Chapter 129 Easy Situation

I wish you all a happy holiday, of course, in advance. Scholars often forget the date, so this time they have the audacity to say Happy New Year to everyone in advance. Of course, they say weakly. In fact, the scholar is not just a date idiot, but also a road idiot, hey hey.

Chapter 129 War Changes

"Cough, okay, good, good plan. I didn't expect to beat the eagle all day long, but today I was blinded by the eagle. No, you are not an eagle. You are just a sparrow at best. How dare you plot against me? Today, I will let you pay the price!" Luo Hong, who was hit by Burning Fan, laughed angrily and pointed to Burning Fan's trembling words.

"Hey, now you have just been sick and dare to say wild words! Even if he is a completely easy-to-understand strong man, I can completely kill him, not to mention an injured tiger!" In the face of Luo Hong's threat, Fenfan didn't care at all, but just smiled.

"Less gossip, you bastard will fall here today and sleep with the two saints!" Luo Hong stopped answering and spit out a mouthful of blood next to him. The long gun in his hand rotated and stabbed Fenfan's chest.

"I'm dead? Are you really kidding? Although I am just a cultivation of acupuncture points, I have profound luck, unparalleled combat effectiveness, and few enemies. Now you actually say that I will be defeated? I think your mind must be filled with water." Fenfan did not retreat in the face of this shot, and the shadow of the fist in his hand waved out repeatedly.

Every fist blocked the offensive route of Luo Hong's long gun, preempting a second, which made Luo Hong very aggrieved when he fought. The long gun in his hand also changed continuously, but finally he could not escape the palm of Burning Fan.

The spiritual cultivation of Fenfan is one level higher than Luo Hong, which is also the most important point that Fenfan can predict what Luo Hong will do next, and it is also an important weight for Fenfan to dare to compete with the strong in a difficult situation.

It is easy for a person with high spiritual cultivation to predict the opponent's next action, which is why it is almost impossible to leap the level challenge uploaded by the mainland, because every opponent who is higher than you can see your next move. No matter how you are unparalleled in the face of an opponent who is like living again. Nai.

Luo Hong felt very uncomfortable with this gun. Every time after firing the gun, Fan's fist seemed to know where he would appear, and he had been waiting for him for a long time.

How is it possible? Is this guy a demon? Unexpectedly, I can know where my next move is. If it goes on like this, I will be killed by the other party sooner or later. Could it be that the previous tiger three thousand was not killed by others, but by him? Finally, an answer that even he was shocked came to Luo Hong's mind.

"Tiger three thousand... Did you kill it?" Luo Hong was very uncertain and hoped that Fenfan would shake his head to deny his doubts, but Fenfan disappointed him.

Fang Fan nodded, but there was no stop in his hand. He still punched Luo Hong's gun without stopping. The speed did not slow down, but on the contrary, it became faster and faster.

"I have already said that I burn Fan and gallop on the mainland, with few enemies. What about the easy situation? If I dare to provoke me, I will still let him fall! Now as long as you kneel on the ground and beg me for mercy, I may spare your life and let you go home. Burning Fan snorted coldly and constantly humiliated Luo Hong.

"What? How dare you say you want me to kneel under your feet and beg you for forgiveness? Haha, who do you think you are? If I give you three points of color, will you open a dyeing workshop? Today, I, Luo Hong, will definitely kill you here to avenge the brothers who died in your hands before!" Luo Hong smiled softly and sighed that he didn't know the importance of burning Fan.

"White ghost came out" Luo Hong's long gun in his hand suddenly changed and became gloomy. At this time, the originally dark long gun was thicker again and was about to drip water.

A move of white ghosts came out, and countless resentment, long-tongue ghosts, hanging ghosts, and fierce ghosts kept pouring out from the tip of Luo Hong's gun and rushed towards the burning Fan's teeth and claws. At first glance, it was frightening. It turned out to be a mental and physical attack, and the real attack hid behind him.

