De Bi, I'm coming for you.
Before Lawrence died, he seemed to have seen something. His hopeless expression relaxed and turned into relief. Then, he fell to the ground and dropped his cane. He lost his life completely.
But the remaining two Archmages retreated under Wang Luo's attack.
Although Wang Luo has a head of white hair, he is able to kill his way in and out as though he is invincible!
With a mental shield in his left hand and an imperial sword in his right, every time he walks past a place, he would kill all the local mages.
The four tanks were ready to move, but Wang Luo only used his mental power to turn the barrel of one of the tanks to aim at his comrade and fire.
The tank troops killed each other and very quickly, they became scrap metal.
Not long after, the troops that were sent over are almost all massacred.
Wang Luo carries a sword as though he is invincible.
Because too many mages have died, the mental suppression on Li Fan finally weakened.
He stood up again and pulled out his extraordinary great spear. Dragging it behind him, he also killed the enemies around him.
The two Archmages looked at each other and felt that they could not hold on any longer, so they decided to retreat first.
One Sword of China is enough of a headache, now there is another Martial Artist Li Fan, what should they do?
"Retreat."
The two Archmages finally gave the order to retreat, but there is almost no one left alive to carry out this order.
There are only two or three survivors left, and all of them are injured.
"Did you see your weakness?"
Wang Luo has a head of white hair. Different from the handsome man from before, the current him is as thin as a skeleton. Like a candle in the wind, it seems like he will die at any moment.
"Thank you …"
Li Fan looked at Wang Luo in front of him and was filled with emotions.
This man who did not look like a decent man, in order to save him, he almost lost his life.
"Don't pity me."
Wang Luo stared at him, "I did not become like this because I helped you! Everyone will die one day, this is my fate! But before my life ends, I need to find the next generation Sword of China! "
"Let me think about it …"
"If I have the time …"
Wang Luo sheathed her sword. "It's fate that we've met. Before I die, I'll at least help you train your spiritual power."
"You want me to cultivate with you?"
"More or less. I'll find someone to help you send this girl back to China. You and I will continue to stay abroad for a while. "
"Why?"
"The Holy War is currently being carried out in the country."
Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, "If you don't get rid of your shortcomings, you will still be targeted after you return to the country. If the British can discover it, so can they. "
"Alright …"
Li Fan agreed first. In order to increase his strength, it seemed like a good idea to train with Wang Luo for a while. He followed Wang Luo to the port, handed Shen Chen over to a friend of Wang Luo's and continued to stay in London with Wang Luo.
"Is it okay for us to stay here?"
Li Fan couldn't help but ask as he followed Wang Luo back to the small house.
"They think we've already returned to Huaxia."
Wang Luo chuckled. "I think that since they failed this time, they will probably choose to use diplomatic methods to force you to commit the crime."
"Diplomatic methods?"
"Yes, provide some kind of benefit to the country's higher-ups, and then extradite you abroad."
"I won't agree to that!"
"I've said it before, you have too many cases on you."
Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, "Just give you two cases and you'll become a notorious murderer. Unless you take over the Shang Fang sword, then no one has the right to hand it over to you, because you'll be the symbol of Huaxia! "
Wang Luo looked at the Shang Fang sword hanging on the wall. Although it was a sword left behind from the Han Dynasty, it was still well-preserved. The scabbard was even carved with a five-clawed golden dragon, vivid and lifelike.
"Where are you bringing me to train?"
Li Fan changed the topic.
"Rest for a night. I'll bring you to the Vatican tomorrow."
"Ah? Why are we going there? "
"The Pope there owes me a favor. It's time for him to repay the debt."
"Eh, how are we going to go there?"
Li Fan couldn't help but ask.
"You'll know tomorrow. Go to sleep first and conserve your energy."
Wang Luo pointed to the sofa in the living room and then returned to his room.
Li Fan didn't know what to say to him. He could only toss his body onto the sofa and recall the recent events.
After coming to England, it seemed like many things were messed up.
His phone was also taken away by Wang Luo. For the time being, he couldn't contact Lin Yueh-hsin and the rest. He hoped that they wouldn't worry about him.
Shen Chen should be able to return safely. Since he was Wang Luo's man, there shouldn't be any problems.
While Li Fan was fighting for his life in London, the Pugilistic World of Huaxia was also in turmoil.
Shaolin.
108 Arhats stood in the dojo outside. Each of them held a Arhat staff in their hands, and all of them were pointing at a young man standing in the middle.
"Amitabha!"
The Shaolin Abbot stood on the steps and looked at the young man who was surrounded by the formation. He couldn't help but recite the name of Buddha before asking.
"Almsgiver Li, we have no enmity in the past and no grievances today. Why do you want to kill my Shaolin disciple?"
The young man stood in the middle without saying a word. He just reached out and grabbed the bald head of a Shaolin Arhat beside him. His five fingers pierced through his skull.
Tiger claw.
"Amitabha … If that's the case, then let's let Almsgiver Li calm down first!"
The Abbot tapped the staff in his hand, "Arhat Formation!"
The remaining 107 Arhats moved together. Everyone followed the formation and walked in circles while waving their Arhat staffs to attack the young man!
However, the young man was unmoved. He didn't care if he was hit by the Arhat staffs. Every time he blocked the staffs, the monks he touched would be torn in half.
Soon, the young man was covered in wounds and many of the monks in the Arhat Formation were either injured or dead.
"Pa!"
12 monks suddenly stabbed out their Arhat staffs at the young man's body and lifted him into the air!
Before the young man could react, an Arhat had already jumped behind him and smashed his head with a staff!
"Amitabha …"
The Abbot couldn't help but tap the staff, his face full of shame.
But no matter what, Shaolin's crisis this time was finally resolved.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a dozen figures suddenly walked over from the opposite courtyard.
Each of these figures was wearing a special combat suit, and they all looked exactly the same.
The Abbot looked at them and sucked in a breath of cold air. No matter how strong his Buddhist heart was, he couldn't hold it in this time.
"Amitabha … No, unbelievable …"
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