Chapter 1902: The power of the short gun

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The moment when the short gun was taken out, Yan Qingshan's complexion couldn't help but change suddenly.
Although the short gun was unremarkable, he felt a very strong sense of uneasiness from the short gun.
This feeling is very funny, very abrupt, but it is so real.
"This child is really too weird, and must be determined quickly, without giving him any chance." Yan Qingshan thought indifferently, catalyzing the speed of king-level martial arts.
Under the urge of his madness, the pressure of the sky diffused, just like the sky.
Under that prestige, it seemed that the breeze felt the uneasiness, the prohibition appeared, and they dared not approach.
Above the sky, there was even a gloom of darkness.
Wang Fan's face did not change much. He held a short gun and exhaled deeply. Then, he aroused the terrible killing breath inside.
In an instant, a very strong suction emerged again, and just in an instant, he twitched the spirit within him.
At the same time, the terrifying and terrifying killer spread out, and in an instant, Yan Qingshan was firmly locked.
At this moment, Yan Qingshan's face changed drastically, which urged half of the gestures and suddenly stopped, his whole body stiff in the air.
In his eyes looking at Wang Fan, there was a strong fear.
This is also the first time that fear has surfaced since he faced Wang Fan.
He felt as if he had been locked in death, and his whole body was bound by an invisible big hand, so he didn't dare to move.
As if just moving, the horrible and unthinkable killer would come suddenly, and wipe him out to pieces in a flash.
"How could this monk from the Dragon-Austrian Empire be so horrible, how could the magic weapon means be so against the sky, who is he?"
Yan Qingshan was thrilled!
His entire body had oozed out fine cold sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe it at all.
In front of that terrible killing, he felt like an ant.
"You forced me. Originally, I didn't intend to use this short gun, but you forced me to use it."
"But that's fine. After getting this short gun, it's the first time that I will fight against the enemy. Today, I will show you how powerful it is."
Wang Fan said indifferently, the short gun in his hand burst out.
In an instant, the terrifying killing power seemed to be cathartic, and madly roared towards Yan Qingshan.
"Want to kill me, it's not that easy!" Yan Qingshan also changed his face wildly, he burned his blood frantically, and madly urged the king-level martial arts.
At this moment, he could not care so much, not resisting, or dying, as opposed to madly resisting.
Under the mad burning of Yan Qingshan's blood, the Wang-level martial arts were soon completely condensed.
The monstrous terror breathed out, and he threw the fan out with a big shake of his hand.
The feather fan was tossed out, rising up against the wind in an instant, rolling up a powerful coercion, and swept towards the sky.
However, although the power of his fan curled up is powerful, but in front of the terrible killing power of the short gun, it is like the gap between fireflies and Haoyue.
In a violent loud noise like a heavenly prestige, the power raised by the feather fan was completely defeated in an instant. That terrifying killing power directly rolled over Yan Qingshan's body.
Kaka Kaka.
Several low-pitched loud noises came, and Yan Qingshan's defenses condensed on the surface of the body were like the fragile paper, but they all collapsed in less than one breath.
He let out an unwilling roar in his mouth, and the whole person had been completely torn apart by the killing power, turning into scumbag.
The killing power dissipated, and Yan Qingshan was no longer there. Not to mention the bones, there was no point in the blood.
He seemed to be swallowed by the whole person, leaving nothing in this world.
Wang Fan looked at the completely annihilated Yan Qingshan, his figure was also a sway, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground.
He quickly took out a lot of immortality medicine and swallowed it into the mouth. After a little recovery, he forced himself to climb up weakly and quickly left here.
The storm caused by the fighting here was so intense that he was afraid that he would attract other monks.
Once a monk comes, he will definitely die.
When he left, Wang Fan had some pity, that Yan Qingshan's space ring was also wiped out. Otherwise, if he can get Yan Qingshan's ring, there will certainly be no small gains.
However, Wang Fan just thought about it.
Because if he didn't use the short gun before, I am afraid that it wasn't Yan Qingshan who died, but Wang Fan.
After Wang Fan flashed for thousands of kilometers, he jumped onto the spaceship and galloped toward the distance.
Wang Fan, who had eaten a lesson, ran hundreds of miles this time before stopping.
He used a shadow knife to open a cave with difficulty, then drilled into it.
It didn't take long for Wang Fan to leave the battlefield, and dozens of monks arrived here.
These ten monks, except that one person's strength reached the first floor of the king's realm, the rest of the monks' strength is on the ninth floor.
Among those ninth-level monks, there was a stun.
At this moment, they couldn't help but stare blankly at the ruined messy area in front of them, and there was horror in their eyes.
What level of powerful terrorist battle can provoke such power? They simply couldn't imagine it.
Tu Yimao's face was even paler, and there were two lines of tears in his eyes when his heart was shaking.
He didn't think Wang Fan had made such a terrible storm damage.
In his view, it is certainly the sixth floor of that king's realm that can spur such power. And Wang Fan, most of them have a bad ending, even ...
He couldn't bear to think anymore.
"Brother Wang Fan, you can rest assured that I will swear by a spear, if I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely investigate the real murderer and avenge you for your hatred."
Tu Yimao clenched his fists, clenched his teeth, and secretly vowed.
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After Wang Fan entered the cave, he endured the weakness to arrange countless hidden enchantments, and then grabbed the best spirit stone to recover.
Fortunately, Tu Yi spear gave him 5,000 Needling Spirit Stones, otherwise, he wanted to recover in a short period of time, which was really unlikely.
It took him more than a month and consumed more than 2,000 top-quality spirit stones before completely recovering to the peak.
This is because he has the best spirit stone, if he does not have the best spirit stone, I am afraid that the recovery time will be longer.
Wang Fan slowly opened his eyes, but still had some lingering fear.
This short gun, although powerful, can consume the aura too terribly.
The last time he tested his power, he didn't feel this way, but this time, he really felt it.
More than two thousand superb spirit stones, if used for cultivation ...
Whenever Wang Fan thought of this place, he felt a sense of flesh pain.
"Counting the time, it should be the day to go out, I have to go to the location of the teleportation quickly, otherwise I miss it, I am afraid it will be difficult to leave the Sanhuang Temple."
Wang Fan murmured and got up and left the cave.
In the place where the teleportation array is located, Tu Yimao and more than a dozen people sat here, waiting for the teleportation array to open.
The day when the teleport is open, there is only one day. If it is missed, it will be difficult to get out again.
Tu Yi spear, meditating with his eyes closed, his eyes swept away from time to time, and his inner sadness became more and more intense.
Although he had already anticipated Wang Fan's ending, he was reluctant to believe it.
In his heart, there is always a thought.
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