Fan Bapeng stepped forward under the protection of the shield and glanced: "Are you the killer of Ye Fan?"
He had a look of disdain on his face, thinking he was some kind of tall-headed and six-armed figure, but he didn't expect him to be such a guy.
He's still a piece of trash with a lot of injuries.
The Eight-faced Buddha said calmly: "You shouldn't have come!"
"Nonsense, we are going to trade your head for another, can you not come?"
Fan Bapeng snorted: "I just didn't expect that the killer that Ye Fan is afraid of is a waste like you."
As long as the Eight-faced Buddha is powerful, he will not be injured. Now he is in such a mess, it shows that he has no ability.
The Eight-faced Buddha's eyes were gentle: "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 the family portrait and said, "Otherwise you wouldn't have rushed in so rashly to kill me."
Fan Bapeng raised the muzzle of his gun and sneered: "It sounds like he is very powerful."
"I don't care who you are, as long as you can get away with it and let the Imperial Master know how powerful I am, you must die."
He shouted impatiently: "Come here, chop him to death with a knife!"
It's too cheap to kill with one shot.
What he hates most is his opponents pretending to be inscrutable.
"call--"
Four Brahma swordsmen drew their daggers and struck at the Eight-faced Buddha.
The Eight-faced Buddha dodged and swept out with one kick. The three enemies fell away with a groan.
When Fan Bapeng and the others subconsciously took a step back, the Eight-faced Buddha grabbed the wrist of the last swordsman.
There was a click.
The Eight-faced Buddha twisted the opponent's arm.
Then he backhanded the knife and stabbed directly into the opponent's waist.
"flutter--"
Before the elites of the Brahma Kingdom screamed, the Eight-faced Buddha turned over and fell to the ground with his body.
He also pulled the sofa to cover himself and the body.
At the same moment, he pressed the watch on his left hand.
Hard and fast.
Fan Bapeng's face changed drastically and he shouted: "Be careful!"
The elite elites of the Brahma Kingdom who rushed forward subconsciously stopped.
"Ding--"
At this moment, I saw the microwave oven blocked by the glass door on the side, suddenly started to rotate.
A red light flashed.
There was a loud noise and the glass door shattered.
The basketball in the microwave exploded, and steel balls, nails, and chili powder were sprayed out.
The entire dining room was instantly covered in glass shards, chili powder and steel balls.
Fan Bapeng pulled a shield and fell down.
The elites of the Brahma Kingdom also immediately fell down, holding shields to protect their vitals.
But there were still a dozen or so people who were half a beat too slow to respond.
They were instantly hit by glass and steel balls.
Where there is no protection, blood is splattered.
The heartbreaking pain made them scream: "Ah——"
The huge shock wave also knocked them out, severely knocking over their companions who had no time to retreat.
In this chaos, the night vision goggles fell down, chili powder poured into the eyes, and there was another burst of ghostly crying and howling.
In the blink of an eye, more than forty people fell to the ground in a heap.
Many people not only had blood splattered on their bodies, but also had red and swollen eyes that kept rolling.
Fan Bapeng also fell more than ten meters and fell to the ground in severe pain. His face and neck were also hit by glass.
One of the pieces of glass nearly punctured his aorta.
When the chili powder hit, I gasped in pain.
He covered his neck and shouted: "Shoot, shoot, kill him!"
Dozens of elites from the Vatican Kingdom gritted their teeth and raised their firearms. Just as they were about to shoot, they saw flour falling in the hall.
It was white and gray, and it looked like falling snow in the night vision device.
The entire space was instantly filled with dust and became extremely turbid.
"Dust explosion?"
Fan Bapeng's eyelids twitched and he shouted: "Don't shoot, retreat quickly!"
He rolled over on the spot and rushed towards the door with all his strength.
The other companions also rolled and crawled back.
"boom--"
It's just that they moved quickly, and the Eight-faced Buddha was even faster. He had an extra gun in his hand and shot it directly in mid-air.
There was a loud noise, flames rose in the hall, the air sank, and everything within a radius of more than ten meters exploded.
Dozens of elites from the Brahma Kingdom were flying around like people stuck in paper.
They either hit the wall or hit the tables and chairs. They were not killed, but almost all were injured.
Many people also had their hair and eyebrows burned off.
Fan Bapeng fell to the ground again, his bones seemed to be falling apart, and blood was pouring from his neck.
He was very angry. He never thought that the Eight-faced Buddha could be so insidious and cunning.
He didn't even expect that the other party would severely injure all the elites of the Brahma Kingdom using daily necessities and electrical appliances.
