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Chapter 388 Terrorist Strike

As the old man's loud voice rang out, everyone's eyes were betting on Wang Kun and Zhang Han on the Life and Death Stage again.

But when Wang Kun, who was on the stage of life and death, his pupils turned into a black look, so black that his pupils could hardly be seen;

At the same time, there was a faint evil aura all over my body.

Even the great elder Luo Hefutu in the stands sniffed his nose gently.

"What an evil aura..." Luo Hefutu murmured.

Luo Changfeng next to him frowned slightly, lowered his head and asked Luo Hefutu, "Uncle, is this Western evil magic..."

"Um!"

"Since the missionary of Sakyamuni, he has retained Western evil magic... This Western forbidden art is a unique skill. Even I sometimes can't see through such evil skills." Luohe Futu said slightly.

Na Luo Changfeng said, "The final winner of this Luosha Conference must be this Wang Kun..."

Luo Hefutu gently stroked his snow-white beard with his hands and said slightly, "That's not necessarily."

"I believe (he) should do miracles."

"Even ancient relics like (blood-sucking crystal) can be recognized as their master... I believe he will definitely create miracles here." Luohe Futu said slightly.

Of course, he was the miracle in the mouth of Futu of Luohe.

At this moment, Li Tian also looked at the stage without blinking, and he also knew that Wang Kun in front of him was a truly terrible opponent.

But there was a clear gap between the two people on the stage.

It seems that everyone can know who wins and who loses this battle without looking at it.

With the old man's high voice, "The second showdown begins now."

I saw everyone in the audience betting on the ring.

On the life and death stage, Wang Kun raised his black pupils and glanced at Zhang Han, the disciple of the Blood Monk in front of him.

"You admit defeat..." Wang Kun said a few words lightly.

When these words were said, Zhang Han in front of him made him even more pale.

Life and death stage, if you admit defeat, you can leave the stage.

But in the Duanmu family, if a person admits defeat, he will be even more insulted than death.

So even though Zhang Han knew that his life might be out of order today, he would never be insulted.

"Don't think about it!"

"Others are afraid of your evil tricks, but I'm not afraid." Zhang Han mustered up the courage to yell.

When Wang Kun heard Zhang Han say this, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just as he smiled strangely, he suddenly raised his hands up and slowly raised them.

The whole body was filled with an invisible evil spirit that enveloped him for a moment.

"Okay, then I'll send you to death." Wang Kun said lightly.

That Zhang Han is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Since he can be sent to him, he naturally has the strength that cannot be underestimated.

At this moment, Zhang Han could see that Wang Kun was using Western evil magic. At this moment, he roared, his body suddenly jumped into the air, swept across the thousands of troops with one move, and kicked Wang Kun's chest like thunder.

This leg is extremely powerful and fast.

Even the people in the audience couldn't help but exclaim when they saw Zhang Han's leg trick.

Faced with a domineering move, Wang Kun's pupils suddenly became darker, as if his eyes were completely black.

Suddenly, just as Zhang Han's leg was about to hit Wang Kun's body, Wang Kun's body suddenly moved.

His movement speed was so fast... so fast that almost one person could not see it with his naked eyes.

That kind of speed is definitely beyond human limits.

Even Li Tian in the audience was stunned. How could a person's speed reach that level? It was like a shadow.

The blood monk in the stands was heartbroken...

His man could have won in the last game, but he lost.

When he met this damn guy again, it seemed that he had lost again... He sat there angrily with a pair of blood-red eyes open.

Zhang Han on the Life and Death Stage thought he hit the other party, but when he looked closely, Wang Kun in front had already disappeared.

At this moment, he was shocked and quickly turned his head to look, but saw Wang Kun standing behind him motionless, as if he was playing with him.

"Bastard." Zhang Han on the life and death stage roared angrily and swept his legs again.

But Zhang Han's speed could not get closer to Wang Kun's body at all.

Zhang Han, who didn't fight to attack, was unable to get close to him.

His face became pale and pale, and he couldn't help but exhale.

And what about Wang Kun? He has been standing quietly, and he has not made a move since he came on stage.

"Do you admit defeat?" Wang Kun raised his black pupils again and looked at Zhang Han and asked.

"Recognize your damn head! I'm fighting with you."

Zhang Han rushed towards Wang Kun again as if he was crazy.

At this moment, Wang Kun did not dodge anymore.

In his black pupils, there was a sudden look like a flame of killing burning. His hands suddenly opened slightly as if they wanted to grab something tight, and then his palms slowly moved upwards.

Suddenly, a blood-red sè appeared all over his body for no reason.

The blood-red siege filled his whole body, like a huge airbag covering him.

Everyone in the audience was stunned when they saw this scene.

"Evil art..."

"Oh my God, that's evil spirit."

...

Everyone in the audience exclaimed.

Even Li Tian frowned and looked at the life and death platform in front of him.

Zhang Han was desperately attacking Wang Kun at this moment, without considering the consequences of this attack.

However, the blood monk above the station knew it was terrible.

boom--

There was a loud bang.

Just as Zhang Han's body approached Wang Kun, the hands that Wang Kun's hands, which were facing up, suddenly had two red flames in his palms. The flames were like the flames from hell. They suddenly flipped their palms, and the flames in the palms of his palms accurately hit Zhang Han's body.

No screams or cheers.

There is only a scene where people can't believe it when they stare at them.

Zhang Han, who was hit by the "fire of nothingness" in Wang Kun's palms, flew out in a tragic way and fell on the life and death stage with a plop.

His body remained motionless.

Is it dead or alive? No one knows.

One blow!

Only one move! Wang Kun actually defeated Zhang Han in front of him.
Chapter completed!
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