Zhang Zihao took a step forward, his eyes flashing with excitement.
Lu Fan waved his hand and asked him to retreat.
He could feel the deadly aura contained in this so-called Blood Cang Claw.
Zhang Zihao's desperate offensive will be firmly defeated by this thing, and he may even lose his life for it.
"Lu Fan, today I want you to realize what it means to be strong and strong, and every mountain is higher than the next!"
Leng Qianfeng's whole body was full of energy, and he clenched his claws tightly. The metal friction erupted with harsh sounds and sparks, and then he stretched out a finger and pointed at Lu Fan:
"These pair of bloody claws once crushed the heads of nineteen enemies for me!"
"Today, you are the twentieth, you must die for me!"
Leng Qianfeng roared angrily, his body flashed, and he waved his claws and slashed down on Lu Fan's face!
Instantly, the sound of breaking through the air was heard everywhere.
The Blood Cang Claw was so fast that it even let out a cry like a goshawk swooping down on its prey!
Everyone felt their necks tighten, as if they were really locked by a goshawk, and their brains fell into dizziness for a moment.
Many people present looked horrified. Is this the terrifying thing about Blood Cang Claw?
But then, they discovered that Lu Fan was motionless.
It was as if he couldn't move, and he stood there blankly, as if he was shaken by the roar.
Jiang He and Mu Kang's expressions changed drastically. They wanted to remind Lu Fan, but found that their bodies were out of control at all and they couldn't open their mouths at all...
At this moment, their situation is exactly the same as Lu Fan's, they can only be at the mercy of others.
The panic and anxiety on his face could not be concealed.
Leng Rushuang smiled contemptuously. Lu Fan was finished. As long as he was the first to be restrained by the roar of Xue Cang Claw, he would definitely die. There would be no chance of a comeback!
Leng Qianfeng laughed ferociously: "Lu Fan, remember, the person who killed you is me, Leng Qianfeng!"
The blood is coming!
Leng Rushuang and several Eagle Claw disciples were about to scream with excitement.
"Is that it?"
A contemptuous voice made Leng Qianfeng stunned for a moment.
There was a hint of sarcasm in this voice...and a hint of impatience.
Then, he saw Lu Fan walking up to him happily.
Slowly taking a step forward, he easily avoided his most powerful attack and stood in front of him.
Leng Qianfeng was stunned for a moment.
How could Lu Fan pass through his dense attack network without being affected at all and stand in front of him?
Did I miss something, or was the other party too strong?
"Snapped!"
Before Leng Qianfeng could think about it, he was slapped and sent flying out!
"boom!"
Leng Qianfeng's body shook, and he flew backwards several meters like a cannonball.
Before he landed, Lu Fan's figure was already following him like a ghost.
"Snapped!"
Another slap in the face, and Leng Qianfeng, who was about to turn over and fall to the ground, was whipped out again!
Blood and broken teeth sprayed in the air.
"The chief disciple of the Eagle Claw Sect, is this all you can do?"
"How dare these stinky fish and rotten shrimps come to my place to challenge me?"
Lu Fan smiled contemptuously and slapped Leng Qianfeng away again: "Did Hai Dongqing not tell you how Ouyang Che died?"
"Snap, snap, snap!"
A series of slaps sounded like firecrackers, all falling on Leng Qianfeng's face in the blink of an eye.
Shoot left and right!
Leng Qianfeng was so beaten that he never fell in the air. All the teeth in his mouth broke out, blood flowed across his face, and his entire face was deformed.
Next to Leng Rushuang were two other Eagle Claw disciples, their eyes filled with fear.
Leng Qianfeng was the chief disciple of the Eagle Claw Sect, half a master at the peak level, and had the blessing of the sect's treasure, Blood Cang Claw. How come Lu Fan didn't even have the ability to fight back after a few slaps?
This is absolutely impossible to underestimate the enemy!
If he had underestimated the enemy, he would have reacted long ago. How could he have been beaten like this? He was almost unrecognizable.
"Draft it! How dare you slap me...fuck..."
"Stop it! Otherwise I will kill you!"
"Fuck, don't fight. Should I draft? Don't fight!"
"I was wrong, I'm sorry, I was wrong, please let me go, please stop fighting, let me go..."
From shock at the beginning, to rage, to kneeling down to beg for mercy...
No one knows what kind of inner struggle Leng Qianfeng went through in this short period of time.
His facial features were almost indistinguishable, and they were crowded together by redness and swelling. He knelt on the ground and covered his face with his hands, and said miserably: "The two armies are fighting, and Buza came to envoy, but we are actually here to take our place."
Master, I am issuing a challenge to you..."
"War letter?"
Lu Fan sneered: "I didn't see the gauntlet, but the clown did see a few."
"Zihao, break the limbs of these four people, and then read the letter of battle!"
