Super King of Soldiers in the City

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"You shameless!"

"Some kind of you get out of the car and do a real fight with Laozi!"

"Vile, so mean!"

The swordsmen were jumped up and down by Wang Fanzhao, screaming screaming. They never imagined that they would meet such a shameless guy like Wang Fan.

"Run fast, run fast, you're about to hit. One two two three cheer, one two three accelerate!" Wang Fan simply ignored their clamor, screaming shamelessly while stepping on the accelerator.

Huh!

With another noise, five or six swordmen were knocked up and fell to the ground screaming.

"Slow, it's really too slow, it's just the speed of the turtle! It's not fun, it's really not fun, then change the gameplay, give you three seconds to rest, I count three two one, you start running.

Wang Fan laughed, turned his head towards the rest, and stopped the car.

The remaining thirty or so swordmen subconsciously paused and began to gasp. They all glared at Wang Fan. If his eyes could kill people, Wang Fan had definitely become a dead man at the moment.

"I started to count." Wang Fan pointed out three fingers at the swordmen.

"three!"

The swordmen were nervous, and they were ready to escape.

"Two one!"

The next two and one, Wang Fan almost finished in one breath, and then immediately stepped on the accelerator.

With a bang, the Hummer was like eating an aphrodisiac, and slammed into it in excitement.

"Lying trough, you cheat!"

"You shameless!"

The swordsmen were all mad, they had violated the rules of the station by driving and hitting people, and now they still don't speak, which is awful.

It's a pity that they don't have any eggs to regenerate. The Hummer is like a wild horse, and it quickly hits them.

A dozen people were knocked out, flesh and blood flying. More than a dozen people were affected, and they also lost their fighting power.

So far, the fifty swordsmen, who are still full of fighting power, have only two.

The two were staring at Wang Fan with suffocation and anger.

Sword Armor: "Asshole, you come down if you have a species, and fight with Laozi's real sword."

Dao Shouyi: "Damn, play this method, what a hero!"

Wang Fan wondered, "When did I say that I am a heroic hero? By the way, I said that so many of your brothers have fallen. Are you still standing? Are you still going to accompany them?"

Wang Fan laughed, and stepped on the accelerator again.

The knife armor didn't even react, so it was knocked out and the person was already comatose in the air.

Dao Shou Yi had better luck and escaped the Hummer impact. But then he knew what a nightmare was.

As long as I knew it, he would rather have been knocked off just now.

Wang Fan drove a Hummer to chase Dao Shou B, but deliberately did not catch up.

Dao Shou Yi escaped desperately, his legs were sore, and he took a chance to get back around and rush into the famous club.

He knew that there were ambushes on the second floor of the prestigious club. Only when he rushed to the second floor could he escape the crisis.

After all, if your Hummer is so powerful, you can only act as a killer on the road, and you can only act as a killer on the road? Can you go up to the second floor?

However, just as he was about to run to the stairs and his eyes flashed with hope, the Hummer suddenly accelerated and hit him hard.

Dao Shouyi was directly hit and flew, gradually losing consciousness. At the moment of unconsciousness, he just wanted to say four words: Your mother next door.

The third floor of the famous club.

Gao Mingyang looked at this scene, his nose was crooked.

What is mean and shameless shameless **** fraud, etc., are used by him on Wang Fan.

These are the fifty knives who have been invited to spend a lot of money. They are so strangely killed. Why is he angry?

Even if these fifty swordsmen did not kill Wang Fan, they just left Wang Fan a little wound, and it would be good if it cost Wang Fan some strength.

Now it's all right. Fifty swordsmen are taken care of by a broken Hummer.

Compared with Gao Mingyang's anger, Song Rumei almost laughed out loud.

This wonderful flower always uses some strange means that others did not expect.

Although the Hummer car is hers, it has been hit by a lot of holes. I am afraid that it is not far from scrapping, but it is better than Wang Fan being hacked to death?

The two masters, one fat and one thin, didn't change much, and couldn't see their anger.

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After finishing the fifty knives, Wang Fan walked up the second floor with a bag.

The ten mercenaries saw Wang Fan coming up, their eyes showing contempt.

They also saw the means of Wang Fan's handling of the fifty swordsmen, which was too influential.

One of them was even more stern, and threw a triangular blade directly at Wang Fan's feet, then said disdainfully, "If you are acquainted, you will cut yourself off from the skin and flesh."

With a loud cry, Wang Fan stepped back a few steps, and then carefully picked up the triangular knife. "Brother, is this knife sharp, will there be pain?"

"As long as you start fast enough and work hard enough to ensure no pain."

The mercenary said with a smug grin, "This is my carry-on weapon. It cannot be said that cutting iron is like mud, but cutting you is absolutely mud."

"Really?" Wang Fan gestured with the knife in his hand, as if checking the sharpness of the knife.

The mercenaries stared at Wang Fan coldly, very patiently, and did not rush.

One is disdain, and the other is, if Wang Fan could commit suicide if he didn't do it, why would they bother so much?

Wang Fan gestured for a long time before raising his head a little bit struggling, "Brother, what you said is really not, does it really cut you like mud, I am afraid of pain."

The mercenary was almost **** off, "It's cutting you like mud, not cutting me like mud! The man's big husband is afraid of a bird's pain, and he will have a big scar after a knife, and he will be a good man 20 years later."

"Okay, then I started." Wang Fan seemed to make up his mind, closing his eyes while gesturing.

Looking at this scene, the ten mercenaries relaxed their vigilance and despised them even more. Not only did they despise Wang Fan, but they also despised the gold master very much.

To deal with such a thing, Nima needs to spend so much money on hiring ten of them. Is this money burned?

The money-losing master also made Wang Fan say how powerful it was, and it almost turned into a god, making them nervous for one night.

Wang Fan closed his eyes and was very decisive in his hand. He thrust directly into his neck.

On the third floor, Song Rumei, who was watching this scene, was almost stunned, and suddenly stood up, "Wang Fan not!"

Unfortunately, Wang Fan couldn't hear her voice at all.

Seeing that Wang Fan actually chose to be self-cut, those mercenaries were dumbfounded and their vigilance was at its lowest.

Seeing that the knife was about to be inserted into Wang Fan's neck, Wang Fan's fingers turned in an incredible way, and the triangular blade immediately changed direction.

Immediately after Wang Fan's flick, he shot towards his owner.

Very fast!

Very sharp!

laugh!

The mercenary didn't respond at all, and the triangular blade was inserted into his throat like a desperate death.

cluster!

The blood could not stop spouting, and the mercenary died instantly without even screaming, and those who died could not die anymore.

"Wow, I didn't lie to me, you are like mud. Look, it's really dead without any pain. Good knife, really good knife."

Wang Fan sighed.

The remaining nine mercenaries were stunned first, followed by an instant rage!

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