Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 380 You should be lucky

The feeling like being roasted on the fire made Fan Denglong want to kill the old man, and the old man was approaching him step by step, and Fan Denglong also noticed it.

"A nest of snakes and rats, why the hell are you going to die for me?"

Fan Denglong sneered when he thought of the scene where the old man accused him so righteously.

After getting used to the pain, Fan Denglong continued to pick up the long sword to slash people, but this time he didn't even have any room to hold back.

Part of the spiritual energy gathered on the soles of the feet, and part of the spiritual energy gathered in the palms. Fan Denglong was intent on killing this person.

It is difficult to open the eyes temporarily, but the feeling is still there, and even a figure can be projected in Fan Denglong's mind.

I only saw the old man tiptoeing towards this side, afraid of making a little noise, the dagger in his hand was already raised high, waiting for the most fatal blow after approaching.

There was a sneer in Fan Denglong's heart, and the long sword quickly slashed towards his head.

The old man never expected that Fan Denglong would take the initiative to attack at this time.

The dagger was placed across the head, blocking the blow, and then kicked towards Fan Denglong.

Fan Denglong dodged the kick very deftly, the old man kicked a series of kicks as if he didn't believe in evil, but all of them were resolved by Fan Denglong without exception.

"Impossible," the old man shouted in surprise, because Fan Denglong's eyes are closed now.

I don't know whether he was shocked by Fan Denglong's reaction speed or his perception. The old man felt that he must have hit a ghost in broad daylight.

If this kind of situation happened to an acquired martial artist, the old man would never act so new to the world, mainly because Fan Denglong was too young, and besides a brute force, he didn't match up with a master at all.

"Old man, nothing is impossible in this world."

Fan Denglong said with a smile, his eyes were no longer so painful, and he could still feel a piece of coolness when the aura swam around the eye sockets.

Of course, although he was talking, Fan Denglong didn't stop attacking at all, no matter how much damage the long sword in his hand could endure, it would be best to chop the despicable old man into eighteen pieces.

The old man was already complaining and falling in his heart, because he cherished the dagger made of thousand-year-old cold iron, so now he has changed to an ordinary one, how can he withstand Fan Denglong's slashing sword move.

After two strokes, the dagger was severed. Seeing this, the old man didn't dare to change another dagger.

"Boy, this is a weapon in the arsenal, are you desperate?"

The old man yelled loudly, but Fan Denglong didn't care about this threat at all. He only had one thought, to kill this bastard.

Moreover, at this moment, Fan Denglong seemed to have found a little feeling.

Because the speed of the sword is very fast, when one sword slams past the other, it is perfectly connected, rushing like a wave, that kind of continuous sword moves can make people feel what is despair.

In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that can't be broken. While Fan Denglong maintains an extremely fast speed, he also has a brute force. Although he has no rules, it is not something ordinary people can resist.

The old man was completely out of control, Fan Denglong didn't even give him a chance to come up with his unique skills, just blindly attacking like this.

The gazebo was cut off again by a pillar and collapsed. With a wave of Fan Denglong's long sword, the fallen tiles were split into two pieces. He stood in the middle of the gazebo, holding his sword in both hands, quite the demeanor of a master who left the world alone. .

The old man jumped outside in embarrassment, which meant that he voluntarily surrendered.

To be honest, this is the first time the old man has encountered Fan Denglong's crazy trick.

Even if I don't want my life, I still have to bite off a few pieces of your body. The old man doesn't want to provoke this kind of lunatic.

"You should be glad,"

Fan Denglong opened his eyes and said contemptuously.

If he had been holding a spear today, the old man would have died eight hundred times.

A few people in the distance were rushing towards this side quickly, and it was precisely because they sensed that someone was coming that Fan Denglong stopped.

The three middle-aged men rushed to the gazebo and looked at Fan Denglong with unkind expressions.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm a very vindictive person."

Fan Denglong put away the tattered long sword, put his hands in his pockets and walked up, not even in the mood to look at these people.

"I hope you can continue to be so rampant," one of them said coldly.

"Thank you for your good words," Fan Denglong shrugged indifferently. Needless to say, this third level must be very sad.

"As long as it's not that Taoist priest, everything is easy to talk about." Fan Denglong thought in his heart, but it shouldn't happen after thinking about it.

After walking up for about [-] minutes, I didn't see any gazebo when I reached the top of the mountain.

The two-storey courtyard is a large courtyard in the old block of the capital city, and there are two warriors in strong suits standing at the door.

"Where is the third test?" Fan Denglong asked blankly.

There is no need to be kind to Wuhun people. People in this place are not good people.

The two warriors looked at Fan Denglong with some surprise. Those who stood at the gate obviously didn't have the skills to observe the situation down the mountain from the top of the mountain, so they didn't know that the two elders had been defeated by Fan Denglong.

The door was rumbled open, facing a large stone wall.

Fan Denglong walked in, walked around the stone wall, and found a place similar to a ring, with weapon racks on both sides, displaying eighteen kinds of weapons.

Standing on the arena was a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back facing the main hall, wearing a long robe. People who didn't know thought this was a film crew making a martial arts movie.

Fan Denglong jumped onto the ring and picked out a long gun on the shelf.

"Okay, hurry up and finish beating me so I can go home and sleep."

Fan Denglong said to the middle-aged man bluntly.

"It's rare to come to an interesting young man, why don't you chat with me, an old man?"

The middle-aged man turned around and said to Fan Denglong with a smile.

"I don't have that much time to spare," Fan Denlong pouted.

"You have a big misunderstanding about Wuhun,"

Fan Denglong grinned, "How dare I,"

What is a misunderstanding?
Bullying the small with the big, bullying the few with the more, this is the spirit of martial arts.

Ever since I went up the mountain, I haven't shown a good face, and the people I met have no lower limit than each other. Is this still necessary to misunderstand?
"The members of Wuhun come from masters from various sects, and there are no highly respected people to preside over the overall situation. That's why this happened."

Fan Denglong looked at the middle-aged man with some doubts, not knowing what he was talking to himself.

"Actually, I very much hope that this situation can change," he said.

"Are you still fighting or not?" Fan Denglong said impatiently. Does Lao Tzu have anything to do with you wanting to change this situation?
(End of this chapter)