Chapter 1727 Let go of my son

"Are you crazy?"

"Let me apologize?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"I am the acting archbishop of the Temple of the Alliance of Light! My father is a cardinal! Just rely on you? Hehe...you are overwhelmed!"

"Dare you hit me just now?"

"It's reversed! It's really reversed! Are you so lawless now?"

"I won't deal with you today, I, Duanmulang, write the word upside down!"

The Duanmu wolf in the light blue robe let out a roar, and his complexion became violent one after another.

As a member of the temple, with a backer behind him, he has always been unscrupulous.

At this moment, seeing Fang Fan's armored stomach again, he felt even more indifferent.

Unless Fang Fan is a figure at the level of a gold-ranked legion commander, he won't have any fear at all!

"You just slapped me!"

"Kneel down! Admit your mistake! Admit your mistake!"

"Kneel down!"

Duanmu wolf stared wide-eyed, then twitched the sword at his waist, and slashed at Fang Fan's head...

"court death."

Fang Fan squinted his eyes, and the killing intent in his eyes erupted again, and then he raised the knife and cut off his arm holding the knife!

This Duanmu wolf is actually not low in level, and also has a middle-level quasi-sage cultivation base. It belongs to the same level as Fang Fan, but it is relatively unruly. operate.

"ah……"

"my hand……"

"Whirring whirring……"

"pain……"

"Damn it! You're crazy! How dare you hurt me!"

Duan Mulang, deputy fourth-rank acting archbishop of the Temple of the Alliance of Light, widened his eyes in disbelief, and then looked at Fang Fan viciously, wishing to devour Fang Fan on the spot.

Fang Fan muttered to himself, then silently took out the four-star holy sword, and put it directly on Duanmu wolf's neck.

"I said, I apologize, I slap myself a hundred times, and I need to pay 100,000 star cores, and this matter will end!"

"Let me ask you one last time, are you willing to follow this step or not?"

"Live if you want to, die if you don't want to, it's that simple!"

Fang Fan moved the holy sword back and forth on the Duanmu wolf's neck, and a streak of blood shot out slowly...

Duan Mulang, the deputy fourth-rank acting archbishop of the Temple of the Light Alliance, gradually panicked...

The sense of fear gradually increased in my heart, and the cold sweat on my forehead couldn't help seeping out...

"presumptuous!"

"Fang Fan! What are you doing!"

"Release my son!"

In the distance, a figure rushed over, and then made a loud noise.

Fang Fan narrowed his eyes and took a look, with a more or less astonished look on his face...

He saw Duanmu Ding... the existence with which he had always had grievances before, and just now in the Temple of the Priesthood, he also wanted to suppress his existence...

This surprised Fang Fan.

From what he said, this young man in a light blue robe is his son?

Fang Fan narrowed his eyes silently, feeling more and more interesting.

"Father... my lord father, save me!"

"Father! He...he wants to kill me!"

"Father... Hurry... Hurry up and save me!"

When Duanmu Lang saw his father Duanmu Ding coming, he immediately danced excitedly, then took a deep breath, and excitedly called for help, the light in his eyes flickered faster and faster, and his excitement suddenly increased.

Just now he felt the moment of death...

The cold holy sword touches the neck, and if you are not careful, it will be completely cold...