"Come on a better person. If this is your stronger one, then I advise you not to participate in the final Venice, and hide back to your own desert and practice for another 10 or 20 years before coming out to embarrass you." Mo Fan said without forgiveness and pointed at the Egyptian team.

The little Egypt dares to be rampant. In the national team, except for the captain Ai Jiangtu, the others may not be able to do anything to him. They can't cure such an Egyptian?

"Even if you are in the middle and lower reaches of our team, it's no big deal if you can beat him. Let me deal with you!" Srief, the front teeth, stood up very quickly.

Srief and Sai Yid were not in a match. Seeing Sai Yid make a fool of himself, he was happier than anyone else. He took this opportunity to show his strength so that Sai Yid would not be able to reach the sky.

Of course, the most important thing to deal with is this Chinese museum guard. Isn’t it that the fire-type high-level and space-type magic is quite special? It’s nothing special.

Srief stood up and slowly walked onto the arena.

Mo Fan looked at this foreigner with black skin, ugly teeth and even uglier face, and his eyes were full of impatientness.

"Call that proud girl with a head-exploding head. I have no interest in Ronaldo like you." Mo Fan pointed at Mios and said.

"Hmph, she is our deputy captain. Even a museum guard like you deserves to fight him. Let's taste my curse first!" Srive said.

The power of curses is somewhat similar to the magic of mind, and they both cause blows to the spirit and soul of a person.

Srief took the lead in imposing a haze of fear on Mo Fan, interfering with Mo Fan's star map drawing.

The haze of fear will amplify the fear in people's heart. If the mage has extremely high cultivation, it can even use this haze of fear to create nightmares and illusions, which will directly collapse the mind.

When the haze of fear appeared, Mo Fan felt that he had hallucinations, and a sound continued to linger in his ears...

This sound was heard at the ranch estate, and was spoken by a woman in a slow tone.

"I will give you the trouble you have caused me one by one. You'd better live longer, otherwise I have to let the people around you repay it!"

It is Salang's ultimatum of death!!

Obviously, the curse-type fear haze dug out what Mo Fan feared the most in his heart. If it were someone with a weaker willpower, he would have felt that this matter was truly interpreted by his side.

Mo Fan was very strong and clear that this was hearing hallucination.

The reason why this sound echoed in her mind was because Salang was indeed the most terrifying person Mo Fan knew. Whether it was the disaster in Bocheng or the catastrophe of the ancient capital, the people in her blood-colored robe were small and miserable, and they were so desperate that they could not see a little light. Any life was so insignificant, whether it was a mage or an ordinary person...

Mo Fan's eyes were shaking violently. Srift thought that his curse power had worked, so he began to set up a curse trap. As long as the evil spider trap was successfully bound, he would not have any chance of winning if he was a high-level mage.

However, was Mo Fan really trapped in fear?

What he had towards Salang was definitely not fear, but angry!!

This guy who regards life as a scoundrel should be locked under the eighteen levels of hell forever!!

The fear was not aroused, but the anger was inexplicably ignited. Mo Fan's eyes were coldly staring at Srief there.

"Your spiritual cultivation is also something that I can curse me?" Mo Fan's eyes were filled with disdain.

He is now a high-level mage of dual-type, and his mental power is twice as strong as an ordinary high-level mage. This Srief is probably also a high-level curse mage. If he can accomplish the advanced curse skill like Ai Jiangtu, it would be a bit difficult for Mo Fan to deal with it. Just use the haze of fear and the evil spider trap to want to play with himself who has a cultivation level above him. That would be too naive!

"Get down too!" Mo Fan's eyes flashed coldly, and the silver tide power turned into a ferocious beast and suddenly collided with Shrev.

Srief was stunned for a moment and hurriedly called out the Shield Demon Tool.

He didn't want to be defeated so easily. As a curse mage, he naturally had all the magic tools!

Mo Fan's space power was blocked by his shield demon tool, but Srief seemed to have forgotten that Mo Fan had a summoning beast in this arena.

The Star Wolf had been waiting for a long time. Just when Srift was all focused on Mo Fan, it suddenly burst out with an amazing speed of the wolf clan's attack, flew to Srift, and bit Srift's shoulder in one bite.

Shriff reacted very quickly, summoned the Magic Armor and launched a curse trap on the Star Wolf - the Evil Spider Trap.

The Star Wolf was extremely fast, dodging left and right, avoiding the red silk threads, and spitting at Srief, rolling up a dust storm, and rumbling at Srief.

Shrev was wearing an armored demon tool and was not afraid of this level of attack. He walked out of a piece of yellow dust. He was about to cast another magic, but when he looked up, he suddenly saw a pair of sharp silver pupils!

It seems that the word "get out" wrapped in anger can be read from these eyes.

Srift used magic in a panic, but he didn't expect that six shadow nails flew over from different angles, and each pear thorn directly shuttled through Srift's armored magic tool and nailed into the joint position of his body.

The power of darkness penetrated, locking his bones, muscles, tendons, and sealing his spiritual power.

Srief was shocked and had no time to react, but found a huge burning fist hitting him...

"Bang!!!!!!"

Srief burned all over and flew backwards gorgeously. The bright light of fire was so shocking in the entire national museum arena.

He fell heavily outside the field. The effect of the giant shadow nailed pear thorn on his body had disappeared, but the flames continued to burn on his body. Shrev, who was scattering in pain, wailed in pain.

This time, Mo Fan's move was a little heavy, Shrev's bones were broken and his skin was burnt...

Who made this guy angry at me for nothing? What kind of fear haze is used? It is really difficult for Mo Fan to show mercy.

...

"This... the people from the Egyptian National Government Team... feel a good feeling?" I don't know who said something from the guardian.

"It's not Egyptian team, it's Mo Fan who is so perverted!"
Chapter completed!