Song Xin was much more unlucky, his cultivation was not as good as Wu Fan, and he was also cannon fodder, and the fierce blow of the great sword master directly made him dying.
"How does it feel? It was too fast, didn't you? I don't mind teaching you again..."Min Si is like a very patient teacher, teaching Wu Fan again and again.
Wu Fan found out that it was not a good thing to be slightly injured, no, Min Temple directly ignored the seriously injured Song Xin and focused on him alone.
As a result, Wu Fan was bombarded by Min Temple again and again until he vomited blood.
"Don't... Stop fighting..."
Wu Fan finally begged for mercy, and Min Temple was very satisfied.
"If you don't do it a long time ago, why bother to get along with yourself!
"Min Temple, don't deceive people too much!"
Uncle Zeng was very depressed, obviously his cultivation was higher than that of Min Temple, but he was drugged and now he had no combat effectiveness at all.
"Don't ink, let's talk about it, who is it? Besides, I don't mind making some effort to make you all like Song Xin..."
Look at Song Xin lying on the ground, the crispy skin is the same, and now he is basically out of breath...
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