14 Kill Wang Sen

Wang Fan just worshipped Cui Ren as his teacher, and in a blink of an eye, there was a gap between yin and yang, which made him extremely sad. His grief turned into resentment, and resentment turned into strength.

He wiped away his tears and looked at Cui Ren, who was covered in blood, and said, "Master, you don't have to practice secrets. I can kill Wang Sen to avenge you. Look at it." After saying that, he knelt down and bowed his head respectfully, turned to Wang Sen.

Wang Sen's spiritual power gradually became weak, and the flying charm also lost its function. He had to fall to the ground, but Bai Lili was still not impatient to fight. She looked like she was procrastinating, and she hated him so much that she gritted her teeth.

"Little bitch, don't hide if you have the ability."

"Don't hide? You think I'm an idiot on the fifth floor for ten years!" Bai Lili has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth.

They couldn't stop fighting, but the others stood aside, staring boldly. The timid and trembling looked for a place to hide. There were even more stupid men and women knelt down and kowtowed and begged the immortals for mercy. No one noticed the situation on Wang Fan's side.

Wang Fan stared at his blood-red eyes and walked to the edge of their battle fiercely. Although he was angry, he did not lose his mind. Knowing that there was a big difference between him and Wang Sen, he silently waited for the opportunity.

Finally, Wang Sen was led over by Bai Lili and turned his back to him.

Don't miss the opportunity again. He shouted, "Go to hell." He rushed up as if he were dead, like a tiger pounced on food, and staggered Wang Sen.

Wang Sen and Bai Lili are fighting. How can they think of a mortal who dares to come up to look for trouble? It's like an ant trying to bite a lion to death. Who can do this? But today there is a madman doing this, which is still a critical moment for him to fight.

"Looking for death!" He was furious, and his back was a sword.

This sword is a spiritual weapon. It not only cuts iron like mud, but also has spiritual power. Therefore, it not only opens a door for Wang Fan, but also allows spiritual power to penetrate into his body and destroys the meridians wantonly.

Wang Fan felt that tens of millions of snakes penetrated into his body from the wound. He was so painful that he wanted to fall to the ground, but when he thought of the tragic death of his master, he suddenly had strength again and punched out with all his strength.

Since accidentally swallowing the blood and snake eggs of the snake rat, his strength has increased every day, and his body has become more and more tough. The blow of all the strength in this episode can at least break a boulder and fall on ordinary people. It is absolutely light to hurt his muscles and bones.

As a monk, Wang Sen is not comparable to ordinary people. Although his five-level cultivation of Qi is not high, he has been constantly brushing and washing the impurities in his body since the moment Reiki entered the body. For more than ten years, he has made his body very tough.

Even so, after Wang Sen fought hard with a punch, he still felt a hot pain in his back, and was almost taken by Bai Lili, who took the opportunity to fight back. His teeth were cracked. He didn't expect that he was forced to be in a hurry by a mortal. This is definitely an unbearable insult to the monk: "A man dares to hit me, and the tiger is not powerful and I am sick. Cat!"

He roared, pinched the sword formula, and pointed back. The spiritual sword was like a flying dragon. He turned around flexibly and rushed to Wang Fan to shoot. If he hit it, he could definitely give him a pair.

"It's really promising. I'm really amazed to use the means of a monk to deal with mortals." The enemy of the enemy is a friend, and Wang Fan is still subordinate to her. Naturally, Bai Lili can't let him succeed. She shouted angrily and finally found an opportunity to fight back: "It's a pity that you can't do what you want today. Your opponent is me." Before he finished speaking, he had already taken a fierce action.

Monks treat mortals like heaven and earth. They have always been superior and disdainful, but heaven can never be separated from the earth. Therefore, those who practice the truth, even if they are extremely vicious demons, rarely take action against mortals.

After listening to Bai Lili's words, Wang Sen almost vomited blood, but then he was cruel and said angrily, "It's just a dragonfly. How dare you disturb me to the enemy? Why kill me? Bai Lili, you'd better take care of yourself."

Having said that, in the face of a fierce counterattack, he did not dare to be a little distracted. He had to postpone his plan to kill Wang Fan and continue to fight with Bai Lili.

Wang Fan's blow did not make a contribution. The sword wound on his chest was bloody, deep visible bones, and the pain of tens of millions of snake bites made him pale and stagger. Fortunately, his abdomen was hot again, swallowing the sword gas little by little, which made him feel a little comfort.

"I don't believe I can't kill you!" The master who just worshipped died. Wang Fan felt that the possibility of embarking on the road of cultivation was zero. If he did not seize the opportunity to kill Wang Sen, he might not have any hope of revenge for Cui Ren in his life: "I'll take a rest first. When you are careless, I will punch him to death in one fell swoop."

Although Cui Ren died unexpectedly, he still had some insight. As he expected, Wang Sen used too much spiritual power at the beginning, attacked too much, and finally consumed too much. The offensive slowly slowed down, while Bai Lili, on the contrary, the counterattack became more and more fierce, and the momentum of attack and defense gradually shifted.

In fact, Wang Sen can't be blamed for being anxious. This time, it was not the order of the sect to seize the treasure halfway. It was he who heard about the treasure this time. He was just a four-level monk, just like him, who wanted to contribute to the treasure to the sect alone, so he was bold from the bottom of his heart, and he colluded with a group of mortal thieves to take action, so how much There are some fears of thieves. Of course, I hope to make a quick decision.

But at this time, when he saw that he had been unable to take down his opponent for a long time, he regretted that he began to be too impulsive. Fortunately, Bai Lili's cultivation was low, and her spiritual power was far less than that of him, and the mortal who had just been physically strong had fallen to the ground after being hit by a sword, or died or seriously injured, which was no longer a threat.

"It's been a long time since she fought. If she had a helping hand, she would have come long ago. It seems that the bitch surnamed Bai is just pretending." Thinking about this, he changed his tactics and no longer blindly fought, but slowly consumed his opponent's spiritual power.

Bai Lili still did not panic, and intentionally or unintentionally led Wang to Wang Fan, as if to see that Wang Fan was just temporarily resting and preparing for a more violent attack.

The opportunity is coming again.

Bai Lili's counterattack strength suddenly increased, and Wang Sen had to deal with it with all his strength. Wang Fan was naturally put behind his head, and he did not find that he was less than one step away from Wang Fan.

There was a spark of hatred in Wang Fan's eyes. When he jumped up, he suddenly turned over and sat up, hugged his legs, and pulled him down desperately.

Wang Sen didn't expect this kind of thing. He staggered to the ground and fell to the ground.

Wang Fan quickly climbed on his back, raised his fist and smashed it down fiercely, shouting, "Kill you, kill you."

Bai Lili was overjoyed, and the spiritual sword floated like the wind. She didn't wait for Wang Sen's reaction and had cut his throat.

The thieves who came with Wang Sen saw the "immortal chief" who was respected as a god. They were beaten by a mortal and were surprised. At the same time, they swarmed up with the intention of rescue.

Bai Lili snorted coldly, shook her hand, and the spiritual sword became several feet long and cut it down fiercely.

The white light flashed, and the screams came one after another. When everyone looked at it again, half of the thieves had turned into flying ashes, and the rest were seriously injured.