"What hundreds of ghosts? It's just a group of rural garbage, and you dare to come up to see the world? Do the pearls of rice dare to compete for the glory of the bright moon? Let me show you today what a mental attack is? Ghost? It's just an ant in my hand!" Burning Fan's face showed contempt, looking at the hundred ghosts who rushed towards him, so that he did not change color and stood on the ground without taking a step back.

Just when the ghosts came to Fenfan's side and wanted to rush in, they all of them suddenly screamed and quickly retreated. They looked at Fenfan's body in horror, trembled, and dared not take a step forward even if Luo Hong drove him away in every way.

Countless black gas suddenly gushed out of Burning Fan's body, which was full of violence, blood, chaos, and countless negative emotions. Then countless demons, or magic guards, holding blood-stained knives; or demon disciples, coldly looking at hundreds of ghosts; there is also a huge virtual shadow with only two pairs of eyes. It was so energetic that it was projected on hundreds of ghosts, making them tremble repeatedly.

"Crazy Demon Eighteen Fist 13th Type of Ten Thousand Demons" was punched. The demon general, the demon gate protector, and the disciples of the demon sect rushed towards the hundred ghosts together. In an instant, the hundred ghosts disappeared and no longer existed.

"Luo Hong, what kind of white ghosts come out, it's simply garbage, and you dare to be arrogant in front of me? Kill!" With a word of killing, a black light suddenly appeared in the eyes behind Fenfan and hit Luo Hong, and then slowly disappeared.

"Hmm, group ghost night banquet" Although Luo Hong was very shocked that Fenfan could break his white ghosts, he quickly adjusted his mood and changed his hand again. This time, countless real ghosts dragged their rotten bodies out of the alien space, holding knives and forks in their hands, and their faces were full of joy, as if they were going to eat.

Although these ghosts looked very broken, they moved quickly, and the knives and forks in their hands were constantly drawn, offsetting the black light emitted from their eyes.

"Well, I'm just going to go to the rotten skin, Heavenly King, it's up to you at this time!" Fenfan said fiercely in his heart, and suddenly a light flashed behind Luo Hong. It was the king who had attacked Luo Hong and was beaten out by Luo Hong. At this time, he was blocking in front of hundreds of ghosts. The long sword in his hand kept waving. Every time he waved, one or more ghosts would die and make a sharp scream.

And Fenfan stood with Luo Hong and fought fiercely. Although Fenfan's spiritual power was much higher than Luo Hong, the strength of the easy situation was obvious, so soon after the battle, the pressure of Fenfan became greater and greater.

Just when Fenfan was about to stand it, suddenly a little cold light behind him, like the starlight in the night, flashed away, and the next moment appeared in front of Luo Hong. The speed was as fast as lightning, pointing straight to the eyebrows, full of killing, full of the sword. It was the king of heaven who came back to his senses after killing hundreds of ghosts, with a sword to solve the trouble of burning Brahma.

fen fan took advantage of this opportunity, the brute force in his body surged and all mobilized: "Crazy Demon Eighteen Fist Type 14 magic spirit boundless" instantly cooperated with the heavenly king's long sword, Burning Fan's magic move was boundless. The sky was dark, and the heavenly king's sword was brighter and more flashing. After brushing, Luo Hong couldn't open his eyes, in his hand The long gun couldn't help but stagnate.

and so on. The next moment between the lightning flint, the king's sword had been inserted into Luo Hong's chest, straight through his shoulders, revealing half of the long sword, and blood dripping.

Luo Hong showed an unbelievable look on his face, staring at the sword on his chest, and then saw that his long gun had reached the throat of Burning Fan. As long as he went a little further, it would be fine. But with the passage of blood, Luo Hong felt that his consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, and the long gun in his hand became heavier and heavier.

Finally, the long gun fell to the ground and died.

Burning Fan sighed, no one was right or wrong in the battle, only life and death. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have killed people of the same kind. It's your fault. Fenfan lowered his head and found three waist cards from Luo Hong. It seems that Luo Hong has killed two unlucky people in a short period of time.