Chapter 3832: You don't lose

"Hehe, I can still control my desires, the deity looks down on you, go to hell!"
Just as Wang Fan frowned, a jealous laugh suddenly came out, and in the next second, a dark shadow suddenly rushed out from not far away.
A huge pair of scissors stirred the air and made a sniffing sound, killing Wang Fan at an extremely fast speed.
When Wang Fan's expression changed, he immediately realized that he had encountered a real opponent.
The momentum of this black shadow's action, and the fierce killing intent, are by no means comparable to those ordinary ninth-layer cultivators of the Immortal Venerable.
This is definitely an enchanting character on the Immortal Venerable List, even more powerful than the evil immortal he has encountered in the past.
The huge cut mang had already torn the air in an instant, and cut it directly towards Wang Fan. The momentum was as if it were about to cut everything in front of him.
Wang Fan didn't dare to hesitate at all. He gathered his whole body strength, and the dark long knife in his hand slashed an arc in mid-air and slashed directly towards the cut light.
At the same time, his figure began to retreat quickly.
Boom!
With a deep explosion, the scissors had already hit the long knife in an instant. Wang Fan only felt a strong attack, and his figure instantly fell to the rear at a faster speed.
At the same time, he only felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, and a blood sword spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably.
Wang Fan's figure retreated several thousand feet, and this was enough to stabilize his footsteps.
However, soon he was pleasantly surprised.
Because under the tremendous power of the scissors, the jet black long knife stuck to him unexpectedly dropped to the ground.
This is what Wang Fan never dreamed of.
You know, he tried countless ways before, and he couldn't get rid of the jet black long knife.
Wang Fan did not look at the lacquered long knife that fell on the ground, but at the monk in front of him.
This is a thin, black-faced monk with sharp eyes and constant flashing. He is obviously a sinister and cunning man.
This guy is nothing more than insidious and cunning, but the strength is still so strong, obviously a stunning beauty that is extremely difficult to deal with.
The thin black-faced cultivator saw Wang Fan just falling off his long knife and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. He also couldn't help but let out a horror.
As he said, he looked at the long knife again, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes, "There is also this magic weapon, which was not shattered by my scissors. Yes, it is really good."
When Wang Fan saw the black-faced monk's expression, there was a flash of light in his mind. Then he glanced at the long knife that fell on the ground with some dismay, then looked at the black-faced monk and asked, "Who are you? Attack me?"
The black-faced monk said with a smile, "Sneak attack? The deity likes sneak attack. Why, do you have an opinion?"
His eyes were very disdainful, "Don't look at the long knife, now he is the deity's."
"Seeing that you can take a blow to the deity without dying, the deity will spare you a dog's life today. Get out of here."
Wang Fan was angry in his heart, but he suppressed it with all his might.
He didn't speak, but suddenly dodged and rushed directly at the long knife that fell to the ground.
The black-faced cultivator saw that Wang Fan wanted to get the magic weapon back, so he sneered and sneered, "Looking for death!"
As he said, the scissors in his hand had been swung out again, slashing towards Wang Fan frantically.
At the same time, he also stepped forward and rushed towards the long knife.
When Wang Fan saw this scene, he sneered in his heart, but on the surface he made a horrified look and began to step back.
The terrifying scissors blasted on the ground not far away, and directly cut a trench of tens of thousands of feet.
When Wang Fan looked at the horrible gully, his heart was even more shocked.
This guy is really strong!
The black-faced monk ignored Wang Fan. Instead, he held the scissors in his right hand and grabbed the long knife with his left hand.
Wang Fan stared at the black-faced monk's expression closely. He wanted to see if this guy would be affected by the long sword.
However, he soon became happy.
Because he found that the black-faced monk's complexion instantly changed, becoming even more black as the bottom of a pot.
He flicked the long knife with his left hand vigorously, as if he wanted to discard it, but he couldn't do it at all.
After discovering this scene, he looked at Wang Fan fiercely, with murderous intent on his body, "Asshole, you count me?"
"Calculate you? You count as a fart!" Wang Fan sneered. In the next second, he had already grabbed the Primordial Excalibur and killed it towards the black-faced monk.
He is a very vengeful person. This guy counts on himself and makes himself vomit blood. How can he just let it go?
The Primordial Divine Sword rolled up a horrible blade light in mid-air and slashed it towards the black-faced monk.
Wang Fan was not polite at all, and directly displayed the three consecutive cuts of the gods.
"You, you still hide your strength? You're looking for death!" The black-faced cultivator noticed the power of the Heavenly God's three consecutive cuts, and was furious in an instant.
His left hand was firmly suppressing the long knife, while his right hand had already sacrificed the scissors, and once again a pair of scissors cut towards Wang Fan.
The huge cut light covered the sky and the sun, and even the heavens and the earth seemed to be shattered, and it was instantly split on the sword light that was torn out by the ancient divine sword.
The rumble of explosions continued to spread, but this time, the black-faced monk did not get to the top, but fell back.
"Incomparable, even you dare to attack the young master, and the young master sees that you are the one who will kill you." Wang Fan sneered, not giving the black-faced cultivator a chance to breathe, and again attacked with the sword.
The black-faced monk retreated madly by the shock, even though he was already desperately resisting it with scissors.
But under the influence of the long sword, his attacking power is far less than before, and his strength can't be displayed at 70%.
At this moment, he was almost vomiting blood.
He didn't think that he just wanted an eight-layer ant in Yin, but he was forced to such a point now.
Wang Fan slashed several swords continuously, but he couldn't kill the black-faced monk at all, and he couldn't even severely wound him.
He immediately realized that he wanted to kill this guy is not an easy task.
If it were in other places, Wang Fan would definitely display all his hole cards at all costs to kill this guy, but he didn't dare to be here.
First, this area is a bit weird. He is afraid that he will be injured and encounter danger.
Second, he was afraid that he would cut off the long knife. When the time comes, it is not certain who kills who.
Thinking of this, Wang Fan did not continue to attack, but suddenly moved towards the fairy grass.
When the black-faced monk discovered Wang Fan's movement and wanted to stop it, it was too late.
Wang Fan had already grabbed the fairy grass, threw it into the space ring, and quickly fleeed into the distance.
"Boy, do you dare to things from the deity?" The black-faced monk was really angry when he saw this scene.
He didn't expect that Wang Fan would come here suddenly.
Wang Fan didn't turn his head back, but the sneer came back from afar, "My knife is for your grass, you don't lose."