Chapter 1315

All of a sudden, the sound attracted everyone's attention and looked up in succession.

Under the light, a Taoist priest flew down from the roof, and his robes rustled in the wind.

As if the drowning man caught hold of the straw, the king who saw Wang also immediately called out: "Taoist priest Wang, help, help me quickly."

"King Jing, don't worry. I will save you."

The Crystal King with a pair of tears and a snot turned his face: "but I have a condition. You have to divide your crystal ore into half of mine. How about it?"

"Taoist priest Wang You are taking advantage of the fire. You are greedy for half of the crystal

Hearing that he wanted to give half of the crystal ore, the king of crystal yelled, "I have to rely on crystal ore for all my money. I don't have much if I give you half."

"You mean want to die?" Shrug his shoulders, the king did not matter: "if you want to die, I don't care about you."

"Don't No, half is half. "

Looking at Lin fan, who was silent and gloomy, King Jing bit his teeth: "but you must kill this boy. I want to see him die with my own eyes."

Crystal ore is important, but not all his income. He gave Wang half of the crystal ore and he had other things. But if Lin Fan didn't die, he would lose face today.

If you lose prestige in your city, it's the same as a bird without wings. It's a problem whether you can fly or not, even if you can stand.

Too many people have died in his hands these years, and those who dare to resist will be killed by him. If he loses his prestige, he will not be far away from the day of his death.

Therefore, Lin fan must die. Only when Lin fan is dead can he continue to be king of crystal.

"Taoist priest, we meet again."

Looking at Wang Ye who came out, Lin Fan sneered: "I thought you would see the end of the play all the time. I didn't expect that you still couldn't resist running down to die."

"Taoist friend, your anger is too heavy. After killing so many people, you will have a miserable life."

His eyes narrowed, and Wang sighed: "put down your butcher's knife and abandon your martial arts. Maybe you can save it like this."

"Ha ha, a slavish who is possessed by demons will let me put down my butcher's knife."

Looking at Wang Ye, who tried to resist his anger, Lin Fan laughed and said, "I didn't shoot you last time I flew the plane, but you didn't escape and dare to stay in your city."

"Well, don't talk nonsense."

Speaking of the plane, Wang also immediately became angry: "I'll make a good calculation with you today. I don't know what method you used to learn Vajra's palm in the Gobi last time. This time, you are not so lucky."

The voice fell down, and he slapped down to the heart, and then a mouthful of black blood gushed out. Sprinkled into the air but did not drop, Zizi sound continued to evaporate into a black fog, to the more than 300 elite Floating past.

More than 300 elite soldiers, who had been kneeling for mercy, lost their energy due to the influence of the black fog. There were wild animal like growls in his mouth, and his veins swelled like a madman.

"Taoist friend, this is my heart demon. You can feel it well."

With Wang Ye's command, more than 300 demonized elite roared at Lin fan.

At the same time, Wang also began to condense his true Qi and his body gushed with golden light. With both hands together, Vajra palms began to emerge.

He who has fought with Lin fan knows that Lin fan is strange. If he can't take advantage of it alone, then the 300 plus elite is the best way to delay.

As long as Lin fan has no time to take care of it, his Vajra palm can be killed with one hand. During this period of time, he recovered from the injury with spar, but also strengthened some strength.

Of course, heart demons also evolved synchronously, but the power of Vajra palm increased by a third. But this one-third is enough to kill Lin fan, a disgrace before snow!

"Smelly Taoist, have you ever heard of a hundred people beheading?"