Chapter 2107

Although the twenty friars seemed to have no intelligence, their reaction was not slow at all.

They sprang up and stepped back as if they were aware of the danger.

It's just that the power of the seven kill Liuyun sword is too fierce and the speed is too fast. Rao's friars reacted quickly, and there were still seven or eight people who were swept away by the knife.

But strangely, those friars who had been torn in the air of the knife didn't have any blood flowing out of their bodies, just like the blood in their bodies had been drained.

Seven or eight monks fell to the ground.

Looking at this scene, Wang Fan couldn't help but feel relieved.

He was worried that these friars would not be killed. Now it seems that he was worried too much.

Although the previous seven kill Liuyun Dao only killed some monks whose strength did not reach the respected realm, Wang Fan was still satisfied.

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just as Wang Fan gasped, the more than ten monks who had not been included in the book had already reflected in an instant and rushed to kill Wang Fan.

Although they are jumping forward, their speed is countless times faster than before.

In a jump, unexpectedly already approached Wang Fan.

Their outstretched arms seemed to be sharp weapons. At the moment of approaching Wang Fan, they directly tore the air and waved their arms to kill Wang Fan.

The strong wind roared, and their arms cut an illusory crack in the air, as if they were a blade that could not be broken.

Wang Fan looked at the scene, his face was startled, and he quickly stepped back.

But at the same time of retreating, his right fist clenched in an instant, and his aura gushed out. At the same time, he shot at the arms of two of them.

He wants to see how these zombie like monks of Zunjing are physically.

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Wang Fan felt as if he was on the iron bone of King Kong. A sense of pain and sharp pain came, and the whole person flew out in an instant.

The two monks seemed to be very uncomfortable too. They could not help stepping back a few steps, and there was a slight click on their arms.

Obviously, some of their arm bones have been broken.

But, for all that, they didn't feel the slightest pain.

"How did this monster come into being? Was it really manipulated?" After Wang Fan stabilized his figure, he was shocked.

He had seen that although these monks had reached the level of respect, they could no longer perform their martial arts. In other words, the skills they control have been forgotten.

However, although they have been unable to perform their martial arts, their physique is much harder than before. It's not too hard to call it as hard as steel.

In the moment of Wang Fan's thinking, more than a dozen friars have rushed to Wang Fan again.

Looking at them, it was as if they would not stop killing Wang Fan.

Wang Fan naturally did not have leisure, in the hand shadow knife urgent wave, crazy wave chop to those friars.

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Wang Fan looked at this scene and immediately gave up the idea of continuing to attack like this. He planned to directly display his respected martial arts skills.

There's no way. It's a waste of aura to go on like this, and the most important thing is that we can't kill these monks.

If he keeps fighting like this, I'm afraid he will be exhausted sooner or later.

Looking at those friars who seemed to be painless and tired, and rushed to them again, Wang Fan also stepped back quickly.

At the same time, he began to urge the whole body aura, condensed the great wilderness Mie dome chop.

Without the use of killing short guns, Dahuang mieqiong chop is Wang Fan's most powerful card.

If Dahuang can't kill these people, he can only use a killing short gun.

It's just that it's too dangerous to use a killing shotgun. He will be weak for the first time.

The monster with terrible speed is staring at him in the dark. Once he is weak, he will surely die.

With the brewing of the extinction of the great wilderness, the aura of the surrounding world was swept over by madness and condensed in front of the shadow sword.

The aura rolled like a cloud, which soon dispersed the gray air in the air, making the whole sky covered by aura clouds.

The power of terror diffuses out, just like the power of heaven.

"Destroy the sky in the wilderness, cut it, kill it!" At a certain moment, with Wang Fan's low roar, the shadow knife in his hand suddenly waved.

In a flash, the mighty aura cloud, with a terrible killing power, swept over the more than ten monks.

The air waves are rolling and the strong wind is howling, as if the end of the day is coming.

The ten monks retreated crazily again, but they were still slow even if they reacted quickly.That all over the sky aura cloud instant has completely shrouded them, the horror of the killing spread swept, completely wrapped them in.

Boom boom!

The sound of explosion came out crazily. At this moment, the world changed color for it.

The earth trembles and the sky roars.

The crazy extension of huge and terrible ravines soon destroyed the area for more than ten miles.

Wang Fan's face was pale and his eyes were fixed on the front of him without blinking.

He wanted to see if the dozen monks would die.

When the storm dissipated and everything calmed down, Wang Fan was greatly relieved.

There are seven or eight of more than a dozen Zunjing friars who have been thoroughly smashed into nothingness. Only four of them have combat power.

However, although they still have combat effectiveness, they are not as good as before.

Because in four people, two people did not have the right arm, two people did not have the left leg.

"A monk without mind is not as good as a real monk, even though his body has become stronger countless times."

"If I were a real monk of Zunjing, I would have killed one or two people even if I were to kill the sky. How could I have killed so many people?"

Wang Fan muttered to himself, but he didn't hesitate. He forced the residual aura in his body and killed the four disabled people with shadow knife.

This time, Wang Fan didn't work as hard as he did last time. After he wielded 18 swords, the four disabled Zunjing monks had all died miserably.

Wang fan is also breathless, he quickly grabbed out a pill swallow in the mouth, and then began to quickly recuperate.

It's just that he hasn't been recuperating for two minutes, and his face suddenly changes!

His slightly curved waist suddenly straightened, and his aura suddenly shot out. Then he turned back and waved the shadow knife fiercely.

Whoosh!

In his hand shadow knife waved out of the moment, a broken wind sound has suddenly sounded behind him, followed by a bang, the shadow flew out.

Wang Fan turned to see that the huge mysterious monster appeared not far behind him.

"You beast, it seems that you really have an eye on me. How dare you step forward again? If I don't kill you, I will be a monk in vain! "

Wang Fan's eyes are cold, but his heart can't help sighing.

What a good chance! He hit the monster. It's a pity that the monster was only cut a shallow wound, and it didn't matter.

The monster looked at Wang Fan and was shocked.