The people in the Jinling Circle all looked at this scene with disbelief.

No one expected that Wanyan Hen didn't even want his face and dared to replace Songping Daqing with a firearm.

In this case, even if Songping Daqing can win, the Jinling Circle will not recognize it.

Matsuhira Daharu herself looked like she was not ashamed but proud.

He slowly took out the lead bullet and put it into the revolver firearm, then smiled coldly at Ye Jiufeng: "Baga, Daxia people, Xi Nei!"

When the host saw this scene, he looked at Zhang Guohua with a embarrassed look. After seeing his fierce look, the host shouted: "Start!"

The moment he spoke, the firearm in Matsupei Daqing's hand directly pulled the trigger and shot towards where Ye Jiufeng was.

"Bang!"

"Swish!"

Almost the moment Song Ping Daqing pulled the trigger, Ye Jiufeng stepped on his right foot and bounced his fingers.

The broken knife on the ground came out.

The lead bullet in the firearm fell out, but the fragments pierced through Song Ping Daqing's throat.

The whole audience suddenly felt silent.

A look of incredible appeared in Matsuhira Daqing's pupils holding the firearm. He never thought that he could still lose while holding the firearm.

The next moment, he collapsed on the ground, covering his throat and dying with his eyes closed.

Ye Jiufeng looked indifferent and sarcastic.

Wanyan Hen and others' expressions froze at the same time, especially the female companions around him, who opened their mouths slightly, and at this moment they seemed to want to slap themselves in the face to confirm that they were dreaming.

And those fans of Matsuhira Daqing were all struck by lightning at this moment. They never thought that their idol was not only defeated, but also died!

"Bastard! Ye Jiufeng!"

"Why are you doing this!"

"What did you do to kill Matsuhira Daqing!?"

"This game doesn't count!"

"Let the island country's dog days Onmyoji come to summon souls, let Matsuhira Daqing get up and fight again!"

When he heard Ye Hao complaining about Songping Daqing, countless people in the audience had the urge to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage.

Everyone is dead, so he still wants to get up and beat him?

What does he want to do?

Whip the corpse?

Wanyan Hen gritted his teeth even more, because Ye Hao was not only killing people, but also slapping the face and killing the heart.

He lost several times in a row, and finally defeated Matsupei Daqing in seconds, which was equivalent to trampling his Wanyan's face under his feet and constantly trampling on him.

"Enough!"

Even though he was as thick-skinned as Zhang Guohua, he stood up gritted his teeth and spoke in a cold voice.

"In this game, Jinling Circle won!"

He is indeed shameless, but no matter how shameless he is, he cannot ignore the facts.

If you continue to make trouble, how can Zhang Guohua stay in the Jinling Circle in the future?

After all, no matter how many opportunities a dead person gives, it is impossible to turn the tables.

Ye Hao said with anger: "Referee team, you can't do this!"

"Ye Jiufeng's sneak attack, Ye Jiufeng is shameless, how can he be judged to win?"

"I'm not convinced!"

"I'm going to go to the Wumeng to appeal!"

"Click--"

The teacup in front of Zhang Guohua was instantly crushed by him. He gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Hao. If his eyes could kill people, Ye Hao had been killed thousands or hundreds of times now.

The host's eyelids were also pounding at this moment, and then raised his hand to announce: "Jinling Circle wins!"

This victory is of great significance to the Jinling Circle.
Chapter completed!