Previously, when he encountered Scarface and his group, Wu Fan didn't think they were outstanding.
After all, if they were really capable, how could they have suffered such a tragic situation when fighting the Neck-Binding Spider?
At this moment, seeing the strong man who was no longer the same as before, Wu Fan immediately realized that there must be something inside him!
"Little friend, be careful!" At the critical moment, Lao Xian and Mu Fengchun shouted the same words. Although the opera ghost was worried, he could detect that Wu Fan was not panicking and could barely remain calm.
"Senior Bu Lao Mu is distracted, this kind of trick can't do anything to me!" Without even using the Lingyin Rod, Wu Fan saw the flaw in the attack with just his eyes of the future, and escaped safely from the gap.
Although the strong man did not use his full strength, this move was still full of murderous intent. It was certainly more than enough to deal with the "Third Prince"! But he never imagined that the "third prince" in front of him was essentially the same as him, and he was just a skin.
As night fell and the dust and smoke filled the air, the strong man did not see clearly how Wu Fan escaped. He only thought that the other party saved his life with external help.
"Ha! You're just relying on the help of the Twelve Black Arrows, what's the point of being proud of?" Seeing the smile on Wu Fan's face, the strong man became furious.
"There is no need for the Black Arrow Order to deal with you." Wu Fan still remembered that the third prince had taken action against the spider swarm before, so this strong man must have misunderstood something...
"Pretend! Die!" Being ridiculed by a "waste", the strong man was furious. As soon as he stamped his foot, a large sword rose from the ground and was held in his hand.
Although behind Wu Fan, Mu Fengchun, the helper with weird moves, had not yet made a move, the strong man could tell that the guy was unusual! Once this person joins forces with the Twelve Black Arrows, it will be difficult for him to escape unscathed.
Thinking that I still have a mission, if this disturbs the overall situation, I'm afraid that even if I don't die when I return to the League of Legends, my skin will peel off and I will suffer the same pain as before!
With a roar, the strong man rushed forward. The sword in his hand was like a galaxy, trying to drown Wu Fan's slender figure.
"Well done!" After spotting the location where the attack was coming, Wu Fan stabbed the Lingyin Stick horizontally on the blade, then lifted it to his side. He saw that the ground was "irrigated" by the Milky Way, and something appeared. A trench.
"No wonder you disown your relatives. It seems that the League of Legends treats you well..." Standing on the other side of the trench, Wu Fan was secretly speechless.
"Damn it!" This move was a close-quarters fight, and the strong man could see clearly that the opponent did not use any external force. The strong man felt even more humiliated when he thought of how hard it was for him to deal with a sick man.
"If I ask you now what benefits the League of Legends has given you, you won't answer me, right?" Ufan asked with a smile while the other party was "calming down".
"I'll kill you!" The strong man was ignited by Wu Fan again, and split a long knife into two, turning the Milky Way into two gale-force winds!
"Die! Die! Die!" The strong man's attack speed became faster and faster, leaving Wu Fan to flee in all directions, looking very embarrassed.
"You are clearly in this situation but you still don't let me help. How can you be so stubborn!" Mu Fengchun, who was treating the young man's injuries, frowned when he saw the situation.
But the further he looked back, the weirder Mu Fengchun's expression became, and he murmured to himself: "Strange... is it an illusion? Why do I think my little friend is deliberately irritating him?"
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"Master class leader? Do you want to continue?"
"Of course, the stronger the fire, the more interesting it will be, don't you think?"
When he first heard Wu Fan's instructions, Xi Gui was a little surprised. He wondered if he had been too negatively affected and had adverse effects. Otherwise, how could anyone want to ignite the opponent's fighting spirit during the battle? It wasn't until it heard Wu Fan's explanation that it began to sing a ghost show with confidence to appease the strong man's mood.
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The reason for temporarily borrowing the body of the third prince to return to the sun is because it can make it easier for him to move and complete the mission of Guizashi Hall as soon as possible! After the mission is completed, his next plan is to investigate the matter about his body and let the third prince rest in peace.
The reason why he had such an idea was because when he first arrived in the underworld, he could not see the miserable state of his physical body in Wangxiang Taichung.
Later, after a series of investigations, he learned that there were only two reasons why he was in this situation: one was his physical body
It has been completely destroyed, and secondly, it has been hidden!
But if the body is really damaged, the only way to return your soul is to break the rules! And since he has reached this point, it means that there is only one situation left, and Mu Fengchun's words also perfectly verify it.
In order to perfectly adapt to his body, the only thing Wu Fan can do now is to strengthen himself! This kind of strengthening not only cares about the body, but also about the soul, and everything he is encountering now and will encounter in the future will become his whetstone!
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Eyes of the future, discerning opportunities.
From the chaos at the beginning to the calmness now, Wu Fan's dodge has no unnecessary movements.
Although the opponent's attacks almost hurt him every time, this is the gap that a strong man can never cross.
"You are not the third prince! Who are you?" Although the strong man is not very smart, he is not completely stupid either. After a one-sided crushing, he looked like a defeated rooster.
"It's really rude of you to ask my question without answering it." After some strenuous exercise, Wu Fan was also out of breath.
"Want to get my answer? Ha! Then we have to see if you are qualified!" The strong man's face darkened.
