Lai Ergou and the others cursed loudly and wanted to rush forward and knock Wang Fan down at all costs.
It's just that their eyes were splashed with spicy soup and they couldn't open them at all, and their combat effectiveness was instantly reduced.
Wang Fan had no time to pay attention to Lai Ergou's group of people for the time being, and flicked his toes on the ground.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Several smashed dishes were blasted towards the fierce men fighting around Xie Hu, as fast as meteors.
At the same time as the disc was being fired, he yelled, "Watch the sword!"
The six or seven fierce men who were frantically besieging Xie Hu heard the sharp sound of wind behind them and Wang Fan's shouting, and their expressions suddenly changed.
Without any hesitation, they took cover in all directions.
It's just that their speed is not as fast as that of flying discs.
With a series of bang bang bang bang sounds, at least five people were hit, with blood-red marks on their bodies.
Although it was not fatal and their combat effectiveness was not greatly affected, the pain still made their movements subconsciously slow down.
It was with this respite that Xie Hu, who was originally at a disadvantage, instantly reversed the situation.
He roared, and the sharp fork in his hand was fiercely inserted into the chest of a fierce man.
As the fork was pulled out, blood shot out, staining his entire clothes red.
Xie Hu kicked the fierce man away with one kick. Without stopping, with lightning speed, he inserted the fork into the other man's head again.
The disgusting red and white stuff exploded out of the man's head. He didn't even make a scream and fell to the ground unwillingly.
The third person came to his senses and punched Xie Hu in the chest with his fists and kicks.
Xie Hu couldn't avoid it, so he didn't retreat. He endured the punch and then inserted the fork into the opponent's heart.
After leaving three people behind in a short period of time, the pressure was greatly reduced.
Wang Fan was very pleased to see Xie Hu's performance. He ignored it and rushed towards Lai Ergou and others.
Although Xie Hu has been injured, he still has three opponents, and he still looks dangerous. It's just that growth requires blood and training. This is an opportunity.
If Wang Fan helped Xie Hu defeat them all, his achievements would still be limited.
As for the Black Rakshasa, Wang Fan didn't even look at it.
If the Black Rakshasa can't even deal with three desperadoes, she is not worthy of being an instructor, let alone a warrior under the original Northwest Wolf King.
This is also true. Black Rakshasa has killed three people in a flash of lightning and is looking for traces of Mu Qianxin.
"Despicable! Shameless! Bastard! Brothers, go ahead and chop him up!" Lai Ergou, who had recovered his breath, was about to explode with rage when he saw this scene.
Thirty people killed three people. It was obviously a win-win situation, but it was messed up by this guy's shameless methods, and now he was killed on his side.
This damn thing is simply as frustrating as it is.
"kill!"
"Fuck him!"
The other fierce men who had recovered their breath were equally angry and filled with murderous intent.
"Chop me? Fuck me to death? Do you deserve it?" Wang Fan sneered disdainfully and rushed towards Lai Ergou like a whirlwind.
Just when Lai Ergou was looking fierce and wanted to punch Wang Fan to death, Wang Fan stretched out his hand and stabbed Lai Ergou twice in the eyes.
Lai Ergou's eyes, which had been dipped in spicy soup and had just barely opened, were now being blown into by chili powder before they were opened for a few seconds.
He couldn't help but cover his eyes again and let out a shrill scream.
Wang Fan kicked Lai Ergou away, lifted the lid of the chili powder, and blasted it all towards the others.
When those people saw this, their forward steps faltered slightly, and they subconsciously covered their faces.
The moment they covered their faces, Wang Fan had already attacked them like a vicious wolf.
Boom boom boom boom!
A series of piercing sounds sounded, and at least ten fierce men were thrown out. Their legs or bones were broken, and they roared like killing pigs.
The other fierce men were furious. Seeing that Wang Fan did not have the killer weapon of chili powder, they rushed towards him without fear of death.
Wang Fan waved his arm and punched, and the three fierce men felt as if they had been hit by cannonballs and flew straight out.
However, the strength he showed did not scare away the other tough guys, but instead made them even crazier.
Yes, these people are all outlaws, masters who are not afraid of death.
Being attacked by Wang Fan one after another with shameless means, I had already suppressed my anger and became red-eyed. How could I care so much.
The bayonet roared, glowing with white light, penetrating the air, and stabbed Wang Fan's head, chest, heart, throat, arms and other vital parts.
Ruthless and cunning, full of murderous intent.
Seven people with seven swords, their eyes full of bloodthirsty luster, fierce and fierce.
Wang Fan made a strange cry, took two steps back in an instant, then jumped into the air, swinging his whip with his right leg.
Dong Dong Dong Dong.
The bayonets in the hands of the seven fierce men were all knocked out, and they even retreated holding their wrists in pain.
Wang Fan didn't give them time to react. When he landed, his right leg flew out again.
The fallen bayonet suddenly stabbed back at the seven people crazily, as if it had eyes.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
There was a sound of a knife cutting into flesh, followed by a scream.
All seven people fell to the ground, blood filling the air.
The bright red blood dyed the clothes, the ground, and the entire courtyard red.
The dark wind blew by, and all that hit my nose and mouth was the thick smell of blood, which was bone-chilling.
The eyes of the fierce men looking at Wang Fan finally changed, and there was only endless coldness in their bodies.
What kind of strength is this?
Wang Fan ignored those tough men and walked up to Lai Ergou, "Give you a chance to survive. Tell me where Li Wuji is?"
"Damn it, your head can be cut off or it can bleed. If you want me to tell you, stop dreaming."
Lai Ergou grinned, showing his iron side.
But before he could finish what he said, Wang Fan stepped on and broke off his limbs without hesitation.
The cracking sound of broken bones resounded loudly, and Lai Ergou howled like a slaughtering pig again.
Damn, the plot shouldn't be like this. Shouldn't you first threaten me and torture me step by step? Besides, you should let me finish what I have to say.
Lai Ergou looked so resentful and aggrieved that he was about to explode with anger.
Wang Fan ignored Lai Ergou and walked to Lai Dagou, who was pretending to be dead, "Tell me, where is Li Wuji? You only have one chance."
Lai Dagou, who was pretending to be dead, immediately jumped up when he heard Wang Fan's words, with a flattering look on his face, "I don't know, I don't know."
He saw how ruthless Wang Fan was, and he didn't want to become a waste like Lai Ergou. Moreover, what he told was the truth, he really didn't know.
Wang Fan didn't talk nonsense, and he pointed out a few more kicks. Lai Dagou also followed in Lai Ergou's footsteps, wailing continuously.
Damn it, what he said is true.
At this time, Black Rakshasa had already walked out supporting Mu Qianxin.
Judging from Mu Qianxin's appearance, apart from her pale face, she didn't feel any insult.
"I'm sorry to make you suffer. Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again." Wang Fan promised, then waved to Xie Hu, "Let's go."
"What to do with these people?"
"Break your legs and call the police."
The fierce men's faces turned pale.
"Sister Xue, I caught a few more red wanted criminals for you, you have to thank me." Wang Fan muttered and dialed Qin Xue's phone number.
An hour after Wang Fan left, Li Wuji received the news and became furious again.
The duck that was obtained actually flew away again.