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Chapter 309 I¡¯m here to kill you (1)
Next, everyone continued on their way.
Zhuang Qiang is still driving, and his girlfriend Xiaofeng is still sitting in the passenger seat.
Fortunately, this time, they left the dense forest very smoothly.
The sky has dawned, and the morning light shines on the earth, dispelling all the haze!
Here, it is not far from Heishui Lake, only about ten kilometers away.
There are gradually more cars on the road, and they are all going to Heishui Lake to cheer Luo Xiaoshen!
¡°After what happened last night, Zhuang Qiang became much more honest, basically silent, and no longer as arrogant as before.
For some reason, since leaving the small hotel, Zhuang Qiang and her girlfriend always felt a little dizzy and like they couldn't wake up. Fortunately, there were no major problems with their bodies in other aspects.
Li Xiaofan could naturally tell that the two of them were in trouble.
And, it¡¯s still very powerful.
If nothing else happens, these two people will not survive for a few days.
Li Xiaofan is too lazy to take care of such noisy matters. He has nothing to do with the life and death of just two ants.
Xiaofeng touched her forehead with her hand and frowned.
"Aqiang, why do I feel like my head is heavy, and I have no energy at all. I just want to sleep. Do you think we have an evil spirit?"
Zhuang Qiang forced himself to cheer up.
"Don't worry, when we get to Blackwater Lake, I will ask Luo Xiaoshen to help us exorcise evil spirits!"
When Luo Xiaoshen was mentioned, Zhuang Qiang seemed to see hope and started chattering again.
"Perhaps you don't know, but I'm very familiar with Luo Xiaoshen!"
Then, he turned around again, glanced at Li Xiaofan, and said disdainfully.
"Remember, don't talk nonsense when you get to Blackwater Lake later. Luo Xiaoshen's fans are everywhere, thousands of them, and one of them can drown you with just a spit of spit."
Li Xiaofan leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest, as if he didn't hear him at all.
"What makes Zhuang Qiang most angry is Li Xiaofan's condescending attitude. He is obviously not a real person, so he has to pretend to be an outsider.
We soon arrived at Blackwater Lake!
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? There are people standing all around Blackwater Lake, and there are thousands of people in this huge area.
This black water lake is also called Dead Man Lake!
If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that the entire Blackwater Lake is like a spread out human skin, exuding an aura of death.
?????????????????????????? The water in the lake is all black, and as far as the eye can see, it is pitch black, devoid of any life, lifeless, not even a shadow of a fish or shrimp can be found.
In addition, on the most conspicuous high ground by the lake, there is a statue more than ten meters high.
The statue¡¯s facial features are chiseled with sharp edges and corners, and are full of three-dimensionality, especially the pair of eyes, which are full of charm. At first glance, they are made by famous masters.
An invisible coercion came from the statue, like a god from above, overlooking the countless worshipers below.
Zhuang Qiang first found a place and stopped the car.
Then, he pointed at the statue and said with admiration on his face.
"Have you seen it? That is the statue of Luo Xiaoshen. During festivals, many people come to worship."
"Luo Xiaoshen, here in Bianzang, is the highest god besides his master, the God of Ice Swords."
Having said this, he glanced at Li Xiaofan with disdain and said sarcastically.
"Boy, didn't you say you wanted to kill Luo Xiaoshen earlier? With so many people present, one person can drown you with just a spit of spit."
Li Xiaofan stood with his hands behind his back. Although his height was far less than that of the statue, the awe-inspiring aura emanating from his body easily overshadowed that statue.
It seems that the sitting statue is a big fat man with a swollen body, and he is a pearl, shining brightly.
"It's a pity that these ordinary people around them, with their naked eyes, how can they feel the boundless light of Xuantian Immortal Lord?"
At this moment, suddenly, a burst of exclamation came from not far away.
"Look, the duel has begun!"
"Wow, Luo Xiaoshen's sword is so fast.
"Was that the shadow of a knife before? It was clearly a bolt of lightning!"
Looking from a distance, on the Blackwater Lake, we can see two figures fighting fiercely together, sometimes entangled together.??Sometimes they separate at the touch of a touch.
When Zhuang Qiang saw that his idol had taken action, his excitement and admiration were beyond words, and his original weakness was completely gone.
Beside him, his girlfriend Xiaofeng also managed to cheer up, with a hint of sparkle in her gloomy eyes.
"As expected of my idol! Luo Xiaoshen will win!"
Zhuang Qiang started to raise his arms and shout, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. Those who didn't know thought it was his turn to play next.
Many people were nearby, shouting along with Zhuang Qiang.
"Luo Xiaoshen will win!"
¡°We must win!¡±
¡°We must win!¡±
The sound grew louder and louder, and the cheers from the scene were like a boiling pot, roaring like a tsunami.
??Actually, because of the long distance and the light rain falling at the scene.
Therefore, Zhuang Qiang and others could not clearly see the fighting on the Blackwater Lake, and they were just following along to make fun of them.
But Li Xiaofan saw it clearly.
On the Blackwater Lake, I saw a handsome man in white who looked very similar to the statue. He should be the Luo Xiaoshen.
At this time, Luo Xiaoshen was suspended in the air above the Blackwater Lake. The black lake water was churning under his feet and there were waves. He was holding a short knife in one hand and the other hand behind his back.
Every time he makes a move, he creates a gorgeous sword shadow, which is cool and sharp, attracting cheers from all around.
??Looking at his look as if he was strolling in the garden, he didn¡¯t use all his strength at all, as if he was teasing his prey.
Opposite him was a middle-aged man with a high nose and dark skin. He was none other than the Indian master, Habada.
This Habada wears a pair of fist gloves made of fine iron. The gloves are covered with sharp and hard steel thorns, which seem to be indestructible. Even a copper wall can be punched through with one punch.
But at this time, Habada was suppressed by Luo Xiaoshen's blade and retreated steadily. He was in a very embarrassed state. He could only parry but had no strength to fight back. He was injured in many places on his body.
Among the crowd watching the battle, there were many masters of border hiding.
Among them, there is the hermaphrodite holding the black dog.
The hermaphrodite stroked his beard and exclaimed.
"As expected of the proud disciple of the God of Ice Swords, Luo Xiaoshen's sword skills are already superb. Among the young leaders in the world, it is probably difficult for him to have an opponent!"
You know, this hermaphrodite is a well-known master.
In the Bian Zang master ranking list, it is enough to rank in the top ten.
Next to him, there is a fat man with a white face, a fat round face, always smiling, looking harmless to humans and animals, just like a big bun just out of the cage, fat and without oil wrinkles.
"In my opinion, if Nahabada can sustain more than ten moves, it is considered good."
"Don't underestimate this fat guy with a white face. He has a nickname called Smiling Tiger, and his skills are not inferior to this hermaphrodite."
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, another voice sounded next to him.
"Hmph, ten moves!"
"You think too highly of that Habada. From what I see, if he doesn't make three moves, he will definitely be killed by Luo Xiaoshen!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com