Chapter 1902

At the moment when the shotgun was taken out, Yan Qingshan's face suddenly changed.

Although the short gun was very humble, he felt a strong sense of uneasiness from it.

This feeling is very funny, very abrupt, but it is so real.

"This son is really too weird. We must make a quick decision and can't give him any chance." Yan Qingshan thought indifferently that the speed of catalyzing King level martial arts was faster.

Driven by his madness, all over the sky, it was just like heavenly power.

In that power, as if the breeze were aware of the uneasiness, there was a ban, dare not close.

The sky above, is the emergence of a dark dusk.

Wang Fan's face still hasn't changed much. He holds a shotgun in his hand and breathes deeply. Then, he evokes the horror of killing.

In a flash, a strong and incomparable suction reappeared. Just in a flash, it would empty the aura in his body.

At the same time, the terrible killing spread out. In an instant, Yan Qingshan was firmly locked.

At this moment, Yan Qingshan's face changed greatly, and the gesture that prompted him half stopped suddenly, and his whole body became stiff in the air.

There was a strong fear in his eyes looking at Wang Fan.

This is the first time that fear has emerged since he faced Wang Fan.

He felt as if he had been locked by death, and his whole body was bound by an invisible hand, and he did not dare to move.

It seems that as long as you move, the terrible and unimaginable killing machine will come and destroy him in an instant.

"How could this monk from the Long'ao Empire be so terrible? How could his magic weapon be so against heaven? Who is he?"

Yan Qingshan's heart is shaking!

His whole body, has exuded a fine cold sweat, but he did not dare to wipe.

In front of the terrible killing situation, he felt like a mole ant.

"You forced me. Originally, I didn't intend to use this shotgun, but you forced me to use it."

"But that's good. After I got this short gun, it's still the first time to fight against the enemy. Today, I'll test its power with you."

Wang Fan said indifferently, the short gun in his hand shot out.

In a flash, the terrible killing power seemed to be catharsis, and it was crazy to swing towards Yan Qingshan.

"It's not so easy to kill me!" Yan Qingshan's face is also changing wildly. He is burning his essence and blood wildly, and he has promoted the king level martial arts wildly.

At this moment, he can't care so much. If he doesn't resist, it's better to resist crazily than to die.

Under Yan Qingshan's crazy burning blood essence, the king level martial arts skills have been thoroughly refined soon.

The terrible smell diffused out. With a big shake of his hand, he threw out the feather fan.

The feather fan was thrown out, instantly rose against the wind, rolled up the powerful pressure, and swept away towards the sky.

However, although the power of his badminton fan is powerful, it is just like the gap between the firefly and the bright moon in front of the terrible killing power of the shotgun.

In a burst of thunderous sound like heavenly power, the power raised by the feather fan has been completely defeated in an instant. The terrible killing power was directly rolled on Yan Qingshan's body.

Click, click, click.

A few deep and tremendous noises came, and Yan Qingshan's defense on his body surface was just like the fragile paper, but it had all collapsed in less than a breath.

He uttered an unwilling roar, and the whole person had been completely torn by the killing power and turned into powder.

The killing power dissipated, and Yan Qingshan was no longer there, let alone dead bones. There was no blood.

He is like a whole person was swallowed up in general, did not leave anything in this world.

Wang Fan looked at Yan Qingshan, who was completely lost. His figure was also a virtual shake, and he couldn't help falling to the ground.

He quickly took out a lot of pills and swallowed them in his mouth. After a little recovery, he got up and left here quickly.

The storm caused by the fighting here was so violent that he was afraid of attracting other monks.

Once a monk comes, he will die.

At the time of leaving, Wang Fan also had some pity that Yan Qingshan's space ring also disappeared. Otherwise, if he can get Yan Qingshan's ring, he will certainly have a lot of harvest.

However, Wang fan is just thinking about it.

Because if he didn't use the shotgun before, it would not be Yan Qingshan who died, but Wang Fan.

After several kilometers, Wang Fan jumped on the spaceship and galloped towards the distance.

Wang Fan, who had learned a lesson, ran hundreds of miles this time before stopping.He used the shadow knife to carve out a cave and then went in.

Not long after Wang Fan left the fighting place, more than ten monks arrived here.

Among these ten monks, except for one who has reached the first level of the king's realm, the rest are all in the Ninth level.

Among the nine level monks, Tu yispear was astonished.

At the moment, they can't help staring at the damaged area in front of them, and there was a sense of horror in their eyes.

What is the level of terror fighting to arouse such power? They just can't imagine.

Tu yispear's face was even more pale, and his heart was shaking. He could not help but shed two lines of tears in his eyes.

He didn't think Wang Fan was responsible for such a terrible storm.

In his opinion, it must be the sixth floor of Wang Jing who can arouse such power. And Wang Fan, most of the time, had a bad ending, and even he couldn't bear to think about it any more.

"Elder martial brother Wang Fan, don't worry. I swear by Tu yispear that if I succeed in my cultivation, I will find out the real murderer and avenge you."

Tu clenched his fists, clenched his teeth and swore to himself.

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after Wang Fan entered the cave, he forced himself to put up countless hidden boundaries, and then seized the best spirit stone to recover.

Fortunately, Tu yispear gave him 5000 top-quality spirit stones. Otherwise, it's really impossible for him to recover in a short time.

It took him more than a month to completely recover to the peak, consuming more than 2000 top-quality spirit stones.

This is because he has the best spirit stone. If he doesn't have the best spirit stone, I'm afraid the recovery time will be longer.

Wang Fan slowly opened his eyes, but still some palpitations.

Although this short gun is powerful, its consumption of aura is too terrible.

Last time he tested its power, he didn't have this feeling, but this time, he really realized it.

There are more than 2000 top-quality spirit stones. If they are used for cultivation, ·

every time Wang Fan thinks about it, he feels a kind of flesh pain.

"It's time to go out. I have to hurry to the location of the teleportation array. Otherwise, once I miss it, I'm afraid it's hard to leave the three wasteland halls."

Wang Fan whispered and left the cave.

At the location of the teleportation array, Tu Yimao and a few other people sat here, waiting for the teleportation array to open.

There is only one day for the launch of the teleport array. If you miss it, it will be hard to get out.

Tu yispear, who is meditating with his eyes closed, looks far away from time to time, and his sadness is getting stronger and stronger.

Although he had expected the end of Wang Fan, he didn't want to believe it.

In his heart, there is always a thought.