Li Fan grabbed the face of a man with a ghost mask with his left hand. He used his tiger claws to break his mask and then his head.
On the other side, the man with a ghost mask pulled out a small katana and stabbed at Li Fan's ribs!
He was indeed a master at the peak of perfection, especially an assassin. His saber technique was very powerful. However, Li Fan just gave a muffled groan. The silver needle in his right arm immediately flew out and was nailed between the eyebrows of the man with a ghost mask.
The man with a ghost mask fell to the ground and died. Neither of them could escape from Li Fan's hands alive.
Li Fan had always been friendly to his international friends. But since they were here to make trouble, he would not be polite to them.
"You snatched my kill."
Murong Ying complained unhappily.
"F * ck, Miss, you have to collect the kill by yourself, okay?"
"Humph, you also liked to snatch my kill when we were playing LOL in the past."
Murong Ying recalled the past. "You also snatched my kill in reality! You're a competitive man! "
"…"
Li Fan suddenly did not know how to defend himself. Meanwhile, Murong Ying had killed the rest of the men with ghost masks.
Seeing the 12 Men of Sacrifice whom he had trained painstakingly die in the blink of an eye, Old Mo's lips trembled.
"No, it's impossible …"
Old Mo could not believe his eyes. He stared at Murong Ying and asked, "Who, who on earth are you?"
"I'm Murong Ying, the Chief of Wulin."
Murong Ying directly told him her name. She stretched out two fingers and pointed at Old Mo. "I can't pretend that I didn't hear what you said just now."
"Impossible!"
Old Mo did not believe it. "How could the Chief of Wulin be a little girl like you!"
"Are you looking down on my age or my gender?"
Murong Ying raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Little girl! Don't brag. Go to hell! "
As Old Mo spoke, another figure suddenly flew out from his back.
This figure was very ghostly, like a phantom. In the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Murong Ying.
The figure had no hands. At the ends of its palms were two long swords. It slashed towards Murong Ying!
He was so fast that even Murong Ying couldn't see him clearly. But for Murong Ying, she didn't need to see it clearly at all.
Only the weakest martial artists needed to use their eyes to see.
Murong Ying flicked the two swords away with two fingers. At the same time, Murong Ying lifted her leg and kicked the figure.
Bang!
This guy flew out, but as Old Mo pulled him back with both hands, he stabilized himself in the air.
As the light shone on him, Murong Ying finally saw that he was not a human, but a puppet in disguise.
The puppet seemed to be made in the shape of a woman. Between its legs, there was a sponge-like thing.
"F * ck …"
Li Fan saw everything clearly from below, "This old fart took out his inflatable doll and used it as a weapon!"
"Hahaha … It's time for you to die!"
After a moment of panic, Old Mo seemed to be a little excited.
"You're the president of Wulin. That's great. After killing you, our Fledgling Plan will be one step closer to our goal!"
Old Mo was so happy that his hands seemed to be entangled with many transparent silk threads.
"Corpse Stitching Skill?"
This idea floated in Li Fan's mind!
He swung his hands, and more silk threads flew out. The twelve ghost masked men who were killed, once again stood up coyly, bringing with them a very strange aura.
"Corpse Stitching Skill? Isn't this the lost kung fu of the Devil Cult? "
Murong Ying also recognized this kung fu.
"Hahaha … Yes, you're right. I didn't stay here for nothing … "
As Old Mo spoke, he controlled the 12 men with ghost masks and the multi-purpose puppets he made, and they all pounced on Murong Ying.
"Amitabha … Do you need help, president?"
Puti asked with some concern, but Li Fan patted him on the shoulder.
"Dude, those who steal people's lives are all dogs."
"Huh?"
Puti obviously didn't understand, but Murong Ying had already launched another attack!
As the president of Murong, she still stepped on the railing and opened her hands. From her palms, pieces of cherry blossom petals flew out.
Turning illusion into reality!
"What the …"
Old Mo was dumbfounded. "The legendary Martial Arts Realm was really used today?"
And it was a little girl?
These cherry blossom petals directly penetrated the bodies of the men with ghost masks, tore them apart in the air, and cut off the silk threads that Old Mo used to control his puppets.
"Damn it …"
Old Mo couldn't sit still anymore, and the disgusting smile on his face disappeared.
"What's wrong? Don't you feel proud?"
Murong Ying looked down at Old Mo in the wheelchair.
"Damn it … How can you be so powerful!"
Old Mo looked a little dull, "Has the martial arts of Huaxia … surpassed so much … No, since you're the president of Wulin, you must be the most powerful in Huaxia!"
"Sorry, I also want to be the most powerful in Huaxia."
Murong Ying shrugged her shoulders, "Unfortunately, there's always someone better than you. There are too many people who are more powerful than me in Huaxia. "
"That's absolutely impossible …"
Old Mo didn't believe Murong Ying at all, and his eyes suddenly fell on Li Fan.
"That person is your man, right? I'd like to see whether you have the courage to kill your man!"
As Old Mo said, he suddenly ejected invisible silk threads, which instantly bound Li Fan.
"What?"
Li Fan was a little surprised to see that his hands didn't listen to him and moved twice.
"Hahaha! You're my puppet now! "
"Damn it, how can I do that?"
Looking at Old Mo's complacent smile, Li Fan immediately curled his lips, "I don't want to be your puppet. It's so disgusting!"
"It's not up to you!"
Old Mo said arrogantly, "My corpse-stitching skill is unparalleled in the world! No matter how powerful you are, once you've been hit by this skill, you have to obey my orders obediently! "
As he said, Old Mo controlled Li Fan and made Li Fan jump up. Using Lightness Skill, he landed on the second floor and stood in front of his fiancée.
"Okay."
Murong Ying didn't care, "I'll chop off your head first, and then this Japanese old man."
"Damn it, calm down! I'm your fiancée! "
Li Fan broke out in a cold sweat, while Old Mo burst into laughter. "Hahahaha, stupid Chinaman, go and kill each other!"
As he said, he controlled Li Fan and made Li Fan attack Murong Ying!
However, Li Fan didn't move even a bit when Old Mo activated the silk threads.
"What?"
Old Mo was very surprised that his corpse-stitching skill didn't work?
How could it be!
"Old man, have you had enough fun?"
Li Fan lowered his voice and seemed to be a little unhappy, "It's my turn, right?"
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