Chapter: 953
Originally, after the Rakshasa ghost discovered that there was someone not far away, he instinctively operated his inner strength and was always ready to make a full shot. However, when he saw Ji Fan's figure clearly, he was stunned.
"Fourth Grade Martial King?"
The Rakshasa ghost spread out the divine consciousness in an instant, but found that within a radius of five kilometers, apart from Ji Fan, there were no other people.
At this moment, Rakshasa ghost's heart couldn't help but relax a lot.
He is the strength of the second-rank Wuzong, facing a fourth-rank martial king, in one word, it is kneading at will.
"Boy, who are you, dare to block Lao Tzu's way and look for death, right?"
At this moment, Ji Fan smiled faintly.
At the same time said:
"Are you a Raksha ghost?"
"Do you know Lao Tzu?" Luo Shagui was taken aback for a moment.
Upon hearing this, Ji Fan showed a mocking look on his face.
This Raksha ghost is really a little funny in his brain, and it is still not obvious that he came to him on the initiative.
Ji Fan smiled faintly;
"That's good, I'm looking for you."
"Looking for Laozi? What are you doing?"
"Send you on the road."
Ji Fan was already ten meters in front of the Raksha Ghost at this moment.
Hearing Ji Fan's words, Rakshasa ghost almost laughed.
"just you?"
"Well, Lao Tzu has been bloodied for a while, since you took the initiative to die today, then I will do it for you."
Raksha Ghost sneered, and immediately blasted at Ji Fan with a random punch.
With this punch, Raksha Ghost only used 30% of his strength. In his opinion, 30% of his strength was enough to kill Ji Fan.
Seeing the punch of Raksha Ghost, the corner of Ji Fan's mouth raised slightly.
He directly urged Fang Cunbu, his body instantly turned into a black shadow, and rushed towards the Rakshasa ghost.
At the same time, a dark golden glow appeared on his skin.
boom!
Ji Fan's figure instantly met the strength of the Raksha Ghost.
There was only a slight violent sound, and Ji Fan's figure rushed away from the fist, and after that, his prestige remained undiminished, and he came to the Rakshasa ghost like lightning.
At this time, Rakshasa's face changed, and he didn't think that Ji Fan could break through his offensive so easily, and the speed was so fast.
Seeing Ji Fan's approach, Luo Sha's face darkened, he directly used his inner strength, and in a hurry, he blasted out another punch.
However, because Ji Fan's speed was too fast, his punch only had time to display 70% of his strength.
Facing the punch of Raksha Ghost, Ji Fan sneered.
"Bengtian Fist."
At the place of Ji Fan's fist, a golden glow flashed, and the violent spiritual power formed a blazing sun, erupting with a terrifying power, like the power of collapsing the sky.
boom!
There was a detonation sound, and the Raksha ghost's fist strength, in front of Ji Fan's Bengtian Fist, only persisted for less than a second before it was blown away.
The tyrannical power carried by the Bengtian Fist was like a flood breaking the gate, all poured on the Raksha ghost.
At this moment, Rakshasa ghost only felt a huge force hit his chest.
This force caused a flash of horror in his eyes.
Ji Fan is just a martial king, how could he have such a terrifying strength.
This thought only flashed through Raksha Ghost's mind for an instant.
Subsequently.
puff!
Raksha ghost vomited a big mouthful of blood and flew out directly.
As a second-rank Wuzong, Rakshasa ghost is not weak at all. If he shoots with all his strength from the beginning, the result is not always certain. However, he is too underestimating the enemy, and Ji Fan's strength is far beyond the average Martial King.
Therefore, the Rakshasa ghost fell directly into a disadvantage when he was careless.
Ji Fan slammed his chest with a punch. In an instant, all the ribs on his chest broke and suffered heavy injuries.
The figure of the Raksha Ghost slammed into the highway far away. The moment he fell to the ground, the inner strength of the Raksha Ghost ran wildly, and the black inner strength in his body spurted out, rotating around him, transforming into a phantom. Mask, keep it inside. JrNovels.com
"Fourth Grade Martial King?"
