My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head: 1050 Small Overlord Legion

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1050 Small Overlord Corps

Derby, I ’m here for you.

Before dying, Lawrence seemed to watch arrived. His desperate look relaxed and became relief, and then fell to the ground, his cane fell to the side, and his life was completely lost.

But the remaining two God of Magic flinched under Wang Luo's attack.

While Luo Luo was wearing white hair, he was able to kill seven in and seven out, as if he was in no man's land!

He put the Spirit Force shield in his left hand and Imperial Sword in his right hand. Every time he walked through a place, he beheaded all the local Magician.

Four tanks were ready to start, but Wang Luo only used Spirit Force, turned the barrel of one of the tanks, aimed at his companion, and fired directly.

The tank troops killed each other, and soon they became scrap iron.

It did n’t take long for the troops sent to be massacred.

Wang Luo carried a handful of treasure sword, as if entering a land of no one.

Because Magician has too many casualties, the mental suppression of Li Fan's is finally weak.

He also stood up again, pulled out his extraordinary great spear, dragged behind him, and also killed the enemies around him.

Two God of Magic glanced at it, feeling unable to hold the scene, and decided to retreat first.

One Sword of China is already a headache, and now there is another Martial Artist Li Fan, how can this be done.

"Retreat."

Two God of Magics finally issued an order to retreat, but almost no one could execute the order alive.

There are only two or three survivors left, all injured.

"Did you see your weakness?"

Wang Luo is wearing white hair, which is different from the dashing man of Yingjun (handsome). At this time, he is already as thin as a dead bone, like a candle in the wind, and seems to die here at any time.

"Thank you ..."

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

This man who seems to have been less serious, almost saved his life in order to save himself.

"Do n’t sympathize with me."

Wang Luo's eyes glared, "I didn't do this to help you! It's inherently a death, this is my destiny! But before my life ends, I need to find the next generation of Sword of China!"

"You ask me to think again ..."

"If there is that time ..."

Wang Luo took the treasure sword back. "Everyone knows a fate. Before I die, let's exercise Spirit Force for you at least."

"Do you want me to follow your practice?"

"Almost, this girl, I will find someone to help you send her back to China. You and me, continue to stay abroad for a while."

"Why?"

"Holy War Plan is underway in China."

Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, "If you do n’t change your shortcomings, you will be targeted after returning to China. What the Britain guys can find, they can also find them."

"Okay ..."

Li Fan agreed first, in order to enhance his strength, it seems good to follow Wang Luo for a while. He followed Wangluo arrived port and handed over the Shen Chen to a friend of Wangluo, then continued to stay in London with Wangluo.

"Are we okay to stay here?"

Li Fan followed Wang Luo back to the hut before him and couldn't help asking.

"They think we have returned to China."

Wang Luo smiled, "I think, they failed this time, they should choose to use diplomacy to force you to commit it."

"The way of diplomacy?"

"Yes, provide certain benefits to the top of the country, and then extradite you abroad."

"I will not agree!"

"I said that you have too many cases."

Wang Luo reminded Li Fan, "Just give you two things, you become a notorious murderer. Unless you take Imperial Sword, no one has the right to hand over you, because you will be a symbol of China ! "

Wang Luo looked at the Shangfang slashing horse sword hanging on the wall. Although it was a treasure sword left during the Han Dynasty, it was still intact. The sword sheath was also carved with a Five-clawed Golden Dragon.

"Where do you want to take me to exercise?"

Li Fan crosses the subject.

"One night off, I will take you to the Vatican tomorrow."

"Ah? What are you going to do there?"

"The pope there owes me a little favor, it is time for him to pay off the debt."

"Eh, how are we going? "

Li Fan can't help but doubt.

"Tomorrow you will know, go to sleep first, nourish the spirit."

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

Li Fan does n’t know what to say to him, he can only throw his body on the arrived sofa, and then recall the recent events.

I came to Britain, it seems that many things are messed up.

The mobile phone was also taken away by Wang Luo, and they cannot contact Lin Yuexian for the time being. I hope they will not worry about themselves.

Shen Chen should be able to go back safely, since it is Wang Luo ’s person, it should be no problem.

During the Li Fan ’s hard work in London, China Jianghu was also turbulent.

Shaolin.

One hundred and eighty Arhats stood in the dojo outside, everyone was carrying a Arhat stick, and Qi shuā shuā was facing a teenager standing in the center.

"Amitabha!"

Shaolin Head Monk stood on the steps, watching the teenager surrounded by great formation, couldn't help but read the sound of Buddha, and then asked.

"Master Li, we have no revenge in the past and no injustice today, why do you hurt my Shaolin disciple's life?"

The young man stood in the middle, did not speak, but just stretched out his hand and grabbed directly above a baldy of a Shaolin Luohan. Five finger pierced his head.

Tiger Claw.

"Amitabha ... Since that is the case, let Master Li calm down and talk!"

Head Monk knocked the zen stick in his hand, "Arhat great formation!"

The remaining 107 Arhats moved together, and everyone walked around in circle, waving Arhat sticks towards the teenager attack according to formation!

But the teenager was unimpressed. He did n’t care if he was hit by the Luohan sticks. Every time he carried these sticks, he broke the Monk in two.

Soon, the teenagers were scarred, and the Monk in the Rohan great formation also suffered a lot of injuries.

"bang!"

The twelve Monk suddenly pierced the Lohan stick together, poked on the teenager, and put him arrived in the air together!

Wait for the teenager to react, a Luohan has jumped behind him and smashed the head with a stick!

"Amitabha ..."

Head Monk couldn't help but knock the zen stick, and his face was ashamed.

But anyway, the crisis of Shaolin was finally resolved.

But before he was relieved, a dozen figures suddenly came to the opposite courtyard.

These dozen figures are all dressed in a special suit and look the same.

Head Monk glanced at them and took a breath. No matter how high the Buddha's heart is, this time it can't stand it.

"Amitabha ... No, unbelievable ..."