Unwilling to let the beauty die like this, and he couldn't bear the damage of the big white behind him, in the face of Xiao Linger's desperate move, Mo Fan had no choice but to use the soul extinguishing bell.

The silent sound waves pierced his ears, and Xiao Ling'er, who was caught off guard, had a sharp pain in his brain, and the ultimate move was difficult to continue. The secret method was interrupted, and she suffered a backlash, and she came out of her mouth with a mouthful of blood, and Venus in front of her fell into a coma with a sense of risk, and she struggled to support it with only a breath of resentment.

Mo Fan seized the opportunity and rushed to Xiao Ling'er's back at lightning speed to hold him and counteract, and he returned to his place in the blink of an eye without slowing down in his arms, "Little beauty, you can find me desperately for a trivial matter, it's not worth it." If you hadn't met a good brother like me who knew how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, you would have been miserable! I don't ask you to promise yourself, it's good to shout and kill if you don't meet in the future, hehe!"

Burst...

Xiao Ling'er was so angry by Mo Fan's abrupt and frivolous words that she vomited blood, "You, you are shameless..."

"Hmph, shameless villain! what kind of ability is it to bully a female girl, there is a kind of us..."

Zhang Wuji, who wanted to show his gentlemanly demeanor in front of people, had not finished speaking, and after secretly eating a soul extinguishing bell, he was immediately slapped by Mo Fan, who was like a ghost, and was stunned, and most of his steel teeth were shattered, and his somewhat heroic face suddenly swollen into a pig's head.

Before everyone could react, Mo Fan slapped his yin leg quickly and ruthlessly, and gloated sarcastically when he watched people die in pain, "Your uncle's shamelessness, you are very noble, aren't you, noisy little white face, do you still have a kind? Bullying women is not a skill, so is it a skill to bully you? Little father-in-law!

Zhang Wuzhi tightly covered his lower body and curled up on the ground in pain and wailed, and now he was ridiculed by Mo Fan like this in front of people, and he felt that the world was gloomy. Forcibly enduring the wounds on his body, he stood up with difficulty just to make the enemy no longer happy, and his heart was like ashes, he just wanted revenge.

Since everything can't be turned around, he is destined to be just a laughing stock, so why bother to let people see all the jokes, it is better to end this life. But even if you die, you will have to break out the blood of your enemies.

"Ahh I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Hatred and anger ignited the flames of war, and the desperate chapter rose into the air indefinitely, burning himself without fear of life and death, and there seemed to be an extra round of sun in the air. At this moment, he forgot the pain, forgot about life and death, forgot everything, and his whole body burst out with strength and suddenly killed Mo Fan, "Blazing Flame!"

The scorching sun is blazing, and the four fields are blazing. In the face of Zhang Wuji's desperate move in the Linghai Realm, Mo Fan accepted his contempt and narrow-mindedness, and with the fighting intent in his heart, he decided to give his opponent the respect he deserved. Shen Sheng shouted and made a move, and his hands and fingers were like swords staggered and angry, "The sword sweeps the Liuhe and the Eight Desolations!" The two crossed sharp sword lights broke through the sky and cracked the clouds, reproducing the extreme power of the sword.

The extreme move is the confrontation of water and fire, is the wrestling of cold and heat, with a roar of explosion, suddenly the incomparable waves swept the four fields and rolled the dust, and the steaming mist shrouded all directions. With a miserable scream, an extremely embarrassed figure flew upside down, slammed to the ground and splashed vermilion, unable to fight again.

The fog dissipated, and Mo Fan's proudly standing figure was like a mountain, domineering and invisible, overflowing without anger and self-authority, and everyone was afraid and admired. Several old fighting kings in the distance couldn't help but praise from the bottom of their hearts, "Good swordsmanship, good posterity!"

Zhang Wuji's blood erupted angrily, he struggled to prop up his body and lean against Qingsong, raising his eyes, full of hatred, "You demon, I curse you not to die well, one day you will also suffer retribution! You have suffered a hundred times more than me, a thousand times... Hate, hate, hate..."

The hatred is hard to eliminate, the blood revenge is hard to revenge, Zhang Wuzhi is unwilling to despair and crush the heavenly spirit, preserving the last dignity of his warrior, and thus ending this short life. The last curse is a hatred that cannot be forgotten, and a blood revenge that cannot be avenged. The hideous face and the figure that fell to the ground are the pain of death, and it is even more powerless hatred!

Mourning, there is no greater than heart death, and how many men can bear such pain!

Mo Fan has never cared about the life and death of strangers, as long as he wants to do something or get someone, he never thinks about who is behind it or the consequences. Wandering the rivers and lakes, isn't it just a happy revenge?

As for the curse and scolding, but the useless thoughts of the poor weak!

Mo Fan squatted down and closed his eyes for this blind stranger, and said with a sighing look: "This brother, why can't you look at it like this? I can't afford to make a joke, how dare you come to this cannibalistic rivers and lakes! It's really in vain that your father and mother have worked hard for a few nights, hehe..."

A person who was fine just now died with hatred in a blink of an eye, and everyone present couldn't help but feel sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox. Looking at the unscrupulous Mo Fan, everyone had different thoughts, even if they had the idea of fighting grievances, they had to choose to turn a blind eye to the other party's identity background and unfathomable strength.

A sigh, that is powerless unwilling...

One by one, there is silence, that is the sorrow that dares to be angry and dare not speak...

It is said that killing people and seizing treasures, killing people is naturally not the goal, but grabbing treasures is. Although Mo Fan didn't kill people, and he didn't want to kill people, he would not let go of the storage bag on his body, who had always regarded waste as the most shameful. Glancing casually at the storage bag, he said disdainfully, "Poor ghost, waste of time!"

After a short silence, Douwang Han Qingshan couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward and glared at Mo Fan angrily, "Enough, it's not enough to kill people, people are already dead, you still have to insult him, what kind of hero is he..."

"Senior, I'm a villain, not a hero! So you don't have to tell me any big truths, and it's useless to talk about it, hehe!"

Mo Fan's careless words choked everyone speechlessly, and he continued with an evil smile: "Heroes, let's all disperse when you've seen enough of the play! I'm in a good mood now, and I won't care about you about the matter of your family coming together to bring disaster to my family." If you want to kill people and grab treasures, hurry up, my time is very precious, hehe!"

In this deceitful world, no one has done anything less than killing people and grabbing treasures, but this matter is a bit of a thing on the surface! They are all people who want to save face, Mo Fan's straightforward words made people a little embarrassed, and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing for a while.

Having said that, some people began to leave one after another, the baby is hopeless, and if he stays, he may have to suffer an unwarranted disaster, which is really more than worth the loss.

Looking at the dozens of people left, Mo Fan chuckled, "Which one will go first, or will they go together?"

"Childe misunderstood, I..."

"What am I, I!"

Mo Fan interrupted his words with a sneer, and he said with a look of disdain: "Do it, you can kill me, what is the hypocrisy at this time, do you still want to set up a chaste archway!"