Wang Fubao sneered: "I don't know who you are now. But I already know who you are with."

The man's long sword trembled, dripping the last drop of blood. He shook his head and said, "Actually..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped forward. His wrist shook. The long sword exuded three cold stars and stabbed them in three directions.

The man's feet were flowing and his long sword was used, and he was so fast that he could not speak.

Wang Fubao shouted several times. He did not block the long sword, but slashed straight towards the opponent's neck. This way of fighting was both defeated. The man was slightly shocked. He could stab Wang Fubao with one sword and let his heart be cool. But it was hard to guarantee that Wang Fubao would cut his head with a dying blow. He had a little bit of his toes. Before he retreated, he had stabbed Wang Fubao three swords in a row. But the three swords were just a little bit. A sword light shone in front of him. The wind cut his face.

A blood mark appeared on his face, which made him feel sour. The man was secretly shocked. Dao Wang Fubao was definitely not a good person. If he had just hiding the ground a little slower, he might have died with Wang Fubao and waited for another attack. Wang Fubao refused to fight. He had already flew north to the point of his toes.

It was only a few feet long. Suddenly, dead branches in the forest flew up. A long spear flew into the sky. It was brave and terrifying.

Wang Fubao was shocked, but he was not confused. He reached out and grabbed the spear. He cut it off with one knife along the gun. The coldness was scattered.

The man made the gun slightly shy. He abandoned the gun and rolled. He had already reached Wang Fubao's feet. He was rolling. He had already pulled a single sword in his hand. He quickly cut Wang Fubao's legs. The man was also a good fighter. The man holding the long sword had already arrived and stabbed Wang Fubao with one sword.

Wang Fubao faced the enemy in two roars. The spear he grabbed was stabbing back like a thunder. He stretched out his body and jumped high. He flew over his legs and grabbed the dead branches of the big tree beside him. He turned over and then leaped from the tree to another big tree. He didn't want to fight and just wanted to escape. After finding Dou Jiande, he would talk about other things.

The man holding the long sword sternly looked at him. He dodged his spear and grabbed it with his backhand. He grabbed a long bow from the darkness. He had drawn out a scimitar and put it on the bow.

The moon is as scattered as a crescent moon.

The moon is in the middle of the sky. The scimitar is in.

The man put the long bow on the scimitar but looked at Wang Fubao's figure in the air without cold eyes. A coldness appeared in his eyes. Wang Fubao was about to put on the branch. Suddenly, a sudden shout from the tree was heard. The spear stabbed.

It turns out that there is the third master who ambushed it!

Wang Fubao was shocked. One of them had already sunk. Others were leveraging the spear in the air. It was no different from the one who had just used the gun.

The body twisted rapidly and was slightly stagnant in the air. Wang Fubao avoided the spear and reached out to find out before he wanted to grab the spear and leverage the force. Unexpectedly, the spear came like thunder and lightning and the man stopped it as soon as he stabbed it. Wang Fubao caught it.

Wang Fubao had no way to leverage his strength to sink his heart with his body. At this time, he could only hear the sound of breaking through the air and breaking through the air.

Turning his head and looking over, a bright moon slashed at him!

The bright moon was cold and suddenly arrived. Wang Fubao was confused and had nowhere to hide. He just twisted his strength and screamed. The bright moon had already slashed his back and broke out of his chest.

The blood was dyed red and the ground was desolate.

Wang Fubao was extremely injured, but he was not panicked at that moment. He was just thinking that he would soon meet those brothers who died.

The bright moon flew out fiercely with blood. The sound of "snatching" was nailed to the tree in front of him. It was trembling and cold like moonlight. The bright moon in the sky was like a hook. The bright moon that sneaked into Wang Fubao was the scimitar on the bowstring!

Wang Fubao fell to the ground, shaking, but a few words burst out from his teeth. You are... Luo..." After he said this, he was about to fall down to the sky. The man on the tree fell down. He was tall and strong, and he shot Wang Fubao.

His gun was extremely hatred. Although Fu Bao was about to die, he still refused to let him go.

The man shot out the scimitar suddenly screamed. "Wan Bei. Be careful!"

The spear entered Wang Fubao's lower abdomen. But when Wang Fubao died frequently, he roared in shock. A long sword in his hand flew out with a shocking roar.

Wan Bei also roared and wanted to dodge. But in panic, he forgot to withdraw his gun. The spear was cast like an iron. Wang Fubao's last slash stimulated his last potential. It was extremely fierce and fierce. The sound reached the sword. The sound stirred in the air. The single knife had cut through Wan Bei's chest!

Someone shouted in the distance, "Wan Bei." The voice was as sad as a howl of hunger. The man flew over and swept the gun. The man holding the bow did not come forward. He just shouted, "Wan Shu, be careful!"

But when he rushed over to the man, he was like crazy. He swept Wang Fubao with one shot.

When Wang Fubao flew out, he was already dead. He flew into the air and fell to the ground. He rolled twice. There was no more movement. He just opened his eyes wide and died with his eyes open.

The man rushed up but hugged the man who was stabbed. He was stained with blood and ignored him. He cried and said, "Wanbei. You can't die!"

But that knife was Wang Fubao's angrily attacked, and his chest slashed out from his back. How could he not die?

Wan Bei's eyes were dissipated and he said intermittently: "..."

"We will avenge Daddy!" Wan Shu nodded repeatedly. Only then did Wan Bei smile appear on the corner of his mouth. His head tilted, and he was already dead.

Wan Shu cried loudly, and the world moved.

Even if Wang Fubao is not dead, he probably doesn’t understand why these two people have such a deep hatred for him?

The man who shot out the scimitar walked slowly over, looking at Wang Fubao on the ground, touched his face, took off his disguise, but there was blood on his face. That was also extremely dangerous just now.

He sighed and said, "Wan Shu. The deceased has passed away and is mourning and following the changes."

Wan Shu finally barely looked up and said with tears in his face: "The general manager Wan Bei still does not forget to take revenge before he dies...you..."

"Don't worry. What I promised you will definitely do for you. Since I vowed to avenge General Xue, I should do my best! Wang Fubao is the first one. Dou Jiande will soon become the second one!"
Chapter completed!