Chapter 1137

"Oh, here it is."

Lin fan, sitting cross legged in the middle of the yard, bent his mouth: "don't think you can't be seen in black clothes. Come out."

The man in black, who was just about to sneak in, came out of the dark.

After looking at each other, he rushed to Lin Fan without saying a word.

Feeling the sharp killing intention, Lin Fan's body is bent.

With an incredible figure, he avoided the attack of two people.

The wind whirring past, the sharp blade pierced the air.

"Ming Jin's mid-term strength, that's it?"

A touch immediately detected the state of the two, Lin Fan one hand to the ground to a whirl kick.

Dong Dong.

The sound of collision sounded, and they were directly hit.

Eating pain to cover their ankles back, their eyes full of horror.

Shuijiaoda village, how could you be such a powerful warrior?

No, there shouldn't be any martial arts in the poor countryside.

"Come on, what's the purpose of your coming to the village?"

Looking at the tattoos on their faces, Lin Fan frowned: "are you from Nanyang?"

"Boy, who are you?"

Lin fan saw the origin, and the man in Black said, "you know our identity. You are dying today."

"Well, Huaxia's words are very smooth."

Back two steps, Lin Fan joked: "the first two months, I just killed a witch, also your side."

"Tell lies with your eyes open."

Another man in black was holding his arms and jokingly looked at Lin Fan: "you can see our strength, which is really beyond our expectation, but that's it."

"You, you just poisoned?"

Covering his chest, Lin Fan widened his eyes: "if you tell me the purpose of your coming here, I can consider letting you go."

"What do you say?"

Looking at Lin Fan in disbelief, the man in black called out, "you're all dying, you're still trying to be brave?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Finish the business here and go back to Mr. Zhang."

Another man in black clenched the knife in his hand and stabbed at Lin Fan's neck.

Being poisoned by them, the only thing Lin fan can do is to wait for death.

By the way, the only thing you can do is to watch yourself killed.

"Since you don't want to talk about it, you can't help it."

With a snap of his fingers, Lin Fan ordered a cigarette and took a puff.

Leisurely and happily, he looked at the man in black who came over and said, "enjoy it, the power of our Chinese array."

Seeing that the knife was about to pass through Lin Fan's neck, the ground suddenly became rugged.

One stumbled to the side, and then a piece of wood hit him in the face.

There was no time to dodge and was hit head on.

There was a huge bang and the whole man flew out.

At the same time, he couldn't understand.

Well, how can the ground be uneven?

Well, where's the wood coming out?

"Tut Tut, it's a pity that one died."

Looking at the man in black who had already hung up, Lin Fan looked at the remaining man in Black: "is it your turn next?"

"You Are you a warlock of China

Gaping at the scene, the remaining man in black swallowed his mouth and subconsciously stepped back two steps.

Who can tell him why there are warlocks here?

In their trade of Nanyang witches, they are afraid of Chinese warlocks.

The essence of these two industries is the same, both of which use magic as fighting weapons.

But I don't know why, their Nanyang sorcerers are not as good as Chinese warlocks.