The three Pang Xinghai brothers looked around cautiously. Except for Ye Fan and the other two, there was no one else.
In the spacious lobby.
Ye Fan sat on a chair and sipped tea. Jiang Long eagerly walked to the center and hooked his hands, "Come here, I'll play with you."
"What's the meaning?"
"The meaning is very simple, I will pick all of you."
Pang Xinghai and others were shocked, followed by overwhelming anger, and the minions behind them couldn't help but roar.
Who are you looking down on?
Pang Xinghe had a bad temper and was furious.
"Brother, there's no need for ink. Since this idiot is looking for death, let's send him on his way first."
"Fuck me!"
Suddenly, the war was about to break out.
Ye Fan didn't even raise his eyes, blowing on the tea and tasting it seriously.
And Jiang Long.
No one can defeat him wherever he looks.
A pair of iron fists, indestructible. The steel knife broke when hit, and the ribs of the person hit were shattered and the chest was dented.
"hold head high!"
The river dragon roared wildly, and a roar of dragon roared out.
Thousands of people on the field had their eardrums shattered, and their ears and noses were bleeding. In this moment, Jiang Long attacked like crazy.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people were eliminated.
"Puff puff."
Every time Jiang Long made a move, he would bring out a piece of blood.
Three minutes later.
One-third of the thousands of men and horses were killed or wounded.
"How can it be!"
The eyes of the three Pang Xinghai brothers were about to burst, and their jaws dropped in shock.
What kind of monster is this? It can actually fight a thousand people one by one and still have the upper hand.
Even TV dramas wouldn’t dare to act like this!
"ah!"
There was a scream, and blood spattered Pang Xinghai's face.
Pang Xinghai was startled, and when he came to his senses, he yelled crazily: "Kill, kill, kill them all!"
"kill!"
Pang Xinghe rushed away with a big knife.
Jiang Long turned around, with disdain on his lips, and flew into the air with a flying kick, knocking Pang Xinghe away and hanging him on the chandelier.
Click.
The chandelier couldn't bear the weight and fell, hitting the ground along with Pang Xinghe. All the bones in its body were broken.
"Dick!"
"Second brother!"
Pang Xinghai and Pang Xinghu screamed.
The crushing situation continues.
One thousand people become five hundred, five hundred become three hundred, three hundred become one hundred...
"vomit!"
Until the end, Pang Xinghai couldn't hold on anymore. The whole sight was bloody and cruel, shocking. It would be an exaggeration to say that he was in a hell on earth.
Even though he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, he couldn't help but spit out sour water at this moment.
Even the officer Pang Xinghu felt his scalp numb and his legs trembling; suddenly, he touched the gun at his waist.
moment.
He calmed down.
Guns are a good thing and can give people a sufficient sense of security.
"Boy, go to hell!"
Pang Xinghu screamed ferociously, took out his gun, and wanted to shoot Jiang Long.
But I don’t know when.
Ye Fan appeared next to him, held the pistol, and then...
boom!
Under Pang Xinghu's horrified eyes, the pistol was crushed... and his hand was crushed to pieces.
It was quiet for a few seconds.
Then, Pang Xinghu screamed like a slaughtering pig, fell to the ground and wailed; "My hand...ah, my hand...Brother, my hand is useless...
ah!"
"The third child!"
Pang Xinghai exclaimed.
Looking up, he was shocked to find that Jiang Long had knocked away the last person, looking at him with a strange smile on his face covered in blood.
That smile was cold and terrifying.
Pang Xinghai fainted with a cry.
"Dragon King."
At this time, the attendant brought wet wipes and clothes.
Jiang Long wiped the blood on his face, washed his hands, walked over while changing clothes, and asked with a smile: "Brother Fan, how are you doing? Is it not bad?"
"good."
Ye Fan nodded.
Jiang Long occupies a geographical advantage. This place is too small for a thousand people to perform, but no matter what, it is still very strong against a thousand people.
Jiang Long gasped.
He was also exhausted. If hundreds more people came, he might not be able to deal with them and would reach his limit.