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Two hours later, the strong Wujiabao got angry. He chased down a third floor of an earth immortal. He failed to catch up after two hours.

Wang Fan's heart is extremely unrestrained, this old miscellaneous hair is really dare to chase it, but this old miscellaneous hair is far too far away from the eighth floor of the Zhao family's Dixian.

Had he not intended to hang the other party, the other party would not know where he was dumped.

Wang Fan ran for a while, and saw that the old miscellaneous hair was still chasing, he could not help sneering, he went directly to an empty area not far away.

After another ten minutes, Wang Fan stopped and looked back coldly.

"Lao Za Mao, the young man wasn't in a hurry to kill you, but since you are in a hurry to reincarnate, don't blame the young man for being polite."

The eight-layer strong man of the earth immortal was still strange. Why did Wang Fan, who had been fleeing frantically before, suddenly stop?

But when he heard Wang Fan's words, he was completely angry.

This **** dare to provoke him so much, if he doesn't smash this guy to pieces, then he will practice for nothing for years.

"Little animals, die!"

He roared, and the fairy in his body began to surging wildly, and the fairy spirits in the surrounding heavens and earth rushed towards his body.

Wang Fan looked at this scene and smiled uncontrollably.

"Your old mixed hair, when you were in the mining area just now, you shouted several times for the death of the young man, but the young man is still alive and well. According to the young man, you should be the one who died."

When Wang Fan spoke, he caught a short killing gun.

He did not hesitate at all, directly instigating his internal restraint.

The monstrous killing madness swept away. The old man who was condensing momentum and intending to kill Wang Fan in one fell swoop completely changed his face.

Fairy King level magic weapon?

This turned out to be a fairy-level magic weapon?

He felt a strong shock in his heart. Obviously, he never imagined that a terrestrial three-layered ant in every district would have a fairy-level magic weapon.

"Wow--"

Wang Fan was too lazy to ignore his shock. The short killing gun in his hand had torn out a dazzling red lance and was stabted directly at the old man.

"Buzz!"

The horrible storm of turmoil was stirred, and under the agitation of those red guns, they went directly towards the old man.

The old man's pupils twitched violently, his hands danced wildly, and shouted, "Promise Palm!"

Boom!

It's just that his palm prints have just condensed, and they have been torn apart by a lance in a clicking sound.

The red was dense and dense, and after tearing his palm, he continued to walk towards his body.

The old man's face changed wildly!

Terrible, it is terrible!

The fairy-level magic weapon is so horrible!

He burned his blood and Shou Yuan frantically, while condensing his defenses, he tried to attack and resist.

But it couldn't be stopped at all.

After another rumbling explosion, the energy storm he sent out was almost shattered by the Red Gun King.

And the defense he condensed was like tofu dregs, torn into nothingness.

As for his whole person, even the blood sputtered was blown away.

The red spear tears on him, tears of blood smeared out, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

With a bang, he fell to the ground without dying, but only half a breath.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Fan with a shocked face.

He couldn't believe it. On the third floor of the Immortals, with the Immortal King-level magic weapon, he actually wounded himself so badly.

He even doubted that even if he was a fortress who had reached the Celestial Immortality, he would be able to block Wang Fan's killing spear.

Wang Fanke ignored the messy thoughts of the old man. He stepped forward and replaced the killing short gun with a shadow knife, which was a knife toward the old man.

Like this old monster who has been practicing for countless years, he has unknown cards and secrets on his body. He does not know whether this guy is really seriously injured or pretending to be injured.

Anyway, I'll make up a knife before I talk about it, otherwise, if the boat is overturned in the gutter, that's not good.

When the old man saw Wang Fan slashing, he almost vomited blood.

He forcibly lifted his breath, rolled his body, and instantly appeared thousands of kilometers away.

With a bang, Wang Fan's shadow knife hacked at the position before him, setting off a gully.

Wang Fan glanced at the old man and said inwardly: Sure enough, this old thing is not as weak as it seems.

The old man looked at Wang Fan and was furious. "You are despicable, little beast!"

Wang Fan sneered, "No, you, as a strong man of eight tiers of earth celestial beings, chased me three tiers of celestial beings, and even have a face saying that I am mean? Have you lived on dogs all these years?"

"You are on the eighth floor of Immortals, but you can't beat me on the third floor of Immortals. It is still pretending to be hurt. Who is mean in the end?"

The old man listened to Wang Fan's words and had the urge to vomit blood. My mother, he was really seriously injured. Who said he was pretending?

Wang Fanke ignored the old man's ugly face, and he sneered, "Since you can't kill you with one knife, let's do another ten."

With that said, the shadow knife in Wang Fan's hands had rolled up again and again, and the crazy knife slammed into the old man. "

This time, he shot ten knives in a row, not only to the position of the old man, but also to the position where the old man could avoid. "

He did not believe that in this case, the old man could still hide.

The old man looked at Wang Fan's shameless bombardment, and was about to exhale blood.

Abnormal strength, so cunning, Wu Jiabao actually offended such a person, he was worried about Wu Jiabao.

However, he hadn't had time to think so much, and the sky and the waves had rolled towards him insanely.

He forcibly encouraged Xianyuan to avoid again, but this time, he was not as lucky as the last time.

Although he had exhausted his fate, and had been madly trying to dodge, he was still caught in the roll of three blades, and he was injured and injured while tearing the bleeding mist.

He fell heavily on the ground and could not really climb up.

Wang Fan looked at the old man who had not yet died, but he was surprised, "Oh, even if he is not dead, then I will give you another knife."

laugh!

This time, the old man couldn't help it any longer, and a spit of old blood spurted out.

Wang Fan did not really kill the old man, but came to him in two steps, stepped on him, and said coldly,

"Hunt me, do you regret it now? It's a pity, even if you regret it, it's useless."

"If you want to die a little faster, then you tell me the general strength of Wu Jiabao, otherwise, I will let you die better than life."

The old man stared at Wang Fan violently, and he had the urge to vomit blood.

He wanted to die by breaking his meridians, but unfortunately he can't even do it now.

Half an hour later, Wang Fan's satisfied knife resulted in this guy's life, and then grabbed his space ring and quickly left here.

Wujiapu.

The Lord of Celestial Castle had returned, but he never imagined that his mighty Celestial Master was actually played by Wang Fan, a little earthly ant.

He rushed to the Mojiapu area, and the little animal came to his Wujiapu mining area.

Anger is simply anger!

Amidst his gloomy and angry face, a monk hurried in and panicked in, "Fortress Master, something bad happened."

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