Chapter 2159

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In the imperial palace of the huri Empire, an old man with a gloomy face slapped on the white marble table in front of him with an angry slap.

With a click, under his palm, the expensive jade table was smashed in an instant.

"Good! Good!!! I dare to kill the monk Zunjing of Wuhai sect. I want to see what's sacred in the end! "

"It's just a barbarian land. There are people who can kill me in Wuhai zongzunjing. I'm really knowledgeable!"

The old man roared angrily, and the intention of killing on his body had completely formed its essence.

Under his real intention, the expensive calligraphy and paintings on the surrounding walls all Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shu.

The reason why the Hu RI Empire dared to attack the 17th National Congress of the Communist Party of China was that it colluded with the three major forces in the border areas.

These three powers are: Wuhai sect, skull sect and Tianyin sect.

And Mo Lao, who was killed by Wang Fan, and the old man who was angry at the moment, all belonged to Wuhai sect.

The emperor of the huri empire was also extremely angry. When the old man's anger subsided slightly, he said with a gloomy face,

"if my guess is right, the man who killed Mo Lao must be Wang Fan of the holy palace of the king's capital."

"This son is arrogant and domineering, but he is gifted. A few years ago, he killed a lot of friars and elites in our huri empire. "

"Even some of the powerful people in Hu RI Empire died in this son's hands."

Hu RI emperor said, eyes set off a strong hatred.

Obviously, he had thought of the scenes that happened in those years.

Wang Fan, this is the disgrace of his Hu RI empire. No one wants to kill Wang Fan more than the emperor of Hu RI empire.

However, the leader of the huri Empire knew that it was impossible for him to kill Wang Fan, so he had to rely on the border forces.

"Oh? What else? Wang Fan, has his strength reached two or three levels of Zunjing? "

Hearing this, the old man could not help but ask.

Although he also wants to kill Wang Fan regardless of everything, it doesn't mean he has no brain.

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win a hundred battles.

If he doesn't investigate Wang Fan's strength, and blindly revenge, he will probably end up hating himself.

"At that time, his accomplishments were only seven levels in the kingdom. Of course, maybe he had hidden his accomplishments. As for his accomplishments now, I don't know very well. "

The emperor of the huri Empire gritted his teeth and said.

Naturally, he did not dare to lie in such a matter.

Once he lied and was found out by the old man, it would be a disaster waiting for the Hu RI empire.

"Seven levels of the king's realm, you can kill Zunjing?" Hearing this, the old man's eyes shrunk and could not help shaking.

He has never heard of the seven levels of Wangjing who can kill Zunjing, but they are the core of the real power in the border area.

What's more, those cores can only kill some junk Zunjing. Even if they are a little bit more powerful Zunjing, they can't be killed by leaps and bounds.

After all, there is a big gap between the seven levels of Wang Jing and Zun Jing.

But Wang Fan, as a friar of the Longao Empire and a student of the Wangdu holy academy, was able to kill Zunjing with the strength of the seven levels of the kingdom. How could this be possible?

"Are you sure he is really a member of the Long'ao Empire, not a core disciple of the big forces in the border areas?" The old man asked with a frown.

"Sure!" The leader of the huri Empire nodded, "he really came from the Long'ao Empire, and he came from a small subsidiary country under the Long'ao empire."

"Good, good!" The old man nodded slowly, "in that case, I'm relieved."

"You immediately send tens of thousands of soldiers to Longao with me. I want to see what means Wang Fan has and whether he can resist my thousands of troops."

The old man said in a low voice. In his eyes, a bloodthirsty cold awn appeared.

In this case, he did not worry about the huri emperor lying.

He believed that the other side did not have the courage.

Hearing this, the monarch of the Hu RI empire could not help taking a hard blow, but he still nodded, "good!"

When he said this good word, his whole heart was dripping blood.

With his mind, how can we not see the old man's wishful thinking? The other side obviously wanted the army of Hu RI Empire to be cannon fodder, but he had no choice but to do it.

"This treacherous old fox is really careful. He has to be cannon fodder in front of thousands of platoons in the third floor of the country. It's really hateful!"

Of course, the monarch of the huri Empire only dared to think about it in his heart, and he did not dare to say it at all.

At the moment, he can only pray that this trip can go smoothly and successfully kill Wang Fan. Only in this way, the injustice in his heart will be slightly gentle.One day later, the old man led tens of millions of troops, took the warship, and flew to the direction of the Dragon Austria empire.

Hundreds of warships in the air lined up in two teams, galloping mighty, momentum like a rainbow.

The monks and people on the ground were shocked by the scene.

Although they didn't know where the Hu RI army was going, they knew that something big was going to happen.

In the Long'ao Empire, Wang Fan did not leave, but lived temporarily.

As Long'ao Empire has just settled down, he does not dare to leave under such circumstances.

He was afraid of being exploited by the huri empire.

Of course, the most important thing is that he has got in touch with song Rumei and others who are far away in Fanguo. He didn't leave in a hurry when he learned that everything was well in Fanguo and was not affected by the war.

He plans to stay here for a longer time to see what happens.

On that day, he killed countless soldiers of the huri Empire outside the Long'ao Empire, and killed a Zunjing from the border region. In his opinion, the other side will not give up.

Wang Fan lived in the Long'ao Empire, but he was not idle. He devoted himself to cultivating and cutting.

On that day, he killed Mo Laona with one last knife.

However, he is not very satisfied.

A knife cut is about killing with one blow, and it is about speed. But when he killed Mo Lao that day, the speed was still too slow.

If he can cultivate this sword to the extreme and improve his speed to a higher level, it will definitely be a great improvement for his combat effectiveness.

Even those who are strong in the three or even the four levels of Zunjing are expected to die immediately when they are caught off guard.

In the back mountain of the imperial palace of the Long'ao Empire, Wang Fan's eyes are closed tightly, and the shadow knife in his hand is constantly waving.

The track of his shadow sword is sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward. In short, his track is vague and unpredictable.

And every time he waved the shadow knife, the speed was faster, even he could not see the blade and the shadow at all.

Just see white awn a flash, shadow knife has already lost track.

In the end, I couldn't even see the knife.

With the naked eye's attention, the shadow knife is still in his hand, but in fact, it has been chopped out.