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No one dared to fight0

Thinking about the Symbol Spirit Puppet's final trump card, Long Bufan felt a little helpless. After all, before the Symbol Spirit Puppet activated the spirit array in his body, he had to sacrifice a piece of the Soul-Seal's energy every time he summoned it to fight.

This kind of price was the same as harming one thousand enemies and self-inflicted eight hundred damage. Unless it was in an extremely critical situation, the loss was not small.

Therefore, the most important thing for Long Bufan to do was to get rid of this passive situation as soon as possible and absorb more Spiritual Energy.

Right now, the Fighter cultivators were all voodoo demons.

Long Bufan turned around, and dragonbone lance appeared in his hands. With a provocative action, the spearpoint pointed to the area where the Demon Lord was gathered, and shouted coldly, "I killed all your kind.

Seeing this, the trolls and of the two Imp races also had strange expressions. Could it be that this boy had come to the Tower of the Bravehearts to deal with the Witch Demons?

"Brat, I only won one round. Do you think that I can't be a match for you? How am I supposed to perform after winning six consecutive victories? "Haha."

Just then, the Baldy Imp leapt up onto the stage and stared at Long Bufan, his eyes flashing with ridicule and he laughed.

Ever since Long Bufan entered the tower, the Baldy Imp had been paying attention to him and planned to kill Long Bufan. After obtaining a portion of resources from him, he would be able to cultivate in the Leisure Area for two years.

With his strength at the third level of the Demon General Realm, he would be more than enough to deal with an ordinary Dragonblood Warrior Weapon.

The moment the Baldy Imp's voice fell, Long Bufan's body disappeared from where he stood like an illusion.

The bald Imp's reaction wasn't slow. His figure immediately shot backwards, and at the same time, a powerful demon essence surged out, forming a defensive barrier around his body.

"Whoosh!"

However, Long Bufan's movement technique contained wind law s, but his speed was much faster. In an instant, he had reached the front, and the pike fiercely pierced forward.

"Swish!"

The protective shield was like a thin piece of paper. It was suddenly pierced by the spearpoint, and its momentum did not weaken at all.

Because Long Bufan's attack speed was simply too fast, he did not even have the chance to unleash a martial art or attack, before he was instantly killed.

"Err ?"

The bald Imp opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but because the spearpoint had pierced through his throat, the vocal cords were unable to produce any sound, only large amounts of blood flowing out.

"In here, only the Fighter of the Witch clan are qualified to fight against me. You're too anxious."

Long Bufan's face was expressionless as he stared at the bald Imp coldly. At the same time as he spoke, the spearpoint trembled and directly broke the latter's neck, causing his entire head to fall to the ground. Fresh blood splashed all over the slaughterhouse, creating a blinding scarlet color.

"What?" It ended the battle so quickly! "

"Too fast, it's hard to see his attacks clearly."

"As expected, members of the Royal Family are not that easy to mess with."

When they saw this scene, under the slaughterhouse, the Fighter s of various races all discussed with each other. When their eyes looked at Long Bufan again, it seemed that there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

For a time, the originally noisy battle arena suddenly became silent. Whether it was the trolls, the Imp, or even the provoked Lich Fighter, none of them dared to challenge them.

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