Looking at Ye Fan's nighthawk posture as if he were catching prey, Jin Jiuzhong could even feel the cold air coming from the blade! Jin Jiuzhong couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Under this absolutely fierce offensive, he had no time to change bullets or dodge.
He could only raise his sniper rifle to resist.
Almost as soon as he raised it, the fish intestine sword slashed down.
"when!"
There was a crisp sound of metal colliding, and at the same time there was a flash of burning sparks.
Jin Jiuzhong was shocked to find that there was an extra knife mark on the barrel of the gun.
"when!"
Ye Fan spun half of his body and slashed hard with his sword again.
Jin Jiuzhong roared and unleashed his potential, taking three steps back with both feet.
Then he raised his sniper rifle again.
"When--" The sniper rifle blocked Ye Fan's sword again.
But the sword was so powerful that it made Jin Jiuzhong's mouth numb, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He took five steps back uncontrollably, then threw his sniper rifle and pulled out a spur.
The military thorn is extremely black and has two words engraved on it: White Tiger.
Obviously this is a good thing.
He gently stretched out the hand holding the military thorn forward, assumed a combat posture, and stared at the opponent without blinking.
He was full of momentum, but his wrists kept shaking, obviously the impact was not small.
"The first shot in the South, why don't you use a gun?"
When Ye Fan saw Jin Jiuzhong's spiteful look, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that your pride is coming to an end tonight."
Jin Jiuzhong sneered: "You don't seem to be taking advantage either."
In this battle, he suppressed Ye Fan most of the time.
"I was just warming up."
Ye Fan chuckled: "Now that the warm-up is over, it's time to take care of you."
"I don't want to kill you as soon as I take action, I just want you to slowly feel despair."
His tone was calm: "This way you will tell me later who gave you the order to kill me."
"Go to hell!"
Without any more nonsense, Jin Jiuzhong roared angrily and slashed at Ye Fan again.
Ye Fan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He moved his body and struck a sword with his backhand, blocking Jin Jiuzhong's sword.
Jin Jiuzhong narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly took out the military thorn in his hand, and raised it upward.
"The white tiger spits out the letter!"
The next moment, five cold lights suddenly appeared in Ye Fan's field of vision.
The light is so bright it's almost blinding.
Five steel needles burst out from the military spurs and shot directly at Ye Fan who was fighting.
The steel needle still has a red light, like a struck match.
Everything happened in an instant, giving Ye Fan no chance to fight, and the timing was perfect.
"Shameless!"
There was a hint of joking in Ye Fan's eyes, and then he spread out his willow steps in the wind, his figure flickering in the woods, as agile as a ghost.
The five steel needles failed one after another, and Jin Jiuzhong did not stop at all. The military thorn hit him again, and he shot three more needles at Ye Fan, as fast as a meteor.
But it never hit Ye Fan.
He could only roar and strike out at Ye Fan with military thorns.
Ye Fan first gave way, then swung out his sword to hold the opponent's thorn: "There are too many small tricks, and it is difficult to achieve success."
"die!"
Jin Jiuzhong turned to one side and slammed his left hand towards Ye Fan, bursting out with all his strength.
Ye Fan did not turn away this time, but also raised his hand and punched.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided fiercely, making a dull sound and a shrill scream.
Jin Jiuzhong's entire left arm softened, and his whole body fell like a kite with a broken string. He no longer had the power and strength he had when he was killing everyone.
But Ye Fan stood still.
Jin Jiuzhong looked down at the blood flowing from his left fist. There was a narrow blood hole in his fist. It was not big, but it was painful. Then, he was so angry that he shouted at Ye Fan: "Despicable! Shameless!"
Ye Fan smiled and opened his palm, there was a steel needle inside.
The tip of the needle was stained with bright red blood. It was the hidden weapon that Jin Jiuzhong had just shot at Ye Fan: "This steel needle is the steel needle shot by your military thorn. You can shoot me with it, but I can't deal with you?"
After he finished speaking, he flicked the steel needle away.
Jin Jiuzhong clenched his fists, but could not argue: "Shameless!"
