It doesn't matter what the island is, it's now in ruins, and it's so quiet that one can mistake it for a desert island, except for the occasional newspaper flying in the sky and the sound of swaying tree canopies, but the shadowy high-rise buildings in the middle of the island show that it was once a thriving place. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In an open field, Wu Fan fell into shape, and Zihan stopped not far behind him.

Gao Ping and his subordinates landed on the opposite side, and Wu Fan glanced at those subordinates, most of them were triple forms, and there were also a few quadruple forms.

"Do you want to go up together or come one by one?" Wu Fan took off a three-part stick weapon from his back, held one end and shook his hand, and suddenly the three-part stick became a spear, which was the upgraded Aoyang spear.

Gao Ping turned his head and glanced at the subordinates behind him, and sneered: "What can these wastes do to help except make trouble, it's enough to clean you and me up!"

Gao Ping's voice was not deliberately lowered, and all his subordinates showed angry expressions when they heard his words, but due to the difference in strength, they could only dare to be angry and dare not speak.

"Then don't talk nonsense, let's start!" Wu Fan shook the spear in his hand to get used to it a little.

"Come on!" Gao Ping nodded, raised his head and looked at Wu Fan contemptuously.

Wu Fan, who was throwing the gun, raised his eyelids and glanced at Gao Ping, shouted, and the spear in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand, like a rotating windmill towards Gao Ping, and Wu Fan himself turned into a gray shadow chasing the spear in the air.

The bone tail behind Gao Ping shook slightly, quietly looked at the spear that was spinning and flying, the corners of his mouth showed a trace of disdain, and he suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the spear that had flown in front of him.

'Bang' sounded, Gao Ping's face changed when his fingers had just touched the spear, and his body flew out backwards like a cannonball, flying straight out for dozens of meters before stabilizing his body under the fanning of his wings, and the five fingers of his right hand were all deformed and twisted strangely.

"What kind of gun is this?" Gao Ping's eyes flashed as he looked at the spear that had been grabbed by Wu Fan in his hand, and asked in a deep voice.

"Beat you into a miscellaneous gun!" Wu Fan dragged the spear backwards and came to Gao Ping's body, grabbed the tail of the spear with his right hand, turned his whole arm half a circle from above, and swung the spear straight towards Gao Ping.

Gao Ping saw the spear smashing, but he didn't dare to make a hard connection, his wings trembled, and his body was about to dodge for a blur.

Wu Fan's eyes flashed, and after his body was also blurred for a while, it suddenly split into six, and six gray shadows resurrounded Gao Ping, who had already flashed to the side, like a teleportation, and the six spears smashed down.

In the loud sound of 'boom', the gravel flew wildly, and a large pit with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared on the ground, Gao Ping knelt on one knee in the middle of the pit, with one foot and knee as the center, countless cracks spread out in all directions.

"Die!" Gao Ping licked the green blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, glanced at the spear that was held by his wings, and roared, and the bone tail behind him turned into a faint black line, stabbing straight at Wu Fan, who was united into one because of the disappearance of speed.

Wu Fan didn't look at the black line stabbed from the right, a playful look in his eyes was instantly drowned out by white light, and a huge black shadow suddenly leaked out from behind him like water, instantly enveloping Gao Ping in it.

"Ah......" Gao Ping, who had a hideous face, suddenly hugged his head, trembling all over his body and knelt on the ground completely, and the bone tail that attacked Wu Fan also slapped the ground around him like a struggling python, slapping out one deep groove after another on the ground.

'Hum' A golden dragon emerged from behind Wu Fan, and its tall figure of nearly fifty meters made people feel the urge to worship.

"Dragon Battle Eight Desolations!" With a shout, Wu Fan's body was divided into six again, and the six gray shadows shook the spear in their hands, stabbing straight at Gao Ping, who had lost his resistance, each shadow could stab out more than a hundred gun shadows, and the six gray shadows were thousands of gun shadows, all of which turned into golden dragon heads, and the roar penetrated through Gao Ping's body.

The earth was trembling, the stone chips on the ground were jumping because of the continuous trembling, and a large amount of dust and smoke were pushed up like foam, gradually submerging the figures of the two people, and no one could see what was going on inside, only the swishing sound of the tip of the gun piercing through the air at high speed and the screams of Gao Ping, one high and one low.

Three minutes later, a figure scurried out of the dust, standing outside the dusty smoke with a spear in tow, gasping slightly and looking at the dusty smoke.

The dust and smoke did not dissipate for a long time, and Gao Ping's subordinates stared blankly at the dust and smoke and the figure in front of the dust and smoke, and no one dared to move at this time.

"Is this your strength? It's really disappointing me!" Suddenly, a gasping but flat voice came from the dust.

Everyone, including Zihan, had a change in their faces.

The dust and smoke finally dissipated, and a bloated figure slowly stood up from the pit, it was Gao Ping, but at this time his body was covered with large and small holes, each of which could be seen from one end to the other, but there was no blood spurting out of these holes except for some green blood stains on the edges.

Gao Ping lowered his head to look at the hole on his body that was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and raised his head to look at Wu Fan. "You can't kill me!"

Wu Fan looked at Gao Ping, a trace of helplessness flashed on his face, raised his hand and stuck the spear upside down on the ground beside him, and sighed lightly. "Why do some people die when they don't know it?"

"What are you talking about?" Gao Ping's originally sneering look on his face was suddenly stunned.

Wu Fan stopped talking, raised his two hands, and posed a mudra in front of him, which then changed into another mudra, and then into a new one...... The speed of the handprint transformation gradually increased, and in the end, the appearance of the hands was almost invisible, only a blur.

"Dragon God Fury!" With a faint voice, Wu Fan's hands stopped changing, remaining in the shape of ten fingers crossed.

Everyone's eyes did not fall on his hands, but behind him.

A black figure more than three meters tall appeared behind Wu Fan, and his appearance made the golden dragon that was originally high also bow down, lowered his head, and looked extremely respectful. The hands of the black figure were exactly the same as the shape posed by Wu Fan's hands, just when everyone was shocked why they had an instinctive fear of this black figure, the eyes of the black figure suddenly lit up with two strange red lights, like a pair of narrow eyes, the red light just lit up, Wu Fan's hands slowly opened, and the hands of the black figure also opened.

'Boom!' A loud bang sounded suddenly, and in the frightened eyes of everyone, Gao Ping's body flew in all directions, and the largest piece was no more than the size of a fist.

The black figure disappeared, Wu Fan raised his hand and grabbed a piece of black shadow flying towards him, his face moved, he put the black shadow in his pocket, looked at the pieces of debris that were falling from the air, pulled out the spear from the ground, folded the spear into three pieces and put it behind his back again, turned around and walked towards Zihan.

Gao Ping's subordinates looked at each other, at this time they didn't know whether to flee or rush forward, they really couldn't believe that Gao Ping, who had a sixfold form, was killed like this? )