The Rakshasa ghost spread out the divine consciousness in an instant, but found that within a radius of five kilometers, apart from Ji Fan, there were no other people.
At this moment, Rakshasa ghost's heart couldn't help but relax a lot.
He is the strength of the second-rank Wuzong, facing a fourth-rank martial king, in one word, it is kneading at will.
"Boy, who are you, dare to block Lao Tzu's way and look for death, right?"
At this moment, Ji Fan smiled faintly.
At the same time said:
"Are you a Raksha ghost?"
"Do you know Lao Tzu?" Luo Shagui was taken aback for a moment.
Upon hearing this, Ji Fan showed a mocking look on his face.
This Raksha ghost is really a little funny in his brain, and it is still not obvious that he came to him on the initiative.
Ji Fan smiled faintly;
"That's good, I'm looking for you."
"Looking for Laozi? What are you doing?"
"Send you on the road."
Ji Fan was already ten meters in front of the Raksha Ghost at this moment.
Hearing Ji Fan's words, Rakshasa ghost almost laughed.
"just you?"
"Well, Lao Tzu has been bloodied for a while, since you took the initiative to die today, then I will do it for you."
Raksha Ghost sneered, and immediately blasted at Ji Fan with a random punch.
With this punch, Raksha Ghost only used 30% of his strength. In his opinion, 30% of his strength was enough to kill Ji Fan.
Seeing the punch of Raksha Ghost, the corner of Ji Fan's mouth raised slightly.
He directly urged Fang Cunbu, his body instantly turned into a black shadow, and rushed towards the Rakshasa ghost.
At the same time, a dark golden glow appeared on his skin.
boom!
Ji Fan's figure instantly met the strength of the Raksha Ghost.
There was only a slight violent sound, and Ji Fan's figure rushed away from the fist, and after that, his prestige remained undiminished, and he came to the Rakshasa ghost like lightning.
At this time, Rakshasa's face changed, and he didn't think that Ji Fan could break through his offensive so easily, and the speed was so fast.
Seeing Ji Fan's approach, Luo Sha's face darkened, he directly used his inner strength, and in a hurry, he blasted out another punch.
However, because Ji Fan's speed was too fast, his punch only had time to display 70% of his strength.
Facing the punch of Raksha Ghost, Ji Fan sneered.
"Bengtian Fist."
At the place of Ji Fan's fist, a golden glow flashed, and the violent spiritual power formed a blazing sun, erupting with a terrifying power, like the power of collapsing the sky.
boom!
There was a detonation sound, and the Raksha ghost's fist strength, in front of Ji Fan's Bengtian Fist, only persisted for less than a second before it was blown away.
The tyrannical power carried by the Bengtian Fist was like a flood breaking the gate, all poured on the Raksha ghost.
At this moment, Rakshasa ghost only felt a huge force hit his chest.
This force caused a flash of horror in his eyes.
Ji Fan is just a martial king, how could he have such a terrifying strength.
This thought only flashed through Raksha Ghost's mind for an instant.
Subsequently.
puff!
Raksha ghost vomited a big mouthful of blood and flew out directly.
As a second-rank Wuzong, Rakshasa ghost is not weak at all. If he shoots with all his strength from the beginning, the result is not always certain. However, he is too underestimating the enemy, and Ji Fan's strength is far beyond the average Martial King.
Therefore, the Rakshasa ghost fell directly into a disadvantage when he was careless.
Ji Fan slammed his chest with a punch. In an instant, all the ribs on his chest broke and suffered heavy injuries.
The figure of the Raksha Ghost slammed into the highway far away. The moment he fell to the ground, the inner strength of the Raksha Ghost ran wildly, and the black inner strength in his body spurted out, rotating around him, transforming into a phantom. Mask, keep it inside. JrNovels.com
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