"boom--"
After two consecutive explosions severely damaged the team of the Eight-faced Buddha, the Eight-faced Buddha threw away the body and the sofa.
Then he grabbed a dagger and stood up from the ground.
Without stopping, the Eight-faced Buddha charged straight forward.
On the way, he raised his hand and the dagger flew out with a roar.
A struggling Vatican gunman was shaken, and a stream of blood spurted out from his neck.
"Whoosh——"
When the opponent staggered and fell to the ground, the Eight-faced Buddha stepped forward and closed the distance between the two like a phantom.
He slammed into the corpse's arms.
The corpse flew out, blood spurted from the mouth and nose, and hit three elites of the Vatican Kingdom.
When the three of them fell into a heap, the Eight-faced Buddha had already stepped forward and grabbed a gun.
"Bang bang bang!"
In the six gunshots, six elites of the Brahma Kingdom were shot in the heart and died without even screaming.
Throwing knives, hitting people, grabbing guns, and shooting, the Eight-faced Buddha shows off his style like a rainbow.
In the blink of an eye, the Eight-faced Buddha killed thirty people, brutally, roughly, but calmly.
When Fan Bapeng saw this, he shouted repeatedly: "Shoot, shoot!"
"Da da da!"
At this time, a dozen Sanskrit gunmen who still had fighting ability endured the pain of being shocked and raised their weapons.
They all fired at the eight-faced Buddha.
The Eight-faced Buddha, who had used up all his bullets, did not show any fear at all. He suddenly bent over and rolled out, as agile as a civet cat.
The bullets hit the wall with a shocking bang.
The next second, the Eight-faced Buddha ejected again. Pulling the chandelier above his head, he lifted up by two points and soared into the air.
Then without waiting for the muzzle to lock, he quickly knocked down one person and used both feet to exert force.
Click!
The targeted Vatican gunman screamed and died.
The last afterimage in his eyes was the Eight-faced Buddha grabbing his gun and ruthlessly killing three of his companions.
"Bang bang bang!"
Several bullets were fired at Fan Bapeng.
Fan Bapeng also reacted very quickly and pulled the shield in front of him.
Then he jumped out and tried his best to evacuate towards the door.
"Protect the prince!"
Seeing that the Brahma Bapeng was in danger, the rest of the Brahma Kingdom's elites burst out with their final fighting spirit.
They raised their injured bodies upright and fired continuously at the Eight-faced Buddha.
Bullets poured down like raindrops, making the wall bang.
Stone chips flew everywhere and gunshots thundered, but there were no screams.
In the smoke, the Eight-faced Buddha reappeared unscathed.
He held a gun in his hand.
He got close to the elites of the Brahma Kingdom and fired bullets.
"ah--"
As several warheads flew, three elite elites of the Brahma Kingdom fell to the ground with bullets between their eyebrows.
Then there was another gunshot, and the bullet penetrated the throat of another Vatican elite.
As blood splattered, the gun muzzle deflected again.
"Bang bang bang!"
Three more wounded Vatican gunmen died with a flash of their heads.
"Withdraw! Withdraw! Withdraw!"
The power of the Eight-faced Buddha was beyond the expectations of the Eight-faced Buddha.
He angrily yelled at his men to retreat, but no one responded.
There were only a few shrill screams.
Then, the entire hall became dead silent, with only the crackling of burning debris.
There is no doubt that all forty-eight of his subordinates have been killed by the Eight-faced Buddha.
Fan Bapeng retreated to the door in embarrassment.
"Whoosh——"
The Eight-faced Buddha used up all the bullets, raised his left hand, and shot the sword towards him.
Fan Bapeng turned his head subconsciously, feeling that death was approaching, but he could not avoid it at all.
He could only watch helplessly as the flying knives came.
"Certainly!"
Just when Fan Bapeng's throat was about to splatter with blood, a cold voice came from the door.
The flying dagger stopped instantly and was fixed on Fan Bapeng's throat, unable to move forward even half a minute.
The face of the Eight-faced Buddha changed slightly.
Then, a woman appeared, reached out with one hand, and held the fallen dagger.
"Luo Yunyun, the emperor of the Brahma Kingdom, came to ask for advice!"
It is charming and weak, but like a mandala, it carries the aura of death.
The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly felt a hint of spring chill...
At this moment, the brightly lit Jin Zhilin and Song Hongyan were feeding Ye Fan some red bean syrup and said with a smile:
"Tell me, in this battle, did the Imperial Master win a complete victory, or did the Eight-faced Buddha escape?"
The red beans are bright, just like a woman’s rosy lips.
"They win or lose, live or die." Ye Fan kissed his red lips: "We are the only ones who take it all..."
