Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

The people of the Phantom Troupe have never known mercy. Whenever they take action, it is to take human lives.

I saw Feitan making a knife with both hands, tilting his hands slightly to put his hands in the most comfortable position for exerting force. Then with a movement of his body, he disappeared from the place and came to Anthony's eyes in the blink of an eye.

There was a clanging sound of gold and iron, accompanied by waves of energy. With the blessing of his mind power, Feitana's palm blade, which was sharper than a steel knife, was unexpectedly struck less than one meter in front of Anthony by a man who suddenly appeared in front of him. If people block it, you can't advance even an inch.

"The brat wants to kill our boss, these two actions alone are not enough." The scar-faced man standing in front of Feitan said with a ferocious smile: "No, I should say it's still far from enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall man with the scarred face suddenly swelled up, and then with a sudden force, he swung away Feitan's lowered hand. He clenched his fist with his other hand and took a quick stride to catch up with Feitan, who was being thrown backwards. With one punch, Feitan hit Feitan's abdomen, sending him flying like a cannonball, and then crashed the podium on the high platform. His whole body was hung on the wall behind like a painting.

"Feitan" not to mention Franklin, even Xiaodi, who was concentrating on his work as if he didn't even care about anything, couldn't help but be slightly startled, and then entered a fighting state, staring closely at Anthony while watching Xiang Zhengfeitan was slowly sliding down the wall.

Those who survived the disaster behind Anthony and others could not help but look happy. Because the stronger Anthony and others perform, the safer they will be. It's just that the occasion is not right now, otherwise, I'm afraid some of them would be cheering for the scar-faced man.

"Hahaha," at this time, Feitan stood up slowly, smiling and slowly raising his head. He glanced at the scar-faced man who had just smashed him away with his murderous eyes, then glanced at Anthony again, and chuckled: "Is this person your support? If it's just like this, then today next year , is your memorial.”

After speaking, Feitan raised his arm and a dagger appeared in his hand. The figure swayed slightly and once again disappeared from the eyes of the crowd.

"It's just like this." The scar-faced man didn't panic at all when Feitan disappeared. He raised an arm with a metallic luster and punched the empty space with a ferocious smile. Only then did everyone realize that Feitan had disappeared. Tan's sharp sword unexpectedly appeared at the spot where the scar-faced man struck.

The harsh sound sounded again, and waves of air rushed in all directions like strong winds. The scar-faced man looked at Feitan with a fierce look in front of him and said with a fierce smile: "Kid. , you should be the one who is dead, so I’m still far from it.”

After saying that, the scar-faced man didn't wait for Feitan to reply, and his already somewhat enlarged figure exploded again, directly bursting the stiff suit on his body, revealing muscles like the roots of an old tree.

Stepping forward hard with his left foot, the fist blocking Feitan's sword suddenly exerted force, and a strange wave came out, which actually broke the long sword that Feitan had blessed with telepathy. Then Douda's fist continued to expand in front of Feitan's eyes, and he smashed Feitan away with one punch. Two of his teeth popped out, and his skull was almost flattened.

"Fuck me kid" has fully entered the fighting state. This time, the scar-faced man does not intend to give Feitan any chance to breathe. He stepped forward again, and like a cannonball, he rushed straight towards the flying tank.

"Feitan," Franklin, who was very considerate of his companions when he saw the emergency situation on Feitan's side, had no choice but to interfere with the rules of individual combat among brigade members. The fingers of both hands separated again, and the bullets like heavy cannonballs rolled towards the scar-faced man like a torrent, intending to help Feitan escape from danger by surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao.

It's just that Franklin ignored something, that is, there were four people standing behind Anthony. How could others allow him to cause trouble. So Franklin's attack had just started when another person behind Anthony took action.

Mirror after mirror rose from the ground, surrounding Franklin, and then his thought bombs, which were like heavy artillery shells, did not cause any damage to the mirror in front of him, and sank into it, as if being swallowed, and disappeared. Without a trace.

Just when Franklin was slightly stunned because his attack was ineffective,