Chapter 1050

1050 little overlord Legion

Debbie, I'm looking for you.

Lawrence seemed to see something before he died. His desperation relaxed and became relieved. Then he fell to the ground, dropped his cane to one side, and completely lost his life.

But the remaining two Dharma gods retreated under the attack of Wang Luo.

Although Wang Luo wore white hair, he killed seven in and seven out, as if he had entered the realm of no one!

He put a spiritual shield in his left hand and a Shangfang sword in his right hand. Every time he passed a place, he killed all the local magicians.

Four tanks were ready to start, but Wang Luo just used his mental strength, so he turned the barrel of one of the tanks, aimed at his companion, and fired directly.

Tank troops killed each other and soon became scrap iron.

Before long, the troops sent here were almost slaughtered.

Wang Luo was carrying a sword, as if he had entered the realm of no one.

Because there were too many deaths and injuries of the magician, the spiritual suppression of Li Fan was finally weak.

He also stood up again, pulled out his extraordinary gun, dragged it behind him, and also fought the enemies around him.

The two Dharma gods glanced at it and felt unable to hold the scene, so they decided to retreat first.

A Chinese sword is enough headache. Now there is another fighter Li Fan. How can this happen.

"Retreat."

The two Dharma gods finally gave the order to retreat, but few people could carry out this order alive.

There are only twoorthree survivors left, all with injuries.

"See your weakness?"

Wang Luo wears white hair. Unlike the handsome man before, at this time, he is as thin as a bone, like a candle in the wind, and seems to die here at any time.

"Thank you..."

Li Fan looked at Wang Luo in front of him and sighed with emotion.

This man, who has always looked less serious, almost killed himself in order to save himself.

"Don't sympathize with me."

Wang Luo stared, "I didn't become like this to help you! It's my destiny that people die! But before my life is over, I need to find the next generation of Chinese sword!"

"Let me think about it again..."

"If there is that time..."

Wang Luo took the sword back. "It's fate for everyone to meet. Before I die, at least help you exercise your mental strength."

"Do you want me to practice with you?"

"Almost, this sister, I will find someone to help you send her back to China. You and I, continue to stay abroad for a period of time."

"Why?"

"Jihad plans are under way at home."

Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, "if you don't get rid of your shortcomings, you will also be targeted after returning home. What the British can find, they can also find."

"OK..."

Li Fan first promised to come down. In order to enhance his strength, it seems good to exercise with Wang Luo for a while. He followed Wang Luo to the port, gave Shen Chen to a friend of Wang Luo, and then followed Wang Luo to stay in London.

"Is it okay for us to stay here?"

Li Fan followed Wang Luo back to the small room before him and couldn't help asking.

"They thought we had returned to China."

Wang Luo laughed, "I think they failed this time. They should choose to force you to commit it in a diplomatic way."

"The way of diplomacy?"

"Yes, provide some benefits to the top of the country, and then extradite you abroad."

"I won't promise!"

"As I said, you have too many cases."

Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, "just give you two things, and you will become a notorious murderer. Unless you receive Shang Fang's sword, no one has the right to hand you over, because you will be the symbol of China!"

Wang Luo looked at the Shang Fang chopping horse sword hanging on the wall. Although it was a sword left over from the Han Dynasty, it was still well preserved. The scabbard was also carved with a five clawed golden dragon, lifelike.

"Where are you taking me to exercise?"

Li Fan forked the topic.

"Take a night off. I'll take you to the Vatican tomorrow."

"Ah? What are you doing there?"

"The Pope there owes me a little favor. It's time for him to pay."

"Well, how can we get there?"

Li Fan couldn't help but wonder.

"You will know tomorrow. Go to bed first and conserve your energy."

Wang Luo pointed to the sofa in the living room, and then he went back to his room by himself.

Li Fan didn't know what to say to him. He could only throw his body on the sofa and recall the recent events.

When I came to England, it seemed that many things were in a mess.

The mobile phone was also taken away by Wang Luo. For the time being, we can't contact Lin Yuexian and them. I hope they don't worry about themselves.

Shen Chen should be able to go back safely. Since he belongs to Wang Luo, there should be no problem.

When Li Fan worked hard in London, the Chinese Jianghu was also turbulent.

Shaolin.

108 Arhats were standing outside in the dojo. Everyone was holding a arhat stick in their hands and facing a teenager standing in the center.

"Amitabha!"

The abbot of Shaolin stood on the steps, looked at the teenagers surrounded in the formation, couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name, and then asked.

"Benefactor Li, we used to have no hatred, and today we have no injustice. Why do you want to hurt my Shaolin disciple's life?"

The boy stood in the middle, didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the bald head of a Shaolin arhat nearby, with five fingers penetrating his head.

Tiger claw.

"Amitabha... In that case, let almsgiver Li calm down first!"

The abbot knocked the Zen staff in his hand, "Luohan formation!"

The remaining 107 Arhats moved together. All of them, according to the array, swam in circles while waving Arhats and attacked the boy!

But the boy was unmoved. He didn't care whether he was hit by arhat sticks at all. Every time he held these sticks, he tore the monks he met into two halves.

Soon, the teenager was scarred, and the monks in the Luohan formation were also killed and injured.

"Pa!"

Twelve monks suddenly poked arhat sticks together, stabbed the boy on his body, and put him in the air together!

Before the boy could react, a arhat had jumped behind him and smashed the boy's head with a stick!

"Amitabha..."

The abbot couldn't help knocking on the Zen stick, and his face was full of shame.

But anyway, the crisis of Shaolin has finally been solved.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a dozen figures suddenly came across the yard opposite.

Each of these dozen figures was wearing a special combat suit and looked exactly the same.

The abbot glanced at them and took a breath. No matter how high the Buddha's heart is, it can't be carried this time.

"Amitabha... No, unbelievable..."