Chapter 115

Name：God of Fishing Author：Pig That Can Howl Like A Wolf
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Han Fei's speed is very fast. Before the man behind him has responded, Han Fei's double blades are inserted into his left and right shoulders.

"Ah ~"

"bastard..."

"Damn fat man, you want to die."

"The thief died."

At the moment, a total of five people landed on the white fishing boat of Han Fei. Apart from the boy who had been stabbed twice by Han Fei, there were four other teenagers.

Han Fei is shocked. Are they teenagers? These people look as big as they are.

"Kill him."

Four people almost gave up Chen Ling and Chen Jia'er at the same time. Two of the four people showed their aura. Another one was holding a bow and arrow in his hand. At the moment, it was already on the line. Another young man even used a sword. At the moment, he was stabbing at Han Fei.

"Ha ha!"

In Han Fei's hands, the two sabres are also full of aura. In a flash, the aura is directly exploded with Han Fei as the center.

"How could it be?"

When the four teenagers reacted, they found that Han Fei had received an arrow, a sword and a stick without any damage.

"Cut you to death."

Han Fei's eyes were on a man. He was the one who called himself fat, but he saw his two swords turning and cutting down like lightning.

"Fusion..."

The teenager's reaction was not unpleasant, but when the infinite aura burst out, everyone was dumbfounded.

One stick they can hold, two sticks? How about three sticks?

At the time of the first staff, the Lingqi armor and the Lingqi surplus body of the two youth holding the staff burst directly.

In the second stroke, Han Fei ignored the arrow and directly smashed the two young people holding the stick. One of them was bent by Han Fei, and his hands seemed to break with a click.

When the third stick is used, the twining spirit grass wants to protect several people, but it can't withstand a burst and directly breaks. The young man with the sword was smashed and shot with blood. Fortunately, entwine lingcao grabbed the railing to prevent him from falling into the sea.

The time of the three strokes seemed to be a little time for the young man with the bow. He saw the young man with the bow jump up with his foot on the railing, and the three long arrows in his hand turned into three white lights and shot at Han Fei.