Chapter 664 Master of the Sleeping Buddha

At this moment, all the international practitioners present held their breath subconsciously.

Everyone wanted to see who was coming out?

Is he a strong man on his side?

However, they all looked relaxed.

In the face of more than a dozen strong people, they fought together to kill, and no one survived.

The impatient man, using his wind power, hung a strong wind from the ground and blew away the smoke and dust in front of him. He couldn't wait to confirm who the man was and why did he leave the battlefield alone?

As the dust in the air was blown away, the next second, when everyone finally saw the identity of the only person who walked out of the battlefield, their faces turned gray.

There was a bang in his head, as if he had been pricked by a sharp needle, and his whole body was numb, looking in horror at the only figure who had come out of the battlefield alive.

It was Fang Zheng!

At this moment, Fang Zheng looked a little miserable. His tactical clothes and props were badly damaged. There was blood on the surface of his body. He didn't know whether it was his own blood or someone else's blood.

Even the helmet on his head was mostly damaged, revealing half of his bloody face.

There was white dust from the cement ruins.

But at this moment, no one noticed Fang Zheng's awkwardness. They stared blankly at the battlefield that only Fang Zheng walked out of.

When they finally came to their senses, the people of these international forces were scared to death. Fang Zheng, who had been surrounded and killed by more than a dozen people of the same realm, unexpectedly fell without any enemy. How could they not be afraid and tremble without a single person coming out?

In the beginning, they all thought that they had the upper hand. After all, there were more masters on their side, and they obviously had the advantage in numbers.

However, it was not expected that Fang Zheng was really struggling to cope with it, and his body was injured, but the losses on his side were even greater, and all the masters were wiped out.

At this point, these people were both trembling and suffering in their hearts. If not for the fact that there was more than one Blessed passage, which diluted the number of masters on their side, plus the real strong ones, they had already entered Baifo temple from the beginning, resulting in a shortage of masters and a gap in the strength of the strong ones, how could they be controlled like this?

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Even the Witch organization, which retained the most complete strength, was a collective chill.

This man completely distracted them all.

He's too strong!

Do they really have any hope of revenge?

After comparing the difference in strength between the two, his eyes dimmed slightly.

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At the end of the war, Fang Zheng still had a murderous look on him, and his eyes were so bright that no one dared to look at him.

Fang Zheng didn't go after the scattered people.

After all, he had his limits and could not kill all these people. His eyes turned to the witches who had not escaped.

"You didn't surround me with them just now. I'll give you a discount. Each of you has a cursed prop and you can get a place in Blessed Land."

As Fang Zheng spoke, the witches' eyes lit up in unison.

Is there such a good thing?

For a moment, she looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously.

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to the witches. Instead, he found Hannah and the others and saw that they were all right, so he asked Hannah and the others to help him clean up the loot.

Give him unusual items and curses.

The rest of the private property belonged to them, as if it was for their hard work.

Hannah, Laila and the others all admired Fang Zheng at the moment. Fang Zheng saved their lives. They didn't need any hard work. They all volunteered to clean up the loot for Fang Zheng.

Just as Laila and the others all went out voluntarily to clean up Fang Zheng's loot, Hannah went to Fang Zheng alone.

"I don't know how to repay you for saving my life. There's something I have to tell you after thinking about it." Hannah hesitated for a while, then finally made up his mind with a bite.

It could be seen that Hannah had a hard time making this decision.

"If you are in a difficult situation, don't say it. Don't let yourself live in a difficult situation." Fang Zheng took off his broken helmet and threw it into the roadside ruins.

But his face was golden, and even without his helmet, no one could see his features clearly.

Hannah shook his head firmly and said, "Please let us repay you for saving your life!"

"Before the monk left, he came to me alone. Besides saying that all the Sleeping buddha statue in Baifo temple are dead, he told us not to visit them. He also mentioned another thing. These Sleeping buddha statue are the main things. If we can't defend Baifo temple, let us give up on Baifo temple. On the day Blessed Land opens, the owners of these Sleeping buddha statue will appear, and by then, it will be our chance to enter Blessed Land."

The more Hannah spoke, the more serious he became, "Even now, the Sleeping buddha statue owner that the holy monk mentioned hasn't appeared yet, but Hannah believes that the holy monk's words can't be wrong."

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While Fang Zheng was talking to Hannah, the outside world was already boiling.

There was a sensation from all sides.

There was a fierce man in Baifo temple who stood alone against all the international forces but survived.

On the contrary, the experts from all over the world were annihilated.

Fang Zheng's battle was well known internationally.

Some people suspected that Fang Zheng was the butcher of the bloody hand. The butcher who became famous ten years ago appeared in Blessed land of Siam, but more people directly rejected him.

Fang Zheng's voice was obviously too young to sound like he was in his early twenties, and although he also used a knife, Fang Zheng's fighting style was obviously very different.

More and more intelligence organizations began to investigate the way Fang Zheng demonstrated his fighting style. Without exception, there was no information about Fang Zheng on the expert list of intelligence from all sides.

The only clue was to play with the dress of the vice president of the Witch organization and the nickname "The last witch hunter."

It was as if this man had jumped out of a rock.

It suddenly broke into the eyes of the international community.

Suddenly, he became famous.

In the past, without a word, this time Blessed land of Siam opened, suddenly like the darkest big black horse, fiercely killing out, stirring up the headache of all forces.

And he became famous in the most brutal way.

So many masters had fallen into his hands.

However, there were also western forces who were furious and wanted to send out the strong to kill Fang Zheng and nip the seed geniuses from the eastern countries in the bud.

The dragon in the east must never have the chance to wake up and rise again.

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Just as the international eyes began to turn to Baifo temple, Fang Zheng was standing behind Hannah and the others, with a group of witches standing beside him, temporarily putting down their hatred for each other and looking in the direction of Baifo temple as if facing a great enemy.

Because the owner of the Sleeping buddha statue that Hannah was talking about, the owner of the underworld, finally appeared!

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