"May I ask how I can obtain such qualification?" Wu Fan wrote lightly.
"Come and confront me if you have the ability! What's the point of being able to only run away? You! Never! Not qualified!" The strong man gritted his teeth, and then crossed the two swords and slashed towards Wu Fan's face.
"Yeah?"
Seeing the cold light approaching, Wu Fan had no intention of dodging this time...
Maybe he was tired of dodging and finally chose to take action this time...
Finally getting the opportunity for a head-on confrontation, the strong man couldn't wait to concentrate all his strength on the blade and slash at Wu Fan with great force!
"Click... click..."
Surprisingly, with two crisp sounds, the surface of his two swords was instantly covered with cracks and shattered into stars all over the sky.
"Satisfy you."
A voice sounded among the stars. Although it was very close, it gave the strong man the illusion that it came from the underworld.
The hair on his hair stood on end, and the strong man suddenly felt a huge threat. He hurriedly crossed his arms in front of him, and then was thrown away by a huge force, breaking a huge tree behind him.
"I didn't expect that the third prince still has such energy hidden in his body..." Looking at his hands, Wu Fan was suddenly a little surprised. Although he was still unfamiliar with it, the third prince's body was clearly made for martial arts practice.
In fact, not only Wu Fan, but also the third prince did not know how many secrets he had hidden in his body. After all, the old city lord was not weak back then, and it was for the third prince that he gave up all the power he had...
"Damn it..." Although the strong man looked miserable, he did not suffer any damage. He could only see cold light bursting out from his eyes, and his body was a bit stronger than before!
"I have to admit that I underestimated you..." The strong man took a deep breath, and a layer of shining silver armor suddenly appeared around him, "Although you can luckily break through my attack, you will never be able to break through my defense. !”
"Really?" Since someone is willing to "sacrifice" himself, Wu Fan doesn't mind testing the limits of the third prince.
Looking at the afterimage in front of him, Mu Fengchun felt a little thirsty. No wonder Wu Fan had not allowed him to help before. It turned out that he still hid this kind of strength.
At this moment, the attackers and defenders had exchanged identities, but the strong man still didn't make much movement. It was still Wu Fan who was tossing around enthusiastically.
"Come on! Be stronger! Your level of attack is only worthy of scratching my itch! Hahahaha..."
"Little friend! This guy is a tough guy now. If you continue like this, your efforts will be in vain. You might as well ask the old immortal to help you get rid of him!" Seeing the man in front of him becoming more and more aggressive, the old immortal really couldn't bear it. I can't help feeling so frustrated.
"No." Wu Fan refused, "Since the battle between me and the League of Heroes has begun, from today on, I can no longer reveal my trump cards in front of anyone!"
"But little friend, after all, Mu Fengchun is one of our own, so it shouldn't matter even if he sees him, right?" the old immortal said.
"What I'm worried about is not
Senior Mu, but someone else..." Although he was distracted in the communication, Wu Fan was not distracted at all, and changed the direction of attack with his feet.
"You mean...the widow?" the old immortal said.
"Not really, it's just that I always have a strange feeling..." Wu Fan glanced at the depths of the forest, and suddenly felt an inexplicable strangeness in his heart, "In a word, be careful when sailing."
"Oh, it doesn't work this way, that won't work either! You don't want to peel off the iron egg with this body, do you? What a ghost..." the old immortal muttered.
"Eh?" Wu Fan's eyes lit up and he said to himself: "Thank you, old immortal, for reminding me, I shouldn't forget that I still have this ability! Uh..."
Seeing that Wu Fan was distracted, the strong man suddenly punched Wu Fan's Mingmen! Although this move was blocked by Wu Fan as expected, it was a bit more embarrassing than before.
"Hahahaha... you finally have no strength, right?" The strong man felt proud and laughed: "No one who competes with the League of Heroes will end well! You losers! Give me some energy!"
After getting a chance to breathe, the strong man made a big move with his hand, and several rays of light rose from the ground, wrapping a layer of armor on the four people who were knocked unconscious by Mu Fengchun.
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Although Wu Fan had no use for him, Mu Fengchun was really upset because he could not improve the young man's dying condition no matter what.
But at this moment, the four figures who should have fallen into a coma stood up silently, startling Mu Fengchun.
"Lie down quietly and don't try to cause trouble for the little friend!" Mu Fengchun frowned and formed four mallets again, hitting the backs of the four people's heads.
Unfortunately, this time because they were protected by armor, they only swayed slightly, then stood firm again, and rushed towards Wufan together.
Although he couldn't see their faces, Mu Fengchun clearly noticed that the auras on their bodies were chaotic, and they were clearly under someone's control.
"What's the point of reacting quickly? I want to see how your two fists can defeat ten hands!" The strong man shouted sharply, condensed the scattered sparks on the ground into a hammer, and smashed it in front of Wu Fan.
Seeing that the escape route had been blocked by the four people who had arrived, Wu Fan also showed a meaningful smile.
"That's good, lest you say later that I have more people and bully others than others..."
As he said this, Wu Fan's right hand turned into a knife and struck the palm of his left hand, muttering something in his mouth!
"The knife in your hand is two inches long, and the door in your palm is open. Listen to my command. The kid is here!"
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Chapter 288: The knife stirs up the quagmire and generates anger. Wearing the silver armor, we are mighty.
