"Hmm? It''s him!"


    The sudden change made many temple and pavilion disciples suddenly stunned. Then, hundreds of eyes immediately looked for a voice and projected behind Wang Meng. They saw that the man was also dressed as a deacon in purple. Looking at his beautiful face, it was undoubtedly the Dragon they thought was swallowed by the rat tide!


    However, what shocked them most was that at this time, long Bufan, with a long gun in his hand and a sharp and cold tip, stood against the back of Wang Meng''s head. As long as he stabbed with a little force, he could easily stab a blood hole in Wang Meng''s head.


    "Gulu ~"


    Wang Meng''s throat twitched slightly and swallowed his saliva. His body was suspended in the air and stiff. At such a close distance, even if he was fast, he couldn''t retreat all over. Moreover, the point of the gun was aimed at his most vulnerable and deadly head.


    "How did he do it?!"


    Wang Meng was terrified. A drop of cold sweat slipped slowly from his cheek. The arrogance that had just been blatant weakened more than half in an instant, and the air field that had originally oppressed the Dragon teeth dissipated invisibly in this sudden shock.


    "Boss!"


    Seeing the sudden appearance of the dragon, the twelve blood guards were stunned. There was an indelible surprise in their eyes. Wu Moying, who was hidden in the shadow of the crowd, also showed his body shape. He could only see the corner of his mouth with a black dagger, slowly lifting a radian.


    Just now, if long Bufan didn''t use the static field of time, he had locked Wang Meng''s Qi and was ready to wait for the opportunity.


    As an assassin, Wu Moying must have left no hand and assassinated him at the most fierce speed. With Wu Moying''s superb assassination skills and ability, even Wang Meng, who has half a step to respect the environment, can feel that he can avoid the fatal key in advance, but he can''t avoid some injuries.


    "Give you ten seconds to think about it and apologize to my partners, otherwise you know my means."


    Long Bufan''s face was expressionless, and his indifferent voice was filled with an extremely cold murderous spirit, which enveloped everyone here and made him shiver.


    "Bastard, let go of senior brother Wang Meng! Otherwise, even if you are the deacon of purple robe, we can''t spare you."


    Hearing this, the hundreds of Jinlei Pavilion disciples were very angry and shouted angrily. At the same time, they also took out their weapons and surrounded long Bufan.


    "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."


    Long Bufan completely ignored the threat of many Jinlei Pavilion disciples. With a cold face, he directly began to read the countdown.


    "As the commander of the team, I was personally appointed by Lord Bai Weng. I don''t believe you dare do anything to me!" Wang Meng frowned and turned his back to long Bufan, but he snorted angrily: "if you kill me, you will receive the most severe punishment from the temple Pavilion!"


    "Oh? I even dared to kill Zhang Huayun in front of Lord Zhang in Xuewu platform. What do you think I would dare to do here?"


    Long Bufan smiled with disdain at the corners of his mouth. Immediately his eyes were cold. The keel scale gun in his hand shook slightly. The sharp tip of the gun actually cut off Wang Meng''s hair behind his head, stabbed into his skin, and stood straight on the skull. Then his face said indifferently, "you still have five seconds."