Chapter 1808 Mo Fan shot!

It’s too late, it’s too soon!

Almost as soon as Jian Blind’s voice transmission to Luo Wushu ended, Chu Wenhao shot in anger.

The terrifying flame palm print attacked and killed the blind man on the back.

“Dog chops!”

“Whether you fight or not, you can’t let you have the final say.”

see.

Many people in the Heavenly Desolation Territory couldn’t help but worry about Jian Blind.

Many people even warned loudly: “Be careful!”

However, Jian Blind still walked back towards Luo Wushu and his group slowly, as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard.

He couldn’t feel the terrifying attack coming from behind him at all.

Everyone was astonished.

Some people’s hearts couldn’t help but mention their throats.

If the flame palm print is allowed to fall, the blind swordsman will be instantly transformed into nothingness!

“What the **** is he doing in a daze?”

Seeing the flame palm print, it was about to fall on the back of the blind man, and some people simply closed their eyes.

Couldn’t bear to watch the scene even if it happened.

Although Jian Blind is very cheap, but for the people of the Heavenly Desolate Territory, he is cheap and pleasing, making them feel relieved and happy.

Of course they didn’t want to see the tragic death of the blind man.

boom!

A low and violent sound resounded.

For a time, there were a lot of sighs, as if regretting the untimely death of the blind man.

With the talent shown by Jian Blind, as long as he doesn’t fall in the middle, his future achievements will certainly not be inferior to Luo Wushu’s.

“Grandpa doesn’t want to fight, who can force me?”

At this moment, Jian Blind’s familiar voice faintly entered the ears of many people, which made them stunned for a while.

“what’s the situation?”

“what happened?”

“Shouldn’t he just die under that palm?”

…………

Some people who had closed their eyes before suddenly burst into an uproar, full of puzzlement.

But soon, they learned why from other populations.

turn out to be.

Just when the flame palm print was about to slap the blind man to death, a giant sword suddenly descended from the sky, resisting and smashing the flame palm print.

this moment.

Many people looked at Luo Wushu subconsciously.

Did he do it?

On the day of the canonization of the Holy Son, Luo Wushu showed a similar method.

“Boom!”

Chu Wenhao volleyed forward, and his aggressiveness became more and more intense.

“Even if all the proud sons of your Heavenly Desolate Domain go together, what can you do? Who can stop me from dealing with you?”

A more terrifying flame surged around him.

On Chu Wenhao’s palm, there was a round of scorching sun that was continuously condensed and born, filled with a heart-pounding wave of destruction.

“Go together?”

The corners of Luo Wushu’s mouth swept an imperceptible sarcasm, “You look up to yourself.”

“It’s better than you, I’ll just cringe at the back and talk shit.” Chu Wenhao retorted, and his confidence became full at this moment.

His cultivation base has an absolute advantage.

Coupled with the magic of supernatural powers and the blessing of the Great Sun Immortal Palm, who can resist the Heavenly Desolate Temple?

Even if everyone goes together, he is not afraid at all.

Many people in the Tianhong Temple are also at this moment, and their eyes are cold and sweeping towards Luo Wushu.

“The guy who hides his head and shows his tail, at this moment, don’t you even have the courage to stand up?”

“Is there no one in Tianhuangyu?”

“You actually made a person like you become a saint?”

“Correct a little!” Luo Wu’s writing was calm, and he said lightly: “It’s not that this holy son is afraid to stand up, but that he is not worthy.”

“Hahaha……”

Chu Wenhao laughed angrily, and the Great Sun Immortal Palm seemed to be carrying his burning wrath at this moment, and shot out angrily.

Rumble.

The void trembled violently.

Terrifying scorching sun, covering the sky.

The power of destruction made the hearts of countless people from the Heavenly Desolation Territory beat violently.

Chu Wenhao’s palm didn’t target anyone, but it seemed to target everyone.

Among them, Luo Wushu is naturally included.

“The Holy Son has said that you are not worthy, so why bother yourself?” A voice sounded faintly.

I saw a terrifying magical power blooming suddenly in this piece of heaven and earth, and then I saw a demon-like fist slamming into the scorching sun.

“boom!”

The terrifying loud noise, like thunder, resounded in the ears of everyone, causing many people to rupture their eardrums and fall into short-term deafness.

Half an hour passed.

Many talents raised their eyes in shock and looked at the demon-like figure standing proudly in the void.

It’s him?

Mo Fan.

His strength is so powerful?

Everyone’s heart was beating violently, and their eyes were full of shock.

Compared with Jian Blind, Mo Fan, who has been quietly beside Luo Wushu, seems to be more low-key.

However, who would have thought that when it burst into strength, it would be so powerful?

Chu Wenhao’s violent attack was blocked so easily by him.

Not wanting to be in people’s ears, the words that Jian Blind said earlier could not be resounded.

When Luo Wushu called him to take action, Jian Blind once responded… Mo Fan and others, who is not better than me?

At that time, everyone did not take this word into consideration.

But now, when the words of Jian Blind echoed again, it was a completely different feeling.

There are also some eyes, unable to bear to look at Yaoyue, Ye Luojin, and An Yixue.

Could it be that they also have evildoers who are not inferior to Jian Blind and Mo Fan?

This is bound to be…

Some people can’t imagine.

What kind of power will the group be when they all grow up with such a gifted evildoer?

“Who are you?” Chu Wenhao stared at Mo Fan with a gloomy expression, and his heart was as horrified as anyone else.

With the cultivation of the third-order true immortal, he was able to block the Great Sun Immortal Palm with all his strength.

Many people in Tianhong Temple were also shocked.

First, Jian Blind, and then Mo Fan. The Tianhuang Temple, which seems to be a waste, has so many monsters hidden in the dark.

From this point of view, Luo Wushu, who was named the Holy Son, may not be that simple.

Mo Fan didn’t pay attention to Chu Wenhao, but swept towards many people in Tianhong Temple.

“While the Holy Son is still not angry, you should hurry up and go back to the Tianhong Territory!”

Mo Fan sighed and spit out a voice.

That domineering meaning, I don’t know how much better than Chu Wenhao.

As if in his eyes, the proud people who came to the Tianhong Temple today are all a group of chickens and dogs.

I didn’t embarrass them, just because I was too lazy to do it.

rather than cannot.

“I’ve seen a lot of arrogant people in my life, but it’s the first time that someone like you, with an average cultivation level, doesn’t know how to live or die.”

The contemptuous voice came from the mouth of the Buddha.

At this moment, his eyes turned to a young man beside him, and he said, “Ye Qiu, give him some color and let him understand why the flowers are so red.”

The clay figurine still has three fires.

What’s more, today, they came to crush the Heavenly Desolate Temple, how could they tolerate the accident one after another.