More than an hour later, Wang Fan appeared at the Jiujiang Association.

It's only been around three o'clock in the afternoon, but the huge Jiujiang Club has not even a gatekeeper, which seems very quiet and abnormal.

Wang Fan didn't need to think too much, and he knew that Qiu Meng must have notified Qiu Xiaoming in advance, so he made preparations in advance.

However, Wang Fan did not think Qiu Xiaomin had run away. Not to mention that the Wen family's eyeliner was everywhere in Licheng, he could not run away. The most important thing was that Wang Fan smelled the breath of gunfire.

Obviously, an ambush has been set up in the manor, waiting for him, Wang Fan to enter the game.

"A man who crows and dogs, even if he knows in advance that I, Wang Fan, are coming, so what if I set up an ambush? I, Wang Fan, want to destroy you, Jiujiang Club, and no one can stop me."

Wang Fan sneered, with a master of art and courage, without any hesitation, he directly smashed the gate of Jiujianghui Manor, and then strode in.

"kill!"

The moment he stepped in, the word "kill" suddenly came out, and followed by a series of sharp sounds of sharp arrows.

The sound of whizzing sounds kept ringing, and sharp arrows shot towards Wang Fan frantically.

The sharp arrows seemed to form a rain curtain, and they shot wildly at Wang Fan.

Wang Fan sneered, and his right foot instantly pointed at the ground, and he rose up and met him.

At the same time, he also pulled out the shadow knife in an instant and began to wave wildly.

The ding-knit sounded, and the shadow knife formed a sword curtain, sweeping away many sharp arrows, and some were lifted back.

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"Wang Fan, you dare to offend me Jiujiang Club. Today, you will definitely die." Qiu Xiaomin looked at this scene through the surveillance screen, unable to help but grab a microphone and made a resentful voice.

The sound came out through the loudspeaker in the manor, and it was even more thunderous.

Wang Fan sneered, "Qiu Xiaomin, I'll give you a chance to Jiujiang. Since you are not sure and are still stubborn and unscrupulous, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless."

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He said, and instantly rose up and slashed out with one knife.

A sword that was several feet long appeared, and five elite Jiujiang Association soldiers who were about to continue shooting were falling down not far away without having time to move.

"I will definitely die? Are you relying on these wastes? I can kill the native chickens and tiles and dogs with one knife!"

Wang Fan sneered, and then took off again, and another sword was slashed. The sharp sword appeared sharply, and five other elite Jiujiang Academicians fell to the ground with blood all over their bodies. There was a lot of danger.

Jiujiang Society is a group of mobs, and the weapons are good or bad. Whether it is their strength or weapons, they can't resist Wang Fan's impact at all.

If it were a powerful special crossbow arrow, and so many arrows were shot at the same time before, Wang Fan would not have been so relaxed.

If one is not done well, Wang Fan will be seriously injured or even killed.

The gap in strength and weapon gap made them vulnerable to Wang Fan.

"Go to die!"

"Kill him!"

"kill!"

However, Wang Fan's fierce killing did not stop the murderous intent of the other elite Jiujiang Associations. They roared wildly while launching crazy attacks again.

At this time, those who can be kept by Qiu Xiaoping are all loyalists from the Jiujiang Association. For the sake of the Jiujiang Association, they can be brave and fearless.

"Kill?" Wang Fan sneered, "What are you going to kill? In the face of powerful strength, your fierce and fearless rush is just to die."

Wang Fan smiled, his figure turned into a afterimage and rushed towards the elites of Jiujianghui.

He raised his hands and fell without mercy!

Blood was spraying and the remaining limbs were flying around. For a moment, the entire Jiujianghui Manor seemed to have formed a hell on earth.

"If you are not sure about it, then you can't blame me for being cruel and destroying you Jiujiang Club."

Wang Fan sneered and moved forward, wherever he passed, blood flowed all over the ground.

Behind him, a large number of elites had already fallen.

Whether they were shooting with arrows or slashing with swords, they were all knocked down by Wang Fan, and they were not enemies with one blow.

There is no good thing for the people from Jiujiang Club, so Wang Fan showed no mercy when he started.

In just a few breaths, the Jiujianghui Manor had already fallen into a large area.

The ground was completely stained with blood, and it was dazzling and red, making people frightened.

Qiu Xiaoping in the main house looked at this scene, his eyelids kept shaking, and his heart was filled with chills.

More than 200 elite soldiers could not stop Wang Fan's killing. Wang Fan was really terrible.

No wonder, the literary scholars who were at the peak of their lives also bowed to Wang Fan and became vassals.

However, Qiu Xiaoming was not afraid.

"I don't believe you can make a fuss. At worst, I will die with you in my arms!"

Qiu Xiao gritted his teeth and grinned, his expression was very terrifying, "If you want to destroy my Jiujiang Club, I will destroy you Wang Fan, so let us die together!"

At the moment when he was smiling, Wang Fan had already settled the elites of Jiujiang Club in the manor and stepped into the main house.

He listened to Qiu Xiao whispering and sneered, "Oh, is that right? Then tell me, how do you let us die together?"

Qiu Xiao pursed at Wang Fan who was stepping in, and then listened to Wang Fan's sneering voice, and his eyelids couldn't help but jump for a while.

Wasn't Wang Fan still outside before? Why did he come here in a blink of an eye? This speed is too fast, right?

But now he is not as thoughtful as he thinks. He smiles wildly, grabs a remote control button with his left hand and a square black block with his right hand, with his eyes full of

It's about death.

"Why? Just this!" Qiu Xiaomin couldn't help but take two steps back and distance himself from Wang Fan while talking.

"Do you know what this is? This is something I bought from overseas for a high price for more than one billion yuan!"

"Just press this button, it will be enough to blow a radius of one kilometer into ruins! With a bang, everything will be destroyed!"

Qiu Xiaopur's face was full of grim smiles, and his voice was also very hysterical, "Who is the surname Wang, aren't you very powerful? Are you very capable of fighting? I want to see if you are so awesome, can you handle this thing!"

His voice was full of strong resentment and pleasure in venting hatred. "Anyway, Jiujiang Club is like this now, and I am bullied by you. I am not willing to die!"

"But what about you, you are young, respected and have a bright future. Are you willing to die like this? I tell you, I have made a profit when I die!"

Qiu Xiao smiled grimly, and stared at Wang Fan.

He wanted to see panic and fear in Wang Fan's face.

He also wanted to see Wang Fan surrender and beg for mercy.

After all, the future is promising, and the young Wang Fan will definitely not want to die like this.

But Qiu Xiaoping was disappointed.

Not only did Wang Fan not show any panic and fear, but the look he looked at him was like looking at an idiot.

"Oh, is that right? Then you can detonate quickly. I really want to see the power of this thing." Wang Fan said with an indifferent look on his face.

Qiu Xiaomin almost got angry. Damn, isn't this what he wants?

"You, don't you believe its power?" Qiu Xiaomin almost vomited blood. He felt that he had punched the cotton and had nowhere to borrow power.

He wanted to threaten Wang Fan, but before he hugged Wang Fan and died together, he looked at Wang Fan's desperate expression. However, Wang Fan did not give him a chance at all.
Chapter completed!