Fan Bapeng stepped forward and glanced under the shield protection: "Are you the killer who killed Ye Fan?"
He looked disdainful and thought why the three-headed and six-armed character didn't expect it to be such a guy.
Still a waste that suffered a lot of injuries.
The Eight-faced Buddha said lightly: "You shouldn't come!"
"Nonsense, we are going to replace you with your head, how can we not come?"
Fan Bapeng snorted: "I just didn't expect that the killer Ye Fan was afraid of was a waste like you."
Even if the Eight-faced Buddha is powerful, he will not be injured. Now he is so embarrassed, it shows that he has no ability.
The Eight-faced Buddha had a gentle look: "You have been plotted by Ye Fan."
"What's the meaning?"
Fan Bapeng sneered: "What can Ye Fan plot against us?"
"Ye Fan probably didn't tell you my details."
The Eight-faced Buddha put away his family photo and spoke: "Otherwise you wouldn't rush in and kill me like this."
Fan Bapeng raised his gun and sneered: "It seems that he is very powerful."
"I don't care who you are. As long as you can use the heads to make things happen and let the national master know how powerful I am, you must die."
He shouted impatiently: "Come here, kill him with a knife!"
It's too cheap to kill with one shot.
He hates his opponents pretending to be unfathomable.
"call--"
Four Buddhist swordsmen pulled out their daggers and slashed at the Eight-faced Buddha.
The eight-faced Buddha flashed and swept out with one foot, and the three enemies fell to the ground with a muffled groan.
When Fan Bapeng and the others subconsciously took a step back, the Eight-faced Buddha grabbed the wrist of the last knife hand.
With a click.
The Eight-faced Buddha twisted his opponent's arm.
Then he stabbed his backhand and directly penetrated the opponent's waist.
"flutter--"
Before the elite of the Brahma Kingdom screamed, the Eight-faced Buddha flipped over and pulled his body to the ground.
He also pulled the sofa and covered himself and the body.
At the same time, he pressed the watch on his left hand.
Ruthless and fast.
Fan Bapeng's face changed drastically and shouted: "Be careful!"
The elite soldiers of the Fan Kingdom rushed up subconsciously stopped.
"bite--"
At this moment, the microwave oven, which was blocked by the glass door on the side, suddenly started to thrust.
A red light flashed by.
With a loud bang, the glass door shattered.
The basketball in the microwave exploded, and steel balls and nails mixed with chili powder were sprayed out.
The entire dining room was instantly covered with glass shards, chili powder and steel beads.
Fan Bapeng pulled a shield and fell down.
The elite soldiers of the Fan Kingdom also lay down as soon as possible, and even held their shields to protect their vitals.
But there were still more than a dozen people who responded half a beat slower.
They were instantly hit by glass and steel balls.
There is no place to protect you, and you splatter your blood.
The heart-wrenching pain made them scream: "Ah--"
The huge shock wave also overturned them and smashed them over their companions who had no time to retreat behind.
In this chaos, the night vision device fell, and chili powder poured into the eyes, and another scream of ghosts and gods.
In the blink of an eye, more than forty people fell to the ground in a mess and fell into a ball.
Many people not only have blood splattered on their bodies, but also have red and swollen eyes and are constantly rolling.
Fan Bapeng also fell more than ten meters, fell to the ground and suffered severe pain, and his face and neck were hit by glass.
One of the glass almost pierced his artery.
When you rinse the chili powder, you will breathe in pain.
He covered his neck and shouted: "Shoot, shoot, kill him!"
Dozens of elite Buddhist elites gritted their teeth and raised their guns. They were about to shoot but saw flour falling from the hall.
It is white and gray, and it seems snow falls in the night vision.
The entire space was filled with dust and became turbid.
"Dust explosion?"
Fan Bapeng's eyelids jumped and shouted: "Don't shoot, withdraw quickly!"
He flipped over the place and rushed towards the door with all his might.
The other companions also rolled and crawled.
"boom--"
But they move fast, and the Eight-faced Buddha is faster. They shoot one more shot in their hands and shoot directly in the air.
With a loud bang, the flames rose in the hall, the air sank, and all of them exploded within a radius of more than ten meters.
Dozens of elite soldiers from the Brahma Kingdom fell everywhere like paper-breaking people.
They either hit the wall or the table and chairs, and were not killed, but they were almost injured.
Many people have also been burned with hair and eyebrows.
Fan Bapeng fell to the ground again, his bones were falling apart, and blood in his neck was rushing.
He was very angry and never expected that the Eight-faced Buddha was so sinister and so cunning.
