Wang Fan suddenly realized that this guy's expression was all fake before, and his purpose was to use him to escape.
Damn it, I am a deserter, and I still have the nerve to accuse others righteously. Just thinking about it is enough.
He was speechless. He really didn't understand how this guy had the nerve to say the word deserter.
Facing the macho man's long knife, Wang Fan's expression did not change at all. He just dodged it casually. Then he turned around, raised his foot and kicked the opponent on the waist.
With a bang, the macho man was kicked in the waist. He felt a strong force coming, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
His face looked a little ugly, and his heart was in a state of turmoil.
Originally, he thought that his sword was enough to kill Wang Fan, but he never expected that he would be knocked down by Wang Fan instead.
He immediately realized that he had hit an iron plate. The scared expression this guy had before was obviously fake.
"Who are you? You are so powerful, how come I haven't seen you before?" He endured the pain and asked Wang Fan, but his right hand slowly moved to the gun bag behind him.
He was afraid that the gunshot would alert others, and he thought that people like Wang Fan would not be able to withstand his sword, so he did not use the gun.
But now, Wang Fan is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. His strength is obviously many times stronger than he knows, so naturally he can't care so much.
It was important to save his life. Even if the gunshot really attracted the attention of others, he had to kill Wang Fan first.
"Do I need to report to you? The Tow Sect is so big and has so many members. Is it possible that you know everyone?"
Wang Fan sneered, "I really thought you thought I was a deserter, that's why you were so angry and followed me here in person. I never thought you were the real deserter."
"Originally, I had some appreciation for your character, and I planned to just knock you out and spare your life. But now, you have disappointed me so much, so you can only die."
Wang Fan said sarcastically and sent back the words "You can only die" intact.
"Am I going to die? You go to die!" The macho man listened to Wang Fan's words, but he didn't know that Wang Fan was already planning to kill him.
He shouted loudly, pulled out his gun and aimed at Wang Fan to pull the trigger.
It's a pity that it's still a step too late.
Wang Fan has experienced hundreds of battles, what kind of scene has he not seen? Even though he is too seriously injured and his strength is greatly reduced, he is still not something that a strong man can deal with.
Wang Fan had long noticed his little moves, but he just ignored them.
With a whooshing sound, Wang Fan's shadow knife was drawn out immediately.
Chichi.
Along with a spray of blood mist, the macho man only felt a pain in his wrist, and the gun in his hand was cut off and fell to the ground. There was no chance to pull the trigger.
His face changed drastically, severe pain was felt, and he opened his mouth to scream.
But at this moment, Wang Fanying's sword swung with his backhand, and with a scoff, it penetrated his throat and cut off him repeatedly.
Bang.
The macho man's half-sitting body flopped to the ground, dying with his eyes open.
Wang Fan didn't even look at him. He walked to the severed hand, picked up the blood-stained gun, grabbed it in his hand, and quickly left the place.
He didn't even take it to heart to kill a little shrimp like the macho man.
Wang Fan quickly flashed through the dense forest, and also carefully paid attention to the surrounding movements. Once he saw someone, he would avoid it as soon as possible, not giving the other person a chance to meet him.
Just like that, more than half an hour later, Wang Fan had appeared at the foot of Bianshan.
He took a look and saw that there was no one around, and then dodged out without hesitation, making a show of running away.
But at this moment, his expression suddenly changed.
"who?"
"kill!"
Accompanied by several ferocious roars, there was a series of intensive gunshots.
Plop, plop.
The gunshots crackled like firecrackers, deafening.
The dense bullets were like a big net, penetrating the rain curtain and shooting towards Wang Fan crazily.
Wang Fan's expression changed drastically!
Without any hesitation, he threw himself directly to the ground and rolled around in embarrassment.
His body was covered in cold sweat, and his whole body was chilly.
He didn't expect that after his strength plummeted, his perception had dropped so much, and there was no ambush.
If he hadn't sensed murderous intent and reacted promptly when he jumped out, he might have died in the bullet net by now.
However, despite this, several bullets still hit Wang Fan's body, setting off streaks of blood mist.
The burning sting made Wang Fan grin and his anger expanded crazily.
A bullet also passed through his chest, which was bloody.
That bullet almost penetrated his heart, which was extremely thrilling.
If it wasn't for his unlucky luck, or if he was just a little too fast, the bullet would have really penetrated his heart.
By that time, even if he has great strength and superb medical skills, he may not be able to save himself.
Although Wang Fan's medical skills are powerful, they are not powerful enough to heal the dead and save the bones.
He found a bunker to hide, removed the bullet from his chest, quickly injected a few needles and sprinkled some powder, and then carefully turned his head to look.
Not far away, I saw three to five people standing up in all directions, southeast, northwest, holding swords and guns, and quickly formed an encirclement, approaching Wang Fan's direction with murderous intent.
"Stop hiding, I've seen you, come out!"
One of the young men with a flat head pointed in the direction of Wang Fan and shouted coldly, "I am Heba, the second general under the command of the Li Clan of the Sword and Wu Sect. These people are all my brothers. They are all top-notch in terms of marksmanship and strength."
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He pointed at Wang Fan, "I know that you are an innate master of Yuanmeng Pavilion and are powerful, but if you fall into our hands, you will still die."
"Of course, if you are willing to tell me how many people there are in Yuanmeng Pavilion on the mountain, maybe I will spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame our brothers for shooting you indiscriminately and sending you to hell."
He said and waved his hand, and all his subordinates stood still about five or six meters in front of Wang Fan and stopped moving forward.
This distance is the best distance for Heba and his team. Not only will their marksmanship be more accurate and they will not waste more bullets, but it will also prevent Wang Fan from exerting his innate power.
After all, Heba and others all know that none of the innate masters of Yuanmeng Pavilion have guns, and they rely on the swords in their hands.
In this case, Heba will certainly not fall into the opponent's attack range.
Wang Fan did not speak. He just adjusted his condition while taking out the firearm that he had snatched from the macho man's hand. He carefully looked at the positions of Heba and others.
The pistol in his hand is fully loaded with eighteen bullets. Three bullets have been shot out, and there are still fifteen bullets left.
There are twenty-one enemies, which means that if Wang Fan uses up all his bullets, he can only kill fifteen people at most, and there are still six people he cannot kill.
When Heba saw that Wang Fan was still silent and silent, he couldn't help but frowned. He pointed at Wang Fan's position and shouted,
"I don't have time to waste with you. I count to three and you don't come out, so don't blame me, Heba, for being rude!"
Following his voice, his subordinates began to load their guns, and the black muzzles pointed coldly in Wang Fan's direction, murderous intent spreading. At the same time, Heba had also begun to count.