Chapter 485

485 chick program

Li Fan's left hand grabbed a grimace man's face, and the tiger claws moved, directly pinching his mask, followed by his head.

The grimace man on the other side pulled out a small knife and stabbed Li Fan under the ribs!

Sure enough, he is a top-level expert, especially the assassin. His knife technique is very powerful. But Li Fan just snorted, and the silver needle inserted in his right arm immediately flew out and nailed it to the eyebrow of the grimace man.

The grimace man directly fell to the ground and died, and neither of them left Li Fan alive.

Li Fan has always been friendly to international friends, but since he came to do damage, he would not be polite.

"You robbed my head."

Murong Ying complained unhappily.

"I'll wipe it, young lady. Do you want to keep your head by yourself?"

"Hum, when lol used to be, you also liked to rob my head."

Murong Ying even recalled the past, "in reality, you have to rob! A competitive man!"

“……”

Li Fan suddenly didn't know how to explain, and Murong Ying had cooked the rest of the grimace men.

Looking at the twelve dead men killers he had cultivated hard, in the blink of an eye, Lao Mo's lips trembled.

"No, it's impossible..."

Mo couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at Murong Ying and asked, "who are you?"

"Wulin alliance leader, Murong Ying."

Murong Ying directly reported her name. She stretched out two fingers and pointed to Lao Mo opposite, "I can't ignore what you just said."

"Impossible!"

Mo didn't believe, "Wulin alliance leader, how can it be a little girl like you!"

"Do you look down on my age or my gender?"

Murong Ying's eyebrows gently raised.

"Little girl! Stop bragging and die!"

Lao Mo said, and suddenly a figure flew out from behind.

The figure was very ghostly, like a phantom, and came to Murong Ying in the blink of an eye.

The figure had no hands, and there were two long swords at the end of his palm. He chopped at Murong Ying!

His speed was so fast that Murong Ying didn't have time to see it clearly. But for Murong Ying, she doesn't need to see clearly at all.

Only the most inferior fighter needs to look with his eyes.

Murong Ying flicked two fingers and flicked the two swords away. At the same time, Murong Ying raised a foot and kicked on the figure.

"Bang!"

This guy flew out, but as Mo pulled his hands, he stabilized in the air again.

When the light hit him, Murong Ying saw that he was not a man, but a puppet dressed up.

This puppet seems to be made like a woman, with a sponge between its legs.

"I wipe..."

Li Fan looked down really, "this old boss is forcing him to take out his inflatable doll as a weapon!"

"Jie Jie... Your death is coming!"

After a panic, Mo seemed to be a little excited again.

"You are the leader of the Wulin alliance, which is just right. Kill you, and our fledgling plan will be one step closer to the target!"

Mo was so happy that his hands seemed to be wrapped with a lot of transparent silk thread.

Necropsy?

This idea floated through Li Fan's mind!

As soon as he shook his hands, more silk threads flew out. The twelve murdered grimace men stood up again, with a very strange smell.

"Corpse sewing? Isn't this the lost demon sect Kung Fu?"

Murong Ying also recognized this Kung Fu.

"Jie Jie... Yes, you're right. I didn't stay here for nothing..."

Lao Mo said, controlling the twelve funny faced men and the multi-functional puppets he made, he rushed to Murong Ying together.

"Amitabha... Does the leader need help?"

Bodhi also asked with some concern, but Li Fan patted him on the shoulder.

"Dude, it's dogs who rob heads."

"Well?"

Bodhi obviously didn't understand, and Murong Ying had shot again!

After all, it was Murong alliance leader. She still stepped on the railing, and then her hands opened, and from the palm of her hand, pieces of cherry blossom petals flew out.

Turn emptiness into reality!

"Nani..."

Don't be silly. This legendary Wulin realm is really used today?

Or a little girl doll?

These cherry blossom petals directly pierced the bodies of those grimaced men, tore them apart in the air, and cut the silk thread that Lao Mo controlled his puppets.

"Damn..."

Mo can't sit still anymore, and the disgusting smiles on his face just now are gone.

"What's the matter, not proud?"

Murong Ying looked down at the old Mo sitting in a wheelchair.

"Damn... How can you be so strong!"

Lao Mo looked a little dull, "is China's martial arts... How much... No, since you are the leader of the Wulin, you must be the strongest in China!"

"Sorry, I also want to be the strongest in China."

Murong Ying shrugged his shoulders, "it's a pity that there are people outside, and there are days outside. There are too many people stronger than me in China."

"This is absolutely impossible..."

Mo didn't believe Murong Ying's words at all, and his eyes suddenly fell on Li Fan.

"That man is your man... I want to see if you have the courage to kill your man!"

Mo said, suddenly popping up an invisible silk thread, instantly bound Li Fan.

"Eh?"

Li Fan looked at his hand and understood it twice, a little surprised.

"Hahaha! You are my doll now!"

"Wipe, how can this work?"

Looking at Lao Mo's triumphant smile, Li Fan's mouth immediately curled up, "who wants to be your doll? It's disgusting!"

"You can't help it!"

Mo said proudly, "my corpse sewing is unique in the world! No matter how strong you are, you should obey my orders when you get this move!"

With that, Mo manipulated Li Fan, made Li Fan jump up, stepped on lightness skills, fell to the second floor, and stood in front of his fiancee.

"Good."

Murong Ying didn't care, "cut off your head first, and then the old man of the island."

"I wipe, calm down! I'm your fiance!"

Li Fan's cold sweat came down, but Mo laughed, "hahahaha, stupid**, you can kill each other!"

With that, he manipulated Li Fan and asked Li Fan to attack Murong Ying!

But Lao Mo urged the silk thread, but Li Fan didn't move the silk.

"Nani?"

Lao Mo is very strange that his autopsy has failed?

How is this possible!

"Old man, have you had enough?"

Li Fan lowered his voice, which seemed a little uncomfortable, "is it my turn?"