If Song Zhantian sent it out not with a fist, but with a sword in his hand, then Fan Deshui would be looking for death this time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Song Zhantian blasted out a fist, so he was embarrassed.

The scheming Fan Deshui naturally grasped the benevolence of Song Zhantian's woman, and the situation changed suddenly.

The "hand of earth and stone" that grabbed Song Zhantian's feet shook it like a living thing, directly throwing Song Zhantian to the other side.

At the same time, Fan Deshui waved his hand towards Liu Mu, and a row of "stone pillars" that were extremely hard and sharp at the top of the ground appeared again, like sharp swords, and stabbed towards Liu Mu.

Liu Mu was still sitting in place, not even interested in moving his fingers, and he didn't even turn his head to look at the row of stone pillars that were piercing in an instant.

"Look for death."

"I really thought that Song Zhantian could keep him, I don't know what to say."

"I thought I had some identity background, but it seems that he is just an idiot."

Seeing this scene, many people couldn't help but secretly say in their hearts.

At this moment, a streamer of light broke through the air, and directly cut off the row of stone pillar spikes at once, not only that, but also flew towards Fan Deshui.

Fan Deshui was shocked, and a thick layer of mud and stone quickly spread on his hands, blocking his chest.

With the sound of metal clashing, Van Deshui condensed and shattered directly from the mud and stone that was no less harder than ordinary metal weapons.

The streamer also stopped for a moment, revealing its true appearance, and it was Song Zhantian's big sword.

Fan Deshui took two steps back, his hands hanging to his side, and he kept trembling.

On the other side, Song Zhantian pinched the sword trick with one hand, walked back to this side quickly, grabbed the sword in his hand, and put it on the neck of Fan Deshui, who had just stood firmly, and said, "You lost." ”

Fan Deshui's face changed slightly, and he was about to use his earth-based magic again.

However, a blood line immediately appeared on his neck, and the big sword, which seemed to be a blunt weapon, was extremely sharp in Song Zhantian's hands.

"Give it up." Song Zhantian said.

At this moment, he finally has the power of the twenty-first on the martial arts list.

"Awesome!"

"It's worthy of the twenty-first martial arts list!"

Many of the people who retreated next to them shouted directly, and the battle between the two people was only between lightning and flint, but the flip came so quickly and fiercely, it was indeed amazing.

Many people also have a relatively clear understanding of what kind of strength Song Zhantian has.

Many people also looked at Liu Mu, who was still sitting aside, and became more and more curious about his identity.

Song Zhantian's performance proved that his martial arts list twenty-one is definitely genuine, not a parallel import, so who is this white-haired man?

Now that I think about it, Song Zhantian's attitude towards this white-haired man just now is not just the simplest deference that can be described.

One might even say with a certain awe.

"Okay."

Fan Deshui raised his hands and said, "You won." ”

"Now that you know, don't get out of here!" Song Zhantian said unceremoniously.

The tone was full of disgust, but in fact, he was still saving Fan Deshui, if Fan Deshui left now, it was estimated that Liu Mu behind him would not deliberately go to him for trouble.

After all, Liu Mu promised to give Song Zhantian a face and leave it to him to deal with.

The lord of the demon wolf, there shouldn't be a bad habit of going back on his word, right?

It's not that every big man has a good character of "honesty and trustworthiness", but Song Zhantian still feels that as the lord of the demon wolf, he should disdain to make a move like turning his head and turning his face to lose points.

"Alright, alright, I'll get out."

Fan Deshui raised his hands and stepped back a little.

On the other side, the people he was carrying also stopped fighting with Song Zhantian's companions, and both sides were slightly injured.

Overall, it was naturally Vander's side that suffered a big loss.

Song Zhantian, who was thinking about whether it was a problem for him to let Fan Deshui go like this, was slightly distracted, and he didn't notice that Fan Deshui was out of the range of his sword.

"Wait—"

Song Zhantian, who came back to his senses, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and took a step forward at the same time.

But it's a step too late.

Vander smirked and finished his counterattack: "Taste my 'Spike Fall'!" ”

Song Zhantian, who took a step forward, stepped on the air, and a hole was directly formed under his feet, which collapsed directly.

Inside this hollow, there are sharp stone pillars.

In just one minute, Vanderwater had created a trap, which was his magical ability.

Without noticing for a while, Song Zhantian, who had fallen into the trap, was pierced by this stone pillar with one hand and one foot, and his body was also stabbed, a large amount of blood began to gush out, and half of his body became numb in an instant.

Song Zhantian let out a roar of anger and pain, and the big sword in his hand flew up all of a sudden, stabbing towards Fan Deshui.

But this time, neither speed nor power can be compared to just now.

