Chapter 2517

"Deacon, I'm practicing in my room. He's the one who interferes with my meditation." Although Wang Fan wanted to kill these guys immediately, he still put up with it.

Only halfway through his words, he was interrupted impatiently by the deacon, "you can handle your own affairs by yourself. Don't blame Ben Sheng for killing you!"

That deacon tone is very domineering, the facial expression is not good of stare at Wang Fan, in the eye sprang up a wisp of murder.

Wang Fan did not understand where he had offended such a deacon, but he knew that he could not go on.

He could have a conflict with Luo Mao on the merchant ship, but he could never have a conflict with the Deacon.

After all, the deacon was a merchant ship man, and the merchant ship had seven levels of holy land. The strong man was not what he and Su Luoyan could deal with.

"Just mole ants, dare to challenge Ben Sheng, but don't you fight with Ben Sheng?" When Luo Mao saw that the Deacon seemed to be helping him, he was even more arrogant.

For him, it was just a great surprise.

Originally, he thought that when the Deacon came, he and Wu An would be in trouble, and one of them might lose his life. But who ever thought that the deacon was trying to help him?

Wang Fan's face was even colder. He was no longer too lazy to talk nonsense, "lead the way."

"There is seed." Luo Mao looked at Wang Fan with disdain. Then he gave the Deacon a fist and led the way in front of him.

Wang Fan followed closely.

The Deacon swept Wang Fan coldly, his eyes were full of disdain, and hummed, "it's just respecting the ants, and you dare to call the saint to block the gun. You're blind."

"It's just a high-class class that I was allowed to stay in because of my bad luck. Do you really think I'm a noble guest in high-class class?"

Although his voice was very low, Wang Fan still heard it word for word.

Wang Fan's face is more gloomy, but the surface is also more calm.

Soon, Luo Mao and Wu An had already brought Wang Fan to a huge palace.

There is only one high platform in the temple, on which the two words "life and death" are clearly written.

Platform of life and death!

On the stage of life and death, there is still dry blood, light blood gas diffusion, giving people a deep depression.

Obviously, many people have died on this platform.

Wang Fan looked at the platform of life and death, his heart was dark.

He did not expect that there was a platform for life and death on just a merchant ship.

With a whoosh, Luo Mao jumped up, flashed directly to the platform of life and death, and then pointed to Wang Fan and said, "get up and die!"

At this moment, the strong breath of the strong in holy land appeared on his body.

That whole body kills the idea to seem to be the essence, the crazy outward spread, seem to be stormy waves, not conceal.

Those with low accomplishments will be torn to pieces and die on the spot as long as they are killed.

Without hesitation or fear, Wang Fan jumped onto the platform and took out the shadow knife.

He didn't want to make trouble, and he didn't want to kill people, but now that it's on his head, he will never bear it.

"There's seed!" Luo Mao's eyes are full of grimace, and the look in Wang Fan's eyes is like looking at the lamb to be slaughtered.

He didn't do it immediately, but suddenly raised his hand and put a layer of boundary prohibition around them, and then said in a low voice with a sneer,

"hand over your space ring, maybe the holy convocation will be in a good mood and spare your life!"

Wang Fan was a little surprised, but soon recovered.

He finally understood why this guy knocked on his door tirelessly. It turned out that he was staring at his space ring.

Thinking of space ring, Wang Fan's heart can't help sinking again.

He doesn't know this guy at all. Why does this guy stare at him? Does he know that he has got 10 million inferior immortal stones?

Thinking of this, Wang Fan finally can no longer calm down.

If that is the case, then he must kill this man, and he must not be allowed to tell the story.

By the way, Wu An must also die.

Otherwise, once he has 10 million pieces of immortal stone, God knows what a terrible storm to roll up.

At that time, I'm afraid that the merchant ship's seven story strongman in holy land will come to him for trouble.

"Well, as long as you can win, I will give it to you." Wang Fan nodded, then with a wave of his right hand, the shadow knife had been sacrificed.

The blade is surging, just like lightning, tearing the space directly, rolling up the violent killing power, sweeping toward Luo Mao.

Just in an instant, the whole battlefield was full of knives.

The blade roared, and the momentum was amazing.

However, looking at Wang Fan's hand, not only Luo Mao laughed, but also the following onlookers shook their heads.Although Wang Fan's knife is very sharp, it's still far worse than those who are strong in holy land.

If Wang Fan only has such a little strength, he must drink his hatred here today.

It is said that there are nine strong people in Zunjing who can kill the holy land. They had some expectations for Wang Fan, but now they have no expectations.

It's also true that the strong in the rumor, if you can casually see it, is not a rumor.

"It's just mole ants. You dare to attack me, hum." Sure enough, Luo Mao gave a cold hum with disdain. He didn't even offer a weapon, just a roll.

A more huge energy wave swept across the sky, instantly hit on the sky like lightning.

The sound of the boom burst. Just a moment later, all the knives on the platform had been smashed and collapsed in the air.

And Wang Fan's whole person, it is under that strong force, is directly shaken back, and also coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Looking at this scene, Luo Mao and Wu An disdained and watched the friars with regret. As for the deacon, he could not help shaking his head, then turned around and left.

There is no need for him to continue to watch this kind of fighting. If he has time, he might as well go back to study martial arts.

When Wang fan saw the Deacon leave, he was a little relieved.

He hard shouldered Luo Mao's attack, constantly retreating, coughing blood, a very sad look. He didn't let go until the Deacon went away completely.

He didn't want to kill Luo Mao in front of the deacon, and he didn't want to show an easy way to kill Luo Mao. Otherwise, once the Deacon's attention is aroused, the trouble will be even greater.

Although Luo Mao is suppressing Wang Fan and beating him to cough up blood, he is very angry.

As a strongman in holy land, he failed to kill a mole ant in holy land for such a long time. It's a shame.

Just when he jumped out of the air again and wanted to give Wang Fan another blow, Wang Fan burst out.

Wang Fan suddenly grabbed a pill with his left hand, then threw it at Luo Mao and said, "blast!"

Boom boom!

In a flash, the whole stage of life and death, then issued a terrible sound of explosion, rolled up the dust all over the sky.

While taking advantage of the smoke and dust on the battlefield, Wang Fan's shadow knife has been cut out like death's scythe.

It's also a knife, but compared with the previous one, it's too overbearing and sharp.

Luo Mao's pupil is staring round. He doesn't react at all. The shadow knife like electricity has cut his chest and cut his heart.

Smoke dissipated, plop, Luo Mao fell to the ground, dead!

At this moment, the whole audience was dead!

Everyone, they are all stunned!