He is the famous fierce bandit Xiong Yong, and he is also an awesome Huang Realm warrior.
Today, when I led the team to perform a mission and were about to win, they were hit by someone from a height of 100 meters.
Although Xiong Yong did not die immediately, he knew that most of his muscles and bones were broken and he would be paralyzed if he did not die, so he felt extremely sad and unwilling in his heart.
Ye Fan thought he would die cruelly, but he didn't expect that there was not a single injury on his body.
And underneath him was a middle-aged man who was injured.
"Thank God."
Ye Fan felt a sense of joy, and then glanced around.
The scene was in a mess, with broken limbs, more than thirty corpses, and traces of explosions, which showed that there had been a fierce battle here.
Then, he looked at the middle of the corpses. There were three cars standing there. The front and back of the cars were blood red, and the car bodies were also full of arrow marks and bullet holes.
In front of the Lincoln, half-kneeling, an old man in gray clothes was holding a blood-stained ax in his hand.
Panting, bruised all over, and exhausted.
Beside him, two women in blue clothes were lying dying.
Hidden behind the Lincoln car was Song Hongyan. She was not as unruly as before. On the contrary, she was unusually silent.
It was this silence that allowed her to take control of the last bit of initiative.
She held Browning tightly with both hands, and three shot killers lay at her feet.
There is no doubt that she killed them all.
Surrounding the Lincoln were six cold-blooded killers, each with a murderous intent and preparing for the final attack.
But at this moment, both sides were staring at Ye Fan, this guy who fell from the sky.
When Song Hongyan discovered that it was Ye Fan, she was stunned for a moment, and her cold eyes gained a touch of tenderness.
She never thought that Ye Fan would rescue her regardless of danger.
At this time, seeing Ye Fan's weird expression, Xiong Yong, who had recovered his breath, raised the military thorn with difficulty:
"Asshole, I'll kill you"
"boom!"
Frightened by Xiong Yong whose face was covered with blood, Ye Fan shook his wrist and hit half of the stone on the other person's forehead.
"thump!"
Xiong Yong's skull cracked, and he lay straight back, his life less alive. He was very sad and angry: "You, you"
"sorry Sorry"
Seeing that he had smashed the opponent's head again, Ye Fan was very embarrassed and hurriedly tried to get off Xiong Yong.
"Crack!"
There was another crisp sound, and Ye Fan pressed hard on the opponent's ribs. The broken ribs were completely broken and pierced into the opponent's chest.
"flutter--"
Xiong Yong's body shook, his face turned pale, and a stream of blood spurted out.
"Oops, I'm sorry!"
When Ye Fan saw that he was in trouble again, he hurriedly pulled out the ribs that had been pressed down.
"ah"
Xiong Yong instantly let out a scream, as sharp as a slaughtered pig, his eyes were blood red, and he wanted to strangle Ye Fan alive.
The hands that were raised into the air soon fell back weakly.
The vitality is extinguished, and the dead will not be able to rest in peace.
Xiong Yong never thought that he would fall short if he had a chance to win, let alone that he would be beaten to death in a majestic state.
He didn't even see Ye Fan's face clearly.
"died?"
Ye Fan looked at the stone in his hand and couldn't help but be in a daze. Will he die so soon?
He stood up quickly, only to see six killers rushing towards him with a crash.
They held scimitars in their hands, carried crossbows, and firearms, and their whole bodies exuded a violent aura.
Song Hongyan ran up from behind the car: "Ye Fan, be careful."
She pulled the trigger on an enemy, only to hear the gun click and run out of bullets.
"Second brother!"
Seeing that Xiong Yong was lifeless, the six killers were stunned for a moment, and then roared in grief and anger:
"Asshole! You killed the second brother! You killed the second brother!"
"We're going to kill you, kill you!"
A man with leopard eyes was even more furious: "Brothers, kill him, kill him, to avenge my elder brother."
"put!"
Ye Fan felt the danger, roared, pressed the stone with both hands, and the stone broke into more than a dozen pieces, and then swished out.
The gravel instantly shot up like dense rain.
"Pah, pah, pah—"
The six killers who were about to kill Ye Fan were instantly wounded and fell to the ground screaming.
The crossbows and firearms were also raised and fired towards the sky.
Then, Ye Fan flashed his body and was in front of a killer in an instant, waving his sword.
The killer's face changed drastically, and he instinctively raised his spur to block the attack.
"when--"
With a crisp sound, the fish intestines cut off the spines and then sank into the killer's neck.
Indestructible
"asshole!"
The leopard-eyed man didn't care, endured the pain and grabbed the gun.