Chapter 660: The Afterlife of the Shushan Swordsman?
Leng Arrow's eyes widened, and after rolling his head a few times, he looked in the direction of Zhuo Bufan, until he died, he didn't know what kind of immortal art Zhuo Bufan was, he and Zhuo Bufan were at least eight hundred meters away, and Zhuo Bufan relied on what to kill him.
The thorns and the black and white were both discolored at the same time.
"The heir of the Shushan Flying Sword?" Thorn only felt that her mouth was dry and her throat was dry, and for the first time she felt that death was so close to her.
Zhuo Bufan didn't even look at her, the dragon claw that Zhenyuan turned into was squeezed hard, and the claws as sharp as substance pierced the body of the thorns directly, crushing her heart.
The two trump cards of the Heavenly Court, the Thorns and the Bamboo Basket Boy, both died in the hands of Zhuo Bufan.
The black and white demons of hell have long been afraid, flying swords to kill, and killing the two trump cards of heaven, who dares to make a move against Zhuo Bufan?
"My lord, we are also here, we promise that we will never trouble your customers again in the future, and we hope that your Excellency will open up and let us go back. Heisha suddenly lowered his head and arched his hand.
Zhuo Bufan looked at him coldly, "You want to kill me, see that I am strong, and let us let you go, is there such a good thing in the world?"
The black body was black for a while, his pupils contracted slightly, and he suddenly took out two projectiles from his arms and threw them on the ground, the projectiles made two explosions, and suddenly a burst of black smoke appeared, enveloping everyone.
"Ice Emperor Rain Sword!" Zhuo Bufan said softly, and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword hovering in the sky seemed to understand Zhuo Bufan's words, making a buzzing sound, turning into a white meteor and leaving.
In a few breaths, the black and white people have already run three hundred meters away, Zhuo Bufan is really terrifying, I am afraid that even if all the people from hell are sent out, they are not Zhuo Bufan's opponents.
"What's wrong with you?" The running black sha was suddenly stunned, and saw the white sha beside him stunned in place.
Bai Sha lowered his head and there was an extra blood hole in his chest, Hei Sha's eyes widened, and suddenly a white light drilled out of his chest, and then was carried out by his back, and the two of them fell to the ground at the same time.
Hell, black and white!
Su Xiaoxiao, Mo Shi and the others were stunned and unbelievable.
Yin Shi and Yan Wei were also stunned, although Yan Wei had heard some secret rumors, Zhuo Bufan fought three magic masters on the top of the Li River, but after hearing it a hundred times, it was not as shocking as witnessing it once.
"If Heaven and Hell still dare to come, I will kill them as well. Zhuo Bufan put his hands behind his back, as if he had just patted the dust off his body.
The people around who came to participate in the auction now understand that it is no wonder that Zhuo Bufan dared to compete with Su Xiaoxiao Moshi for jade, this is confident, even the trump cards from heaven and hell were killed by him, who would dare to offend him?
Especially the flying sword just now that took the enemy's head at 800 meters, just like a mythical sword fairy, it was jaw-dropping.
Zhuo Bufan looked at Su Xiaoxiao and Master Mo, and said lightly: "What did you want to say about me just now?"
"No, nothing. The cold sweat on Mo Shi's forehead was like a waterfall, he lowered his head, he was sincerely afraid, and his heart was bitter, in the face of such a great power as Zhuo Bufan, what else did he dare to say?
Su Xiaoxiao has been pampered since she was a child, and her heart is extremely high, but at this moment, there is no shortage of people who dare to look at Zhuo Bufan, killing people is like stepping on ants to death, is this still an ordinary young man.
"Let's go. Zhuo Bufan looked at Yan Wei and said.
"Immortal Master, please ......" Master Yin became more and more respectful to Zhuo Bufan.
"Who is he?" Su Xiaoxiao frowned, always feeling that the name Zhuo Bufan was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it.
Master Mo sighed, although he lost a piece of jade, but fortunately he didn't offend Zhuo Bufan, otherwise, I'm afraid he would be dead now, looking at the back of Zhuo Bufan leaving, he muttered to himself: "Could it be that he is a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, otherwise how can he fly the sword?"
"Miss Su, it's better not to provoke such a person. Master Mo muttered.
Zhuo Bufan refined all the spiritual energy in the spirit stone, and then began to sit cross-legged on the bed to cultivate, and the wound in his chest that was hit by the bullet began to heal continuously at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Aircraft and tanks Zhuo Bufan is not afraid now, after all, it is a weapon of mass destruction, even if the American Falcon, Boeing and other supersonic fighters equipped with cruise positioning armor-piercing shells, as long as Zhuo Bufan hides in the city, these fighters will never dare to fire at the city.
But a weapon like the one used by the snipers of the Heavenly Court today, targeted killing, is still very threatening to him.
It is now the twenty-first world, and although the technology on the earth is hundreds of times different from other technological planets, some superpowers may have secretly developed various weapons to deal with superpowers, martial arts, and spells.
Otherwise, the reason why the martial arts world and the magic world are shrinking now is because they are suppressed by the nuclear weapons and other weapons of the big powers.
"I have to find the location of the fallen dragon as soon as possible, only by constantly plundering the resources of cultivation can I recover my peak cultivation without fear of the threat of nuclear weapons. Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth.
Following.
Zhuo Bufan rejected Yan Wei's arrangement, and directly left Yang City to prepare to go to Harbin City in Critical Yang City, where the Su family was in Harbin City, a city known as the Oriental Ice and Snow City.
Small snowflakes fell slowly, like beautiful silver butterflies dancing in the air. The weather is exceptionally cold, and it is just autumn in other places, but here it is already like a harsh winter.
"Ye Zi, I'm in Harbin City, where are you?" Zhuo Bufan made a call to Ye Ziqin.
"Are you here? I'm playing here with a few juniors of the Su family at the Gnas Red Winery, so you can take a taxi yourself." ”
Hanging up the phone, Zhuo Bufan took a taxi, "Master, go to the Genus Red Winery." ”
The master glanced at him, "Young man, aren't you cold in these clothes?
Zhuo Bufan nodded, and sure enough, the taxi drivers everywhere were very talkative.
"Gnas Red Winery is the most famous red winery in our city, and the people who come and go there are high-end people in society, so you look like you're going to work, right?"
Zhuo Bufan didn't deny it, he usually didn't care what brand he wore, as long as he was comfortable to wear, so the taxi master looked at him definitely not like a 'high-end person' who went to taste red wine.
When I came to the red winery, I was built from a 19th-century European garden castle, and there was a crystal clear, about five meters high goddess ice sculpture at the door, stretching transparent wings about two meters long, which was shocking.
This ice sculpture alone is estimated to cost hundreds of thousands, and it is actually placed at the door as an ornament, which shows that the specifications here are so high, and it is not a place for ordinary people to come.
At the gate stood several bodyguards in royal uniforms. Seeing Zhuo Bufan break in, one of them stopped, "Sir, our red winery is only open to members, please show your membership card." ”
"I don't have a membership card, but my wife is in it. Zhuo Bufan said calmly. "Heh, this kid likes to joke too much, and said that his wife is inside?" Walking next to Zhuo Bufan, a man with a big belly and a fat head laughed.