1050 Little Overlord Army
Derby, I'm coming for you.
Before Lawrence died, he seemed to see something. His desperate expression relaxed into relief, and then he fell to the ground, his cane falling aside, completely lifeless.
But the remaining two magic gods retreated under Wang Luo's attack.
Although Wang Luo had white hair, he was able to kill seven in and seven out, as if he was in a deserted place!
He held a mental shield in his left hand and Shang Fang's sword in his right hand. Every time he walked through a place, he would kill all the local magicians.
The four tanks were ready to move, but Wang Luo just used his mental power to turn the barrel of one of the tanks, pointed it at his companions, and fired directly.
The tank troops killed each other and were soon reduced to scrap metal.
It didn't take long before most of the troops sent were slaughtered.
Wang Luo was carrying a sword, as if he were in a deserted place.
Because there were too many magicians killed and injured, Li Fan's mental suppression finally weakened.
He also stood up again, pulled out his extraordinary gun, dragged it behind him, and also killed the enemies around him.
The two Dharma Gods took one look at each other and felt that they could not hold on to this situation, so they decided to retreat first.
One Sword of China is enough of a headache, but now there is another martial artist Li Fan, what can we do
"retreat."
The two Dharma Gods finally gave the order to retreat, but almost no one could live to carry out the order.
There were only two or three survivors left, and all of them were injured.
"Do you see your weakness?"
Wang Luo had white hair. Unlike the handsome man before, he was now as thin as a bone, like a candle in the wind, and seemed to die here at any time.
"Thank you… "
Li Fan looked at Wang Luo in front of him and was filled with emotion.
This man, who never looked serious, almost risked his life in order to save himself.
"Don't pity me."
Wang Luo's eyes widened, "I didn't become like this just to help you! Everyone is destined to die, this is my fate! But before my life ends, I need to find the next generation of the Sword of China!"
"Let me think about it again..."
"If there is that time..."
Wang Luo put the sword back, "It's fate that we all meet each other. Before I die, I will at least help you exercise your mental strength."
"Do you want me to practice with you?"
"Almost, this girl, I will find someone to help you send her back to China. You and I will continue to stay abroad for a while."
"Why?"
"There is a jihadist plan going on in the country."
Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, "If you don't get rid of your shortcomings, you will be targeted after you return to China. If the British can find it, they can also find it."
"All right… "
Li Fan agreed first. In order to enhance his strength, it seemed good to train with Wang Luo for a while. He followed Wang Luo to the port, handed Shen Chen to a friend of Wang Luo, and then stayed in London with Wang Luo.
"Is it okay if we continue to stay here?"
Li Fan followed Wang Luo back to the small room where he was before and couldn't help but ask.
"They thought we had returned to China."
Wang Luo chuckled, "I think if they failed this time, they will choose to use diplomacy to force you to commit the crime."
"Diplomacy?"
"Yes, provide some kind of benefit to the country's top leaders, and then extradite you abroad."
"I won't agree to it!"
"I told you, you have too many cases."
Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, "If I tell you two things at random, you will become a notorious murderer. Unless you receive Shang Fang's sword, then no one has the right to hand it over to you, because you will be a symbol of China!" "
Wang Luo looked at Shang Fang's horse-killing sword hanging on the wall. Although it was a sword left over from the Han Dynasty, it was still well preserved. The scabbard was also carved with a five-clawed golden dragon, which was lifelike.
"Where are you taking me to exercise?"
Li Fan dropped the topic.
"Have a night's rest and I'll take you to the Vatican tomorrow."
"Huh? What are you doing there?"
"The pope there owes me a favor, and it's time for him to repay his debt."
"Uh, how do we get there?"
Li Fan couldn't help but question.
"You'll know tomorrow. Go to sleep first and recharge your batteries."
Wang Luo pointed to the sofa in the living room, and then went back to his room.
Li Fan didn't know what to say to him. He could only throw his body on the sofa and recall the recent events.
When I came to the UK, many things seemed to be messed up.
Wang Luo also took away his mobile phone, and he could not contact Lin Yuexian and the others for the time being. He hoped that they would not worry about him.
Shen Chen should be able to go back safely. Since he is Wang Luo's person, there should be no problem.
While Li Fan was working hard in London, the Chinese world was also in turmoil.
Shaolin.
One hundred and eight Arhats stood in the dojo outside, each holding an Arhat stick in their hands, all pointing at a young man standing in the center.
"Amitabha!"
The Shaolin abbot stood on the steps, looking at the young man surrounded in the formation, and couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name, and then asked.
"Donor Li, we had no enmity in the past and we have no injustice today. Why did you want to hurt my Shaolin disciple's life?"
The young man stood in the middle without saying a word. He just stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the bald head of a Shaolin Arhat next to him, and pierced his head with five fingers.
Tiger Claw.
"Amitabha... In that case, let's let Donor Li calm down first!"
The abbot tapped the Zen staff in his hand and said, "Arhat Formation!"
The remaining one hundred and seven Arhats started moving together. According to the formation, everyone walked in circles while waving Arhat sticks to attack the boy!
But the young man was unmoved. He didn't care at all whether he was hit by Arhat sticks. Every time he held these sticks, he tore the monks he encountered into two halves.
Soon, the young man was covered with scars, and many of the monks in the Arhat formation were also killed and injured.
"Snapped!"
Twelve monks suddenly poked out Arhat sticks at the young man's body, and lifted him into the air!
Before the boy could react, an Arhat jumped behind him and smashed the boy's head with a stick!
"Amitabha..."
The abbot couldn't help but knock his Zen staff, his face full of shame.
But no matter what, the crisis in Shaolin was finally resolved.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a dozen figures suddenly walked over from the opposite yard.
Each of these dozen figures is wearing a special combat uniform and they all look exactly the same.
The abbot glanced at them and took a breath. No matter how high the Buddha's heart is, he can't hold it back this time.
"Amitabha... No, it's unbelievable..."