Chapter 120 Battle!

"I don't know if Qi Dao Poison doctor has the disease of cure your girlfriend?"

"Half the chance!"

The scholar is a sword from the beginning to the end of the words.

"That condition is very serious!" Chen Fanfan roughly sorted out.

"Because Qi Dao Poisonian has a high charge, you have received the task of black nets to get a certain amount of money?"

"Yes!" The scholar had a sword and asked for a truth.

In fact, he washed his hands in the golden basin, and no longer participated in anything in this area, and lived a peaceful life.

However, it is not as good as everyone's wish. His girlfriend has a strange disease and has to go out of the mountain again.

Chen Wufan shook his head and smiled hard.

For people, 99 % of people are turned around for money.

Opening your eyes to wake up is survival, livelihood, life ...

No money, it is difficult to do, because everything needs it.

Eating, drinking, Lasa, clothing, food, food, housing, and transportation, which is the same to open money?

Like a scholar, when your loved ones are urgently needed to use money, you can't take it out, and you are anxious to turn around. That feeling is the most irritable and most worried.

People who do not have similar experiences will never understand, and they will not experience it.

"Ask another question, I want to know how much is the task of haunting my black net now?"

"Three million!"

"There are really a lot." Chen Wufan smiled.

"I'm going to do it, I won't be merciful for Xiaoyun."

Xiaoyun should be the name of a scholar's sword girlfriend.

"Understand!"

"Start." The scholar's sword was lingering, murderous, and a terrible pressure spread.

The invisible aura spread, and the leaves around the leaves rang.

Even though the retreat was retired for three or four years, the power of the scholar's sword did not go backwards.

Chen Fanfan's hands were carrying, seemingly dull as water, but in fact, he was ready.

"Yeah!" The scholar took the initiative to attack, barely fist.

Don't think that the scholar will only use a sword, and the fist kung fu is not bad.

And the strength is absolutely more than the first six.

You come and go, you ca n’t get friends, you are like a ghost, and you are erratic.

The movement speed is as fast as lightning.

The last second was still under the big tree, and the next second was 100 meters away.

Chen Fanfan was so hearty, so unhappy.

They are everywhere in the air, on the ground, trees, and everywhere.

Five minutes later, Chen Wufan seized a chance to attack, domineering and violent, so that the opponent was unavoidable and flashed.

The scholar has only a hard connection, and the two palms are opposite.

"Bang!" A sound sounded, and the explosion sounded around the two.

It seems like buried dense mines.

"Well!" The scholar had a sword backward three steps, his face changed, and finally couldn't help spitting out a bite of blood.

"After the fist is over, let me see how your sword method is." Chen Wufan stood upright and said lightly.

"Everyone who has seen my sword died." The scholar was sword, but this sentence was full of infinite pride.

"We are the battle of life and death, isn't it?"

"Yes!" The scholar no longer hid, pumping around his waist, and a soft sword appeared in his hands.

As soon as you move, make a unique voice.

"Soft sword? Interesting."

"What about your weapon?"

"I don't need a weapon." Chen Wufan shrugged.

No weapon, it does not mean not.

Chen Fufan got a Xuanyuan sword in the tomb some time ago, and he was also very proficient in swordsmanship.

There is no need to use a sword to deal with the scholar.

No matter how you carry it.

"Take a trick."

There is a sword in hand, which is the peak of scholars' sword, the strongest moment.

The sword is in hand, I have the world.

With a sword, I feel that his whole person's temperament has changed.

More than before, the murderous is more than several times more than several times.

If it wasn't for the elegant appearance, he even thought he was a devil, his hands were covered with blood, and he was carrying countless life.

The scholar was moved, and the speed was much faster than just now.

Chen Wufan was shocked, his toes were dotted, and his shape retired.

A sword is only less than ten centimeters away from the throat. The two are in the air and retreat.

The scholar is a sword, and the name is not famous!

He had taken advantage of the wind and turned to the Qiankun to become the initiative.

Chen Fanfan flipped up and down, kicking the opponent's wrist.

The scholar's sword changed the soft sword change, and brushed a few consecutive moves.

Quick and urgent, fine and cruel!

The myth of a scholar is broken.

The so -called scholar has a sword, a sword kills one person, and there is no need to have a second trick.

However, he made a mistake today.

The two of them landed, and the scholar faded a sword, no longer Ling Li.

"I lost!" The scholar said with a sword.

"You haven't lost yet."

"The name of the scholar one sword, I am not worthy of having it, and a sword failed to succeed, so it means that my name is existed."

"Furthermore, I can see that you still suppress Xiu Yi. If you don't guess, you have already crossed the innate nine."

Chen Wufan did not admit it, nor did he deny it.

"I have handed in my hands with the innate nine people. When I see the world, you are better than him, and he is dead."

"Although I had speculative ingredients at the time, he died under my sword, but it was real."

Is this showing off?

The scholar's sword used to kill the innate nine ancient martial arts, which was incredible.

Scary!

"I'm leaving, do you have to do it?" The scholar coughed again.

"Forget it, let's go!" Chen Wufan didn't plan to kill him.

Not afraid! But because of appreciation, it can also be said to appetite.

From the first side he saw, Chen Wufan felt very pleasing to the eye.

Don't think about crooked, Chen Fanfan is not that ... Comrade.

If you want to kill, the scholar will die today without a living.

"Thank you!" The scholar thanked. Thanks.

As soon as his face changed, he coughed violently, quickly took out a white handkerchief in his arms and covered his mouth, spit out a bite of blood.

"The lung meridian is damaged, and I will do less in the future." Chen Wufan reminded.
To be continued...