1050 Little Overlord Legion

1050 Little Overlord Legion

Derby, I'm coming for you.

Lawrence seemed to see something before he died. His desperate look relaxed, turned into relief, and then he fell headfirst to the ground, his cane fell to the side, and he lost his life completely.

But the remaining two Dharma gods flinched under Wang Luo's attack.

Although Wang Luo was wearing a head of white hair, he managed to get in and out seven times, as if entering a land without people!

With a spiritual shield in his left hand and a Shangfang sword in his right, he beheaded all the local magicians every time he walked through a place.

The four tanks were ready to start, but Wang Luo just used his mental power to turn the barrel of one of the tanks, aimed at his companions, and fired directly.

Tank units killed each other and were quickly reduced to scrap metal.

It didn't take long for the troops sent here to be massacred.

Wang Luo carried a sword, as if entering a land without people.

Because too many magicians were killed and injured, the mental suppression on Li Fan finally weakened.

He also stood up again, pulled out his extraordinary gun, dragged behind him, and also killed the surrounding enemies.

The two Dharma gods took a look, feeling that they couldn't hold the scene, and decided to retreat first.

A Huaxia Sword is already a headache enough, now there is another fighter, Li Fan, what can we do.

"retreat."

The two Dharma gods finally issued an order to retreat, but there were almost no one who could carry out this order alive.

There were only two or three survivors left, all of them wounded.

"Have you seen your weakness?"

Wang Luo wore a head of white hair, and was different from the handsome and unrestrained man before. At this time, he was already as thin as a bone, like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that he would die here at any time.

"Thank you……"

Li Fan looked at Wang Luo in front of him, filled with emotion.

This man, who had never seemed serious, almost risked his life in order to save himself.

"Don't pity me."

Wang Luo stared, "I didn't become like this to help you! Human beings are mortal, this is my destiny! But before my life ends, I need to find the next generation of Huaxia Sword!"

"Let me think about it again..."

"If there is that time..."

Wang Luo took the sword back, "It's fate that we met each other once. Before I die, 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 Huaxia. You and I will continue to stay abroad for a while."

"Why?"

"There is a jihadist program going on in the country."

Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, "If you don't get rid of your shortcomings, you will also be targeted after returning to China. If the British can find it, they can find it too."

"All right……"

Li Fan first agreed. In order to strengthen 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 followed Wang Luo to stay in London.

"Is it okay for us to stay here?"

Li Fan followed Wang Luo back to his previous small room and couldn't help asking.

"They thought we had already returned to China."

Wang Luo chuckled, "I think they failed this time, so they should choose to use diplomatic means to force you to commit the crime."

"A diplomatic way?"

"Yes, provide some kind of benefits to the high level of the country, and then extradite you abroad."

"I won't agree!"

"As I said, you have too many cases."

Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, "Give you any two things, and you will become a notorious murderer. Unless you take Shangfang's sword, no one has the right to hand it over to you, because you will be the symbol of China!" "

Wang Luo looked at the Shangfang Zhanma Sword hanging on the wall. Although it was a treasured sword left over from the Han Dynasty, it was still well preserved. There was also a five-clawed golden dragon carved on the scabbard, which was lifelike.

"Where are you taking me to exercise?"

Li Fan changed the subject.

"Take a rest, and I will take you to the Vatican tomorrow."

"Huh? What are you doing there?"

"The Pope there owes me a little favor, and it's time for him to pay the debt."

"Um, how do we get there?"

Li Fan couldn't help but wonder.

"You will know tomorrow, go to sleep first, and recharge your batteries."

Wang Luo pointed to the sofa in the living room, and then he went back to the room by himself.

Li Fan didn't know what to say to him, so he could only throw his body on the sofa and recall the recent events.

When I came to the UK, it seemed that many things were messed up.

The mobile phone was also confiscated by Wang Luo, and I can't contact Lin Yuexian and the others for the time being, I hope they don't worry about themselves.

Shen Chen should be able to go back safely. Since he belongs to Wang Luo, there should be no problem.

When Li Fan was working hard in London, the Huaxia Jianghu was also in turmoil.

Shaolin.

One hundred and eight arhats stood in the dojo outside, each holding an arhat stick in their hands, all facing a young man standing in the center.

"Amitabha!"

The Shaolin abbot stood on the steps, looked at the young man surrounded by the big formation, couldn't help chanting the Buddha's name, and then asked.

"Benefactor Li, we have no enmity in the past, and we have no grievances today. Why do you want to hurt my Shaolin disciple's life?"

The young man stood in the middle without speaking, but stretched out his hand, and directly grabbed the bald head of a Shaolin arhat next to him, piercing his head with five fingers.

tiger claw.

"Amitabha... If that's the case, let Donor Li calm down first!"

The abbot knocked on the Zen stick in his hand, "Arhat formation!"

The remaining 107 arhats moved together, and all followed the formation, walking around in circles, while waving the arhat sticks, attacking the boy!

But the young man was unmoved, he didn't care whether he was hit by the Arhat stick, every time he held the stick, he tore the monk he touched in half.

Soon, the young man was covered with wounds, and many monks in the Arhat formation were also killed or injured.

"Snapped!"

The twelve monks suddenly poked out the arhat sticks at the boy's body, and lifted him up into the air together!

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 knocking on the Zen staff, his face was 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 the dozen or so figures was wearing a special combat suit, and they all looked exactly the same.

The abbot glanced at them and took a deep breath. No matter how high the Buddha's heart is, it can't hold it this time.

"Amitabha... no, unbelievable..."