Chapter 2065

"Wang Fan!" The voice of gnashing teeth came from Meng Chong's mouth, and his body suddenly burst out a fierce and incomparable killing intention.

Although he had never met Wang Fan, in this case, he didn't have to think much to guess Wang Fan's identity.

"That's right. It's me. I heard that you've set up all kinds of traps in this city. You're waiting for me to enter the game, so I'm here."

Wang Fan said lightly, also extremely shocked in the heart.

Previously, he was ready to strike, and also used the king level martial arts violent fist, but the final result was only to let Meng Chong spit out three mouthfuls of blood, which greatly exceeded his expectations.

"You are very good, even dare to take the initiative to come, but also the first to find me Mengchong, I really admire your courage."

"If I'm not wrong, the 148 subordinates I sent out have all died in your hands?"

Meng Chong stood up straight. He didn't start in a hurry, but asked slowly.

At the same time, the aura in his body is also surging wildly, while quickly recuperating from the previous injury, while secretly guarding against Wang Fan's sudden move.

Wang Fan nodded, very honest answer, "yes, I see they are a little tired, so I sent them ahead of time."

Even if Meng Chong had expected it in advance, after hearing this, a stream of anger still gushed out, and his mood fluctuated a little.

At the moment when his mood fluctuated, Wang Fan, who had been staring at him closely, suddenly moved again.

With the crazy operation of aura in his body, Wang Fan stepped on the ground with his toes. With a roar, the whole ground was cracked. At the same time, Wang Fan rushed out like a tiger.

His body shape seems to form a wind, set off a whistling sound, approaching Mengchong with lightning speed.

When he was only ten meters away from Mengchong, his right hand had already grasped the shadow knife, and then he chopped it out.

"Seven kill Liuyun sword!" Deep burst drink out, bright smooth flicker, shadow knife set off an overwhelming momentum, just like a storm toward Mengchong chop away.

Meng Chong felt the scene, and his heart was crying.

He knew that the fluctuation of his mind gave Wang Fan another chance.

However, he is not afraid of this, but crazy retreat, while grabbing out the silver spear.

The long gun suddenly shook, rolled up a hundred Zhang Guanghua, set off a raging wave, toward the wave of shadow knife.

Boom boom!

The two waves collided madly in mid air, setting off a harsh roar. The fury was rampant. In the sound of a click, the whole room was smashed in an instant.

Under that violent force, Meng Chong could not help but start a crazy retreat again, and the blood in his chest was rolling.

At the same time, he could not help but sigh about Wang Fan's grasp of the opportunity.

Judging from Wang Fan's two moves, he already knows that Wang fan is definitely a master with rich experience in actual combat and a character who has experienced countless hardships of life and death.

"Sure enough, you are worthy of being a Mongolian general. Your strength is really excellent. Let's have a look."

This time, Wang Fan didn't give Meng Chong a chance to breathe. His body suddenly went up in the air, and the second and third kill of the seven kill Liuyun sword had been surging out one after another.

The wind roared, two hundreds of Zhang long sword waves formed in the air, rolled up the overwhelming momentum, frantically chopped toward Meng Chong.

Meng Chong felt this scene, his face changed in an instant!

"Kill the gun!" A suppressed low roar, his body spirit crazy agitation, both hands with guns, hard toward the top of the stab.

Under this stab, the Silver White Spear rolled up a hundred Zhang spear awn, rolled up the boundless power, and stirred up the sword wave here.

Boom!

There was a loud explosion, and the spear and the first wave of knife collided. They almost broke at the same time and disappeared as light spots.

At this time, Meng Chong had time to make a second shot.

But at this moment, the second wave has been like a storm, crazy bombardment down.

Meng Chong didn't have time to show his martial arts, so he had to rely on his powerful aura to urge the spear to fight.

Boom!

There was another explosion, and the gun awn rolled up by the long gun was smashed by the bombardment. The knife wave struck Meng Chong hard. Meng Chong spewed out several mouthfuls of blood again, and the whole person flew out like a meteor.

Under the tearing of the sword wave, Meng Chong's body was also torn out several wounds, blood spattered, blood gushing.

At the moment, his heart could not take care of anger, there was only shock.

He did not expect that he just lost the opportunity once and fell into such a situation.

"It's true that you have resisted me twice. I want to see if you can resist the third one."Wang Fan still didn't give Meng Chong a chance to breathe. He forced himself to endure the weakness of his whole body and rushed out again like a ghost.

When Meng Chong was near, he madly urged the aura in his body, and the shadow knife in his hand slashed down again.

This time, Meng Chong didn't even have the strength to resist.

He can only watch the bright sword cut toward his body, there is no way, he is really hurt too much.

"I'm so sweet!" Meng Chong couldn't help roaring, but his voice soon drowned in the light.

A burst of hissing sound of knife cutting into the meat resounded, accompanied by a burst of blood mist, Meng Chong's whole person was torn to pieces in an instant, and completely lost his vitality.

Meng Chong, a powerful general of the Hu RI Empire and the top of the Ninth level of Wang Jing, fell.

It can be said that he died extremely depressed, because until his death, he had many means that could not be used, and Wang Fan did not give him a chance at all.

Master fight, can not tolerate the slightest miss, Meng Chong just once lost the opportunity, and finally came to the end of life and death.

After Wang Fan killed Meng Chong, he put away his space ring and breathed a little. Then he left like a ghost.

Because he set up a border here, no one felt the fluctuation and realized that Mengchong was dead.

After Wang Fan left, the whole person ran like a ghost towards the place where the soldiers were lying in ambush.

Under the cover of the night, he was like a ghost, silent.

Those friars with low strength just felt a gust of wind, but they couldn't see Wang Fan at all.

This night, destined to be a sleepless night, is destined to be a bloody night.

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in a very hidden corner, 18 people are squatting here, which seems a little boring.

Around them, there are hidden borders. Even the strong in the ninth floor of Wang's realm can't detect them without careful investigation.

At this time, in addition to three of them are concentrating on perceiving the outside world, the others are either yawning or chatting.