Warrior's Troubleshooting System

Chapter 153
Fang Han, who was holding a golden broadsword, had already killed bloody faces. Around Fang Han were eight or nine tall men of three meters in height. There were also several warriors lying on the ground, among them were four apprentices of Zhang Wutian. Holding Fang Han, fighting side by side with Fang Han.

Blood stained the surrounding walls and ground red.

More than a dozen warriors of the master rank besieged and killed Fang Han and Zhang Wutian, but nearly half of them died. This made the warriors of the Li family who were still alive furious.

Liu Feng guessed that Fang Han and Zhang Wutian were able to kill seven or eight martial artists at the master level. Presumably, it was because Fang Han used his new magic dragon. Although the magic dragon was just a soul, it was a soul composed entirely of magic energy. , the strength will not be weak.

However, after killing seven or eight martial artists at the master level, the power of the magic dragon should be almost exhausted.

The seven or eight martial artists who are still alive are also red-eyed. They looked at each other and understood the meaning of the brothers of the same clan. The magic dragon that killed many brothers just now has disappeared, and it seems to have exhausted its strength. Maybe it will not come out again .

Now as long as they attack together, they can maim the two thieves, and then use torture to find out where the equipment is, so that they can avenge seven or eight brothers of the same family.

Seven or eight warriors of the fourth or fifth rank of the Grandmaster thought of this and shot at the same time.

Like a group of hungry wolves rushing towards Fang Han and Zhang Wutian, Zhang Wutian's strength is no more than the third rank of the grand master, and Fang Han's strength and Zhang Wutian's strength are only on par with Zhang Wutian.

Seeing that the two of them couldn't resist anymore, and although Liu Feng rushed forward, it still took two breaths to kill them.

When Liu Feng saw that he could not catch up, he became furious. In fact, he also knew that even if he caught up, he would not be able to resist facing several fifth-level masters.

Zhang Wutian was almost paralyzed from fright. Just now, he and Fang Han took advantage of the fact that the enemies had not yet gathered. The two teamed up and used the method of defeating them one by one. Only by relying on Fang Han's magic dragon did they kill seven or eight grandmasters of the fourth rank and fifth rank of the grand master. strong.

But now the demon dragon controlled by Fang Han weakly returned to Fang Han's body, and the chance to defeat them was gone.

Under the siege of the fifth-level or fourth-level masters of the masters, even if the magic dragon is released and restored to its original state, it may not be able to kill it. After all, it is difficult to defeat four hands with two fists. If you don't die in one hit, you will be crippled.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wutian trembled with fear.

Fang Han remained calm, seeing seven or eight martial artists of fifth or fourth rank rushing forward, Fang Han suddenly yelled:
"Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun help me."

As soon as Fang Han finished speaking, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the void:
"You and the demons are still waiting to die?"

The master fighters who besieged Fang Han were all taken aback by the shouting that came out of nowhere, but they had no choice but to shoot. As long as they killed the yelling guy, the weird things would stop.

"I don't know how to repent, I deserve to be killed."

There was another strange drinking in the void.

The master warriors of the Li family broke out in a cold sweat involuntarily when they heard the strange roar, but their forward momentum did not weaken. Now they can kill the thief with a swing of their knives.

Just when they swung the sharp Tang Dao on Fang Han's hair, the three-pointed and two-edged sword pattern on the center of Fang Han's eyebrows suddenly emitted a glowing blade shadow.

The knife shadow turned into a ray of light and shot towards the warrior closest to Fang Han.

"Poof."

The light and shadow were like a machete, after passing through the eyebrows of the Li family martial artist, the Li family martial artist's head exploded instantly, as if his head had been split through the middle by a machete.

The light and shadow passed through the eyebrows of that warrior and then shot into the eyebrows of another Li family warrior.

The speed of light is not something that warriors can keep up with, so in less than a breath, the light from the knife shadow has already traveled around the heads of seven or eight warriors.

Zhang Wutian, who closed his eyes in fright, only heard the sound of his head exploding and the sound of a sword falling to the ground. When he opened his eyes, he found that the master fighters who almost killed him were all dead, and the deaths were terrible.

Fang Han was also unscathed, but his expression became weird, as if he was a lot more arrogant.

Zhang Wutian tentatively asked:
"Brother, are you not injured?"

"Mortal, don't talk nonsense, follow me into the tomb of the demons, and I can allow you to be my servant."

Fang Han said with a cold and proud face.

Zhang Wutian felt that Fang Han was very strange as if he was possessed by a ghost, because Fang Han's voice also changed.

Liu Feng also rushed over at this time and asked Fang Han in shock:

"Fang Han, what happened just now? What happened to that light?"

Fang Han glanced at Liu Feng coldly and said:
"I was the one who killed those demons with a three-pointed two-edged knife just now. Don't talk nonsense. Follow me into the tomb of Lihong. If you do well, I can accept you as a servant."

Liu Feng was stunned for a while, Zhang Wutian came over and whispered to Liu Feng:

"Master, this big man seems to be bewitched."

After Liu Feng listened, he nodded in agreement, and then Fang Han asked:

"May I ask who is calling?"

"Who else in the Three Realms and Six Paths can use a three-pointed two-edged sword?"

Fang Han still asked coldly.

"Are you Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun?"

Liu Feng asked in disbelief.

"It's this seat."

Fang Han said in a cold and arrogant voice.

"What about my apprentice?"

Liu Feng asked cautiously.

"He lent his body to me, and his consciousness temporarily fell asleep. This is an agreement between him and me. I will help him kill the enemy, and he will help me restore my morality. You don't have to worry about it. After I recover, I will Naturally, he can become a golden body and won't take up his body anymore, don't you want to meddle in other people's business?"

Fang Han squinted at Liu Feng and clenched his fists.

Liu Feng felt an unprecedented killing intent and knew that now was not the time for theories, so he hurriedly said:

"Since Master Zhenjun and Fang Han reached a gentleman's agreement, I will naturally not meddle in my own business."

"That's good, I need help, so let's go with me."

As Fang Han said, he stretched out his hand, and all the Tang knives of the dead warriors flew up, and finally gathered in a row above Fang Han's head, like a line of soldiers, ready to attack at any time.

Putting away his weapon, Fang Han walked towards Molihong's tomb without looking back.

Liu Feng and Zhang Wutian followed immediately. Zhang Wutian's disciples all died in this battle. He heard Fang Han claiming to be the Erlang God in myths and legends. The Budokan on Earth still needs these disciples to support them.

Erlang Shen boasted to the sea and said:

"When I recover my divine power, saving them is not a problem, but you must do your best to help me recover my divine power."

"As long as Zhenjun can help me save my disciple, I am willing to do my best for Zhenjun."

Zhang Wutian said with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)