Chapter 1825: Let go of my son

"Are you crazy?"
"Let me apologize?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"I am the Acting Archbishop of the Temple of the Bright Alliance! My father is the Cardinal! It's up to you? Ha ha... something beyond your control!"
"Dare you hit me just now?"
"Reversed! Really reversed! Are you so lawless now?"
"I won't clean up you today, I will write the three words upside down!"
The Duanmu wolf who was wearing a light blue robe roared, and his complexion became hazy.
As a man of the temple, there is a backing behind him, he has always been rampant.
At this moment, seeing the stomach of Fang Fan on his body makes him feel indifferent.
Unless Fang Fan is a figure at the level of a gold rank leader, he will not have any fear at all!
"You just slapped me!"
"You kneel down! Admit your mistakes! Admit your mistakes to me!"
"Kneel down!"
Duanmulang's eyes widened, he immediately twitched his saber on his waist, and slashed towards Fang Fan's head...
"court death."
Fang Fan squinted his eyes, the killing intent in his eyes broke out again, and then he lifted the knife and dropped it, directly cutting off his knife's arm!
This Duan Timber Wolf is actually not low-level, and also has an intermediate quasi-sage cultivation base. It belongs to the same level as Fang Fan, but it is relatively awkward. It has never put Fang Fan in his eyes. It is normal to receive heavy injuries under the care operating.
"what……"
"my hand……"
"Whirring whirring……"
"pain……"
"Damn! You are crazy! Do you dare to hurt me!"
Duan Mulang, the deputy fourth-rank acting archbishop of the Temple of Light Alliance, stared wide in disbelief, then looked viciously at Fang Fan, wishing to swallow Fang Fan on the spot.
Fang Fan muttered to himself, then silently took out the four-star holy sword, and then directly placed it on the neck of Duanmu Wolf.
"I said, I apologize, slap a hundred slaps, and compensate 100,000 star cores. This matter can only end!"
"I will ask you one last time, are you willing to follow this step or not?"
"If you are willing to live, if you don't want to die, it's that simple!"
Fang Fan took the holy sword and moved back and forth on this Duanmu wolf's neck, and a puff of blood slowly shot out...
The deputy fourth-rank acting archbishop Duan Wood Wolf of the Temple of the Light Alliance gradually panicked...
The sense of fear gradually increased in my heart, and the cold sweat on my forehead could not help but seep out...
"presumptuous!"
"Fang Fan! What are you doing!"
"Quickly let go of my son!"
In the distance, a figure flew over, and then made a violent shout.
Fang Fan squinted his eyes and glanced, a look of stunned expression appeared on his face...
He saw Duanmuding...He had been grudges with him before, and he wanted to suppress his existence just now in the temple of the priesthood...
This really surprised Fang Fan.
According to what he said, this young man in a pale blue robe is his son?
Fang Fan narrowed his eyes silently, feeling more and more interesting.
"Father... Father, save me!"
"My father! He...he wants to kill me!"
"My father... hurry... hurry and save me!"
Seeing the arrival of his father Duanmuding, Duanmulang immediately danced with excitement, then took a deep breath, excitedly made a cry for help, the light in his eyes flashed faster and faster, and the sense of excitement suddenly increased.
He felt the moment of death just now...
The cold holy sword touched the neck, and if it was careless, it was completely cold...