He even didn't expect that the other party would only use daily necessities and electrical appliances to severely damage all the elites of the Fan Kingdom.
"Bang--"
After two consecutive blows and severely hit Fan Bapeng's team, the Eight-faced Buddha flew away his body and sofa.
Then he grabbed a dagger and turned over from the ground.
Without a stop, the Eight-faced Buddha charged forward straight and straight.
On the way, he raised his hand and the dagger roared and shot out.
A struggling Buddhist gunman shook his body and a stream of blood burst out from his neck.
"Swoosh--"
When the opponent swayed to the ground, the Eight-faced Buddha stepped forward and narrowed the distance between the two sides like a phantom.
He crashed into the arms of the corpse.
The corpse flew out, and blood was bleed from his mouth and nose, hitting three elite soldiers in the Buddhist Kingdom.
When the three of them fell into a ball, the Eight-faced Buddha had already bullied him and grabbed a shot.
"Bang bang bang!"
Amid the six gunshots, six elite Buddhists were shot in their foreheads and died without even screaming.
The flying knife, hit people, grab guns, shoot and kill, and the eight-faced Buddha showed his style with a rainbow of momentum.
In the blink of an eye, the Eight-faced Buddha killed thirty people, cruel, rough, but calm.
Seeing this, Fan Bapeng yelled repeatedly: "Shoot, shoot!"
"Da da da da!"
At this time, more than a dozen Buddhist gunmen with combat effectiveness endured the pain of being shocked and lifted their guns.
They shot at the eight-faced Buddhas.
The eight-faced Buddha, who was shooting the photobullet, suddenly bent down and rolled out without any fear, as agile as a spirit cat.
The bullet hit the wall, which was shocking.
The next second, the Eight-faced Buddha ejected again, and pulled the chandelier above his head, and he raised it two points and soared into the air.
Then, without waiting for the gun to lock, he quickly threw a person down and used force on his feet.
A click!
The locked-up Buddhist gunman screamed and died.
The last afterimage of his eyes was that the Eight-faced Buddha grabbed his gun and killed three companions ruthlessly.
"Bang bang bang!"
Several bullets shot at Fan Bapeng.
Fan Bapeng reacted very quickly, pulling his shield and crossing his face.
Then he bounced out and tried to evacuate to the door.
"Protect the prince!"
Seeing that the Ba Peng of Fan was in danger, the other elite soldiers of the Fan Kingdom burst out with the final fighting spirit.
They stood upright and kept firing at the Eight-faced Buddha.
Bullets poured over like raindrops, making the walls pound.
Stone chips flew everywhere, gunshots were like thunder, but there was no scream.
In the smoke of gunpowder, the eight-faced Buddha flashed again without any damage.
He grabbed a shot in his hand.
He approached the elite of the Fan Kingdom and fired bullets.
"ah--"
As several warheads shot, three elite Buddhists fell to the ground with their eyebrows.
Then another gunshot was fired, and the bullet penetrated the throat of another elite Fantasy.
As blood splashed out, the muzzle tilted again.
"Bang bang bang!"
Another three injured Buddhist gunmen died with a swaying head.
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"
The power of the Eight-faced Buddha was beyond Fan Bapeng's expectations.
He yelled in anger that his subordinates stepped back, but no one responded to him.
There were only a few shrill screams.
Then the whole hall turned into a dead silence, with only burning debris clattering.
There is no doubt that forty-eight subordinates have been killed by the Eight-faced Buddha.
Fan Bapeng retreated to the door in a mess.
"Swoosh--"
The eight-faced Buddha fired a photobullet, raised his left hand and flew over with a knife.
Fan Bapeng subconsciously turned his head and felt death approaching, but he could not avoid it at all.
He could only watch the flying knife shoot.
"Certainly!"
Just as Fan Bapeng's throat was about to splatter, a cold and delicate shout came from the door.
The flying dagger stopped instantly and was frozen in Fan Bapeng's throat, unable to move forward a little.
The face of the eight-faced Buddha changed slightly.
Then, a woman flashed, stuck out with one hand, and held the falling dagger.
"The Emperor of the Fan Kingdom Luo Yunyun came to ask for advice!"
Sweet and weak, but like a mandala, with a breath of death.
The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly felt a hint of spring...
At this moment, Jin Zhilin, who was brightly lit, was feeding the red bean sugar water to Ye Fan and laughed:
"You said, is this battle a complete victory for the National Master, or is the Eight-faced Buddha escaped?"
The red beans are bright, just like a woman's rosy lips.
"They win and lose, and life and death."
Ye Fan kissed red lips: "Only we are the ones who take it all..."