Urban Madness

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"Cut off your head and kick it with a ball!"

Kongka is extremely arrogant, and his tone is full of murderous aura.

The dozen or so soldiers in the rear showed ill-intentioned smiles on their faces.

In Siam, it has been a long time since civilians have dared to provoke warlords. In their eyes, "frozen green" like Ye Fan is a fool to die.

"Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Ye Fan let out a burst of laughter and looked at Kongka in front of him: "Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan flicked his fingers slightly, his understatement, like he was playing dust, without any lethality.

But the next moment, an invisible energy shot out from his fingertips.

"Huh!"

This Qi Jin seems inconspicuous, but it is sharper than the magic weapon, strong to strong, cutting iron like mud.

Unprepared, Kongka had no time to react.

"She!"

The sound of a sharp blade entering the body came.

Looking into the distance, there was a fist-sized blood hole on Kongka's left chest, as if he had been hit by a cannonball.

The original position of the heart was completely empty at this moment, and it was obvious that the entire heart had been blown up, and the red blood spewed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing his body red.

Kongka lowered his head, his facial features were distorted, and a very complicated expression appeared on his face, pain, shock, amazement, incredible...

His mouth opened, as if to say something, but he couldn't even pronounce a syllable.

"thump!"

Immediately, his body fell to the ground, completely dead.

...

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

For a while, there was silence in the venue, and the needle drop was audible.

The scene in front of them caused an unprecedented visual impact on everyone. They even thought that they had hallucinations or were in a dream.

"Captain!"

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

It took more than half a minute before a few Siamese fighters recovered, their eyes were cracked, and they rushed towards Kongka's body with a roar.

"Internal strength and outward release?!"

Elder Zhou couldn't help but exclaimed, his whole body tensed, as if he was facing a big enemy, a huge wave was set off in his heart, and he was astonished beyond words.

Inner strength and outward release are the hallmarks of the 9th rank martial artist. Even if there is no weapon in his hand, he can rely on the outwardly released internal energy to cause huge damage.

As a master of martial arts, Zhou Lao is naturally no stranger to internal strength and external release.

But the blow just now, whether it is speed or strength, was impeccable.

Old Zhou secretly thought that he could barely do it, but it would take a long time to gain momentum, and it would never be possible to understate it like Ye Fan did.

A master is like a dragon, rare in the world.

Now, a mysterious young master suddenly appeared, how could this make Mr. Zhou not surprised?

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Lao looked at Ye Fan with a look of fear, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, who are you and which family sent you? Don't think that this will destroy our Hua family and Kunpa. Is the general's marriage?"

Over the years, the Hua family has developed rapidly, and Hua Liancheng has won the title of "Southern Guangdong Ship King", but it has also invisibly offended many families and forces.

This time the Hua family is in trouble, secretly there are many competitors who are ready to move, wanting to get into trouble.

In Zhou Lao's opinion, Ye Fan might have been invited by those families!

"There is no family in the world, and I can be so bad! I just see the uneven road and draw my sword to help!" Ye Fan said proudly, just like the swordsman of the ancient knights and righteousness, a breath of righteousness came out.

Hua Jieyu next to him stared at him intently, with a strange brilliance in her beautiful eyes, both grateful and joyful.

"Ho **** ho ho!"

Suddenly, a Siamese warrior yelled: "Kill the Chinese boy and avenge Captain Kongka!"

As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen soldiers acted one after another, surrounding Ye Fan and Hua Jieyu, the sadness in their hearts turned into monstrous anger.

Immediately afterwards, they stretched out their hands to their waists, took out the pistols they carried, and pointed their black hole at Ye Fan.

The atmosphere in the arena was suddenly tense and tense, and even the air seemed to freeze.

After all, Hua Jieyu is a weak woman, no one has seen such a battle before, and Hua Rong suddenly pales with fright, and Jiao's body trembles involuntarily.

But the next moment, a decisive look suddenly flashed in her eyes, as if an important decision had been made, and said: "I will go with you, please don't shoot, let Ye Fan go!"

