Chapter 37

"What? Don't you dare?" Mo Fan spoke arrogantly, and gradually raised the sword in his hand. It was not Huo Du, but King Jinlun!

King Lun's eyes were originally half open and half closed, but at this time, he seemed to be stimulated by something. His eyes were wide open, and the divine light appeared occasionally, but it was shocking and shocking.

Everyone was horrmented that this teenager actually challenged King Jinlun, not Huodu.

"Isn't he looking for death?" A player said.

"This is too rampant!" A player was a little stunned.

"Handsome..." A female player's face was full of worship, as if there was a faint starlight surging beside Mo Fan.

There are also many players who sneer and see how you die!

In the eyes of most players, Mo Fan is definitely pretending to be B. What is the concept of King Lun? He is a top master, a martial arts master, and a hundred years ago. This hero conference has been opened for more than ten times. As a result, some people were liked by the master, so that they became famous and occupied a place in the world and dominated the world. Respected by thousands of people, some people fell into the world and disappeared from scratch or completely from now on. Everything is empty.

And there are no more than 100 players who fell into the hands of the king of Jinlun, and the cultivation of raising his hand and dying has become a nightmare for many old players.

And now, this teenager actually challenges King Jinlun, which is tantamount to looking for death.

"You are young and prosperous!" An old player sighed.

However, in everyone's sighs and contempt, Mo Fan still stood proudly, facing the abyss prison, and did not care about the discussion around him at all.

"Little brother, I think you are a talented person with good cultivation. Why do you destroy your own future?" The golden wheel king's voice was turbid, but his tone was faintly disdainful.

Mo Fan frowned and said, "So, can I kill your disciple with a sword?"

Get an inch! Absolutely an inch!

Players think of such a voice in their hearts.

King Jinlun returned to his half-open and half-closed appearance. Please help yourself.

Mo Fan sneered and said, "Your master is so ungrateful. Mongolian tartars, the most heroic men in the world, are all farting, simply shameless. I think Genghis Khan is also such an unkind person. What a hero? He is just a famous fisherman. I don't think he is as good as a beggar on our side.

Huo listened to Mo Fan's sarcasm, and even his ancestors and even the whole Mongolian people scolded him. Even if he was treacherous and shameless, he couldn't help but be angry. At this moment, the wind and thunder came again.

Mo Fan said, "I don't know whether to live or die, King Lun. You can see how your apprentice died tragically in front of you!"

Mo Fan stabbed out with a sword, blocked Huo Du's fan, and a dozen Huo Du's shoulder. Two moves were attacked at the same time, and the fine steel sword turned into a sharp light, and Huo Du retreated three steps.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Huo Du was forced back twice, both when the wind and thunder were at the peak of his strength. It can be said that he was forced back at his most powerful time. This sword move was from a very natural angle, and then very natural, which was simply impeccable!

"The secret of Qihua Sanqing sword I taught!" Quanzhen taught Sun Fuji to hum angrily.

"Where did you steal my true swordsmanship?" Hao Datong can't sit still. It's a big deal for the leakage of my martial arts.

Mo Fan looked at the moon girl under the stage, and the moon girl nodded helplessly: You listen to me in everything, but... How can I let you not go to this scene?

You'd better be careful.

Mo Fan nodded slightly, and he read such a message from Miss Yue's helpless eyes.