Fan Deshui's hands were filled with thick "mud and stone armor" again, blocking the big sword and throwing it aside.

At this time, Song Zhantian in the trap no longer had the extra strength to control his big sword, and he barely grasped the top of a stone pillar with one hand, trying to support himself.

You know, he is still a little far from the bottom, and if he doesn't hold it up and continue to slide, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The current Song Zhantian was as if he had been nailed to a sharp blade, and then he was lifted high.

If it weren't for the strong physical fitness of professionals, they would have been unable to support their lives.

"Good boy, worthy of being the twenty-first on the martial arts list." The proud Fan Deshui sighed and shot at Song Zhantian's companions.

With the help of Fan Deshui, a third-turn professional, Song Zhantian's companions were naturally defeated and retreated.

Within a few minutes, they were lying on the ground.

However, I don't know if it's because of the scruples, Fan Deshui didn't kill them, but just stopped after injuring them.

"It's a pity."

Everyone looked at Song Zhantian, who was still struggling to support himself in the trap, and said secretly in their hearts.

If it weren't for Song Zhantian's compassion, the outcome of this battle would not be what it is now.

Of course, no one looked down on Song Zhantian because of this.

If the people present were given a chance, they might make the same choice as Song Zhantian.

No one wants to kill a three-turn professional with a head and face in the city of magic like this, do you really think that the guards in charge of security in the city of magic won't care about anything?

When the time came, it attracted the wrath of the City Lord's Mansion and even the three giants who really controlled the Magic City, and no one was immune.

A three-turn professional is not a cabbage.

Song Zhantian has undoubtedly proven his strength, he just lost in a background where he is not strong.

If it were elsewhere, the person who died now would be Vanderwater.

The final winner, Fan Deshui, glanced at Song Zhantian at his feet with disdain in the slightly complicated and admiring eyes of everyone, and set his eyes on the main owner of this matter.

A person who made Feng Luolin's son Feng Xi and Wubang 21 Song Zhantian stand out for him.

Unfortunately, even if it is, it doesn't work.

"I said, you don't need me to do it. There's no one to help you now. Fan Deshui glanced at Feng Xi, who was still unconscious not far away, "I advise you to be well-behaved, so that you don't have to suffer anything." ”

"I won't use too much of the death penalty on you, if you kill someone, you will eventually have to hand it over to the City Lord's Mansion to deal with. I'm a party, so I'll take you first. ”

Fan Deshui put further pressure on Liu Mu.

Even if it is a chaotic apocalypse, and no one cares about fighting at will in the outside world, but in the City of Magic, it is not such a place.

There is also a price to pay for killing.

As for what the price is, it is not clear in a few words.

"You have failed his kindness." Liu Mu looked at Song Zhantian in the trap and said.

Hearing Liu Mu's words, Song Zhantian reluctantly showed an ugly smile.

"Still pretending?" Fan Deshui sneered and stretched out his hand to Liu Mu.

He couldn't think of anything that could make him jealous, and the person could be the gray-haired kid in front of him.

Van Deshui had never heard of any strong white-haired man.

Of course, in fact, he had heard of it, and many people present had heard of the name of "Lord of Demon Wolves".

But it was still too far away for them.

Even for Vanderwater, it is too far away.

It's so far away that no one even connects the two, which is a bit too absurd for them.

Fan Deshui once again used the magic that caught Song Zhantian just now, and the dark sand and mud poured out from the ground, forming the shape of a hand, and he was about to grab Liu Mu's hands and feet.

"Originally, you didn't have to die."

At this moment, Liu Mu, who was still sitting in his seat, instantly disappeared from Fan Deshui's sight.

At the same time, an indifferent voice came from his ears.

Fan Deshui instinctively turned his head, but felt that his movements were so difficult and slow, and his mind seemed to accelerate wildly at this moment, but his body's reaction and speed did not keep up at all.

Even, Fan Deshui had the feeling of watching the other party's palm open and reach out and press it on his head.

Then, everything returned to normal.

Everything began to move away from Vanderwater again.

The crisp bones shattered and passed out, and Fan Deshui's head was pulled out of an exaggerated angle under the impact of the huge force.

The neck is almost detached, and the head is "flying" to one side.

Then he "pulled" his body and flew up, knocked away a few unlucky eggs, and then slammed into the wall next to him, and a flower of blood that was definitely not beautiful bloomed on the white wall.

Under the flower, the body has been twisted into a ball, and it is impossible to discern what the part is.

"How ......"

"He, what did he do?"

In this suffocating silence, almost everyone looked at Liu Mu with wide eyes.

What did he do just now?

Or rather, what exactly happened?

None of them even saw how the standing white-haired man had killed Fan Deshui.