In Hua Jieyu's view, this matter was caused by herself, and she would never want to cause Ye Fan to be involved.

"Huh! Captain Konka is a powerful man of the Sabah Master, but now he is dying on the street! If this kid is not killed, wouldn't General Khunpa's face be lost? We will become the laughing stock of other warlords! Fire! "A Siamese warrior shouted.

Even if they shoot in the street, as long as General Khunpa shows up afterwards, the matter can be easily suppressed.

In the next moment, a dozen soldiers pulled the trigger one after another.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The bullet came out through the bore and shot at Ye Fan from all angles, as if to smash him into a sieve.

"what!"

Hearing the deafening gunfire, Hua Jieyu let out a scream, like a frightened deer, her knees soft.

The corner of Zhou Lao's mouth rose slightly in the distance, revealing a vicious smile, looking at Ye Fan secretly:

Huh... brat, what if you have the realm of a master? Is it possible to block bullets with the flesh?

But the next moment, the smile on Zhou Lao's face solidified in an instant, and his pupils shrank sharply into the most dangerous needle-like shape, his facial features were distorted, showing a **** of a ghost, as if he had seen something incredible.

Looking into the distance, the bullets stopped three inches in front of Ye Fan.

As long as he advances a little bit, the bullet can penetrate Ye Fan's body.

But at such a distance, it seems that it is close to the horizon, which is insurmountable.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

...

"Oh my god...what the **** is going on?"

"What the hell, is this filming the Matrix?"

"Am I hallucinating?"

The Siamese fighters exclaimed one by one.

At this moment, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a harmless smile of humans and animals. He stretched out his right hand and volleyed a finger, and said at the same time:

"go with!"

As soon as the voice fell, those bullets in mid-air turned their direction instantly, as if they could understand Ye Fan's words, and became his soldiers, fast like thunder, and shot away.

"Puff chi chi chi......"

The sound of violent storms suddenly sounded.

The chests of more than a dozen Siamese fighters suddenly exploded red blood, splashing in the air, like an ancient Chinese ink painting.

"Plop! Plop! Plop..."

The sound of the corpse falling to the ground came one after another, one after another.

The Hua Jieyu next to him was completely stunned, his brain was blank, and he couldn't believe everything in front of him.

And Zhou Lao's face was extremely gloomy, as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

The emergence of thermal weapons also represents the decline of traditional martial arts.

Zhou Lao practiced martial arts at the age of six. He practiced three days in summer and thirty-nine in winter. He practiced for twelve hours a day. He had never neglected one day in decades. Only three years ago he broke through the bottleneck and entered the realm of master.

This is the case, with his strength, it is impossible to hardly shake the bullet, and if he is accidentally hit, he will die.

But he knew that the martial arts masters are divided into three or six or nine classes!

A master like himself, in the secular world, can be regarded as the existence at the top of the pyramid, enough to establish a sect, but in the secluded sect, he does not enter the stream at all.

He has heard rumors that a named disciple who comes out of the Sejong Gate has the power of a grandmaster. As for the elders and heads of the sect, they are unparalleled in the world. With their fingers, they can destroy mountains, shake mountains, turn rivers and seas, and legends There is no difference in the fairy!

Recalling the appearance of Ye Fan showing his supernatural powers just now, Elder Zhou could be sure that Ye Fan was definitely a disciple of the Hidden Sejong Sect.

At this time, Hua Jieyu finally came back to her senses, her lips moved, and she muttered: "Ye Fan, you...you killed them all?"

"What? Miss Hua, do you blame me for being too cruel?" Ye Fan asked.

"No...no..." Of course, Hua Jieyu is not a pedantic person. She knew that if it hadn't been for Ye Fan just now, she would have been stripped naked and bullied.

"Ye Fan, thank you for saving me again!" She thanked her softly.

"It's not enough to raise your hand!" Ye Fan smiled.

Suddenly, Zhou Lao rushed over in angrily, pointed at Ye Fan's nose and shouted, "Smelly boy, you have hurt our Hua family miserably!"