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "Okay, after playing for so long, it's time to end."
After finishing speaking, Ye Fan suddenly took a step forward and got close to Jin Jiuzhong's body again.
Jin Jiuzhong's face was as heavy as water and a group of military assassins came.
Ye Fan raised his right hand and blocked it with the fish intestine sword.
Then a hand pushed forward without hesitation.
"Whoosh——" Jin Jiuzhong gave up his military thrust, made a mistake with his hands, and changed his defense into attack.
But surprisingly, Ye Fan, who was full of momentum, was not moved at all and took a big step forward again.
"Bang!"
A hand strangely bypassed the protection and hit Jin Jiuzhong's body hard.
Jin Jiuzhong, who was so sharp just now, spurted out a large mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and his body shook violently.
But Jin Jiuzhong was considered strong and did not retreat. He maintained his strength with his left hand and hit Ye Fan directly in the ribs.
"Bang!"
Just when Jin Jiuzhong broke Ye Fan's ribs with one punch, Ye Fan also retracted his palm, pointed directly downward, and grasped Jin Jiuzhong's wrist.
Hard as stone.
"kill!"
Ye Fan suddenly burst out with wildness, took Jin Jiuzhong's hand and gave it a squeeze.
The whole person was bullied again.
Jin Jiuzhong swayed back half a meter, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then knelt straight on the ground.
His face was ashen.
Before Jin Jiuzhong struggled to get up, Ye Fan had already grabbed his neck with one hand: "Tell me, who gave you the order..." The corner of Jin Jiuzhong's mouth was moved... At six o'clock in the evening, the Hongdou Club was brightly lit and busy with traffic.
This is a club where southerners often gather. They are either handsome men or beautiful women, or powerful and wealthy businessmen. Many of them are familiar faces.
So when Ye Fan stepped into the club, the southern guests who were looking for fun did not notice anything strange.
But Ye Fan could feel a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness.
Those eyes were full of murderous intent.
He locked himself tightly.
Ye Fan smiled faintly but didn't care. He glanced at the Acacia Pavilion on the fifth floor and went straight to the fifth floor carrying a guitar case.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance to the fifth floor, a southern man stepped out and blocked Ye Fan's path with a stern look on his face.
Ye Fan bumped into him without even looking.
"Bang——" The two of them rushed forward almost at the same time, and their bodies were instantly intertwined.
There was a dull sound of body collisions, and the air waves from each blow made people's hearts tremble.
The southern man took two steps back, but Ye Fan pressed forward directly.
The southern man is not easy either. He suppresses the boiling energy and blood and rushes forward again.
He clenched his fist and hit Ye Fan on the head.
But Ye Fan's reaction and speed were even better.
He calmly tilted his head to avoid it, then put his left hand on the railing and kicked it.
"Whoosh——" Fast and hard.
The southern man's heart sank, and his expression immediately changed.
The forward body suddenly paused, and then instantly leaned back.
Ye Fan's feet swept across his face.
Just when the southern man thought he had escaped Ye Fan's killing move, Ye Fan's sweeping right foot suddenly swiped down.
The southern man's eyes widened suddenly. He tried his best to dodge but was half a beat too late. His chest had already been hit by Ye Fan.
A sharp pain surged in.
The middle-aged man kicked his legs hard and escaped Ye Fan's immediate attack.
"flutter!"
A large mouthful of blood spurted out, and the southern man's face instantly became depressed.
He wanted to struggle, but his ribs hurt and he knelt down again.
"Regulate your breath well, otherwise it will become useless."
Ye Fan walked calmly past him, his eyes always looking at Xiangsi Pavilion.
Lifting his feet and taking steps, Ye Fan's movements were still as casual as walking normally, but his person was already standing at the door of Xiangsi Pavilion.
The door opened silently the moment Ye Fan touched it.
Ye Fan's vision suddenly became clear.
I saw that in the huge wing room, the bead curtain was still hanging low.
"Wow -" A beautiful woman with exquisite toes was getting up from a bathtub... Ye Fan smiled faintly: "President Jin, good evening..."
