The faint voice, coupled with the figure walking out of the blood mist like Shura God of Killing.

A total of one hundred and fourteen safari warriors were shocked on the spot.

In the huge open space, no one dared to answer.

and……

The safari soldiers who were known for their ferocity all took a step back.

"I'm right here, don't you like raids..."

"Then... come here."

While muttering softly to himself, Mu Fan took the first step in front of hundreds of people with indifferent eyes.

This is followed by the second step.

The safari soldier who was at the forefront subconsciously took a step back in fear.

Finally, under this huge psychological pressure, some people couldn't bear it anymore.

With a twisted howl, a hunched safari warrior rushed out.

The huge dog-legged machete tore through the air and looked at Mu Fan heavily.

Ding!

There was a crisp sound.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Mu Fan was seen holding the opponent's dog-leg knife with two fingers.

Wait, what's going on!

On the other hand, the safari warrior's face turned red at this moment.

He obviously wanted to chop it down with all his strength, but even if he used all his strength, he couldn't move the blade any further.

Bang!

Twist the clamped blade directly with your thumb and index finger.

Then, in the shocked eyes of the other party, he gently moved forward.

puff!

The palm-long blade sank directly into his throat.

Blood gurgled from the wound.

Mu Fan never stopped from beginning to end.

After doing all this, he patted the other party's shoulder with his hand, and the two passed by each other.

The life in the man's eyes quickly disappeared, and he knelt down slumped on the ground.

Roar!

Amidst the furious shouts, two warriors rushed out, one on the left and the other on the right.

Two large arc-angle slashes.

Combined chop [Broken Iron]!

The sickle blade of curved light rotates.

Mu Fan didn't even blink, a line of blood seemed to cut through the air.

Four corpses fell heavily to the ground.

"You have one last chance to fight and die like a true warrior."

In the cold voice, Mu Fan still walked forward quietly.

All the safari warriors swallowed their saliva.

The warriors of the White Armor clan stared at the back without blinking.

"Okay, so strong."

"Is this his true strength?"

Those Baijia clan members who had not seen Mu Fan fight up close opened their mouths at the same time.

"No, of course not."

The fat boy Enoch squeezed his way to the front of the crowd and said seriously.

What!

no?

That real fighting ability is...

Oh My God!

In just a moment of thinking.

The safari warriors gathered into a whole fan shape and pounced like mad dogs.

"That's it……"

The curved light sickle blade calmly swirled beside Mu Fan, with an emerald green luster of death.

The corners of his mouth under the visor slightly curved.

The look in Mu Fan's eyes made all the enemies who came towards him feel their hearts shrinking.

"This is!"

When he took the next step, starting from the soles of his feet, Mu Fan's entire body just...disappeared into the air.

In an instant, all his breath disappeared in front of everyone.

Even with the beast-like intuition of the White Armor warriors, they can't detect it!

"Gone!?"

However, the enemy is still charging.

But when the soldiers of these safari regiments just rushed to the enemy where Mu Fan was standing before.

Changes are sudden!

"Behind!"

I felt an exclamation of surprise from the people around me. The four people who were at the front fell behind. Their somewhat distorted mentality stimulated by the huge pressure had exploded and they turned around to look.

However, when their eyes just moved.

I felt my body light up...and my vision suddenly turned dark.

What's going on here?

People from both camps stammered, trying to describe their surprise.

However, there is no suitable language to describe it.

There is no time to organize it either.

Darkness and despair are coming...

There are many enemies...

Faith is imposed on oneself...

I……

Will march forward in blood.

The cold nether energy began to pour out from the heart crazily, gathered on the skin and began to squirm.

The hair on my hair was trembling until it became blurry.

The next second, the energy braid on the back of Mu Fan's head instantly untied, dancing on its own as if it were alive.

A terrifying aura comparable to that of a giant king star beast emerged.

【Six Stages of Redemption Glory Strike】!

The four twisted figures drew out their curved light sickles at the same time, and instantly turned into streams of light that swept over the crowd.

Mu Fan's figure quietly emerged from behind four more warriors.

Behead.

When the temperatureless nether energy light blade was wiped across his neck, he didn't even realize that he was dead.

Four figures in the air spun to the ground and disappeared.

Another blade failed.

"Behind me!"
To be continued...