Looking at Ye Fan's nighthawk's posture as if he was catching prey, Jin Jiuzhong could even feel the cold air coming out of the blade!
Jin Jiuzhong's mouth could not stop touching. Under this absolutely fierce attack, he had no time to replace the bullets and dodge.
He could only raise his sniper rifle to parry.
Almost as soon as he lifted it up, the Yuyan Sword slashed down.
"when!"
A crisp sound of metal collision sounded, and a series of burning sparks flashed.
Jin Jiuzhong was shocked and there was a mark on the barrel.
"when!"
Ye Fan spun half his body and waved his sword and slashed hard.
Jin Jiu's roared and revealed his potential, and his feet stepped back three times.
Then he raised his sniper rifle again to block it.
"when--"
The sniper rifle blocked Ye Fan's sword again.
However, this sword was extremely powerful, which made the golden nine-level tiger's mouth numb, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
He stepped back five steps uncontrollably, then pulled out a baton with a sniper rifle.
The military spear is extremely dark, with two words engraved: White Tiger.
Obviously this is a good handful of things.
He held the hand of the military sect and gently poked it forward, posing in a practical fighting position, staring at the other party without blinking.
It is full of momentum, but the wrists are constantly shaking, and it is obvious that the impact is quite strong.
"The first shot in the South, why don't you use a gun?"
When Ye Fan saw Jin Jiuchong's resentful expression, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that your pride tonight is about to end."
Jin Jiuchong sneered: "You don't seem to have taken advantage of you."
Most of this battle was overwhelming Ye Fan.
“I’m warming up.”
Ye Fan smiled and said, "It's time to deal with you after warming up."
"I didn't kill you with just one move, I just wanted you to slowly feel despair."
He said calmly: "You will tell me later, who ordered you to kill me."
"Go to die!"
Without saying nonsense, Jin Jiuzhong roared and slashed at Ye Fan again.
Ye Fan couldn't stop touching the corner of his mouth, and moved his body and used a backhand sword to block the Kinjiu Level.
Jin Jiuzhong narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly poked out his army's spear and raised it up.
"Baihu vomits letter!"
The next moment, five cold lights suddenly appeared in Ye Fan's vision.
The light is bright and almost dazzling.
Five steel needles burst out from the military spear and shot directly at Ye Fan who was fighting.
The steel needle also had a red light, like a match that was rubbed out.
Everything was born in an instant, and it did not give Ye Fan any chance to fight. The timing was just right.
"Shameless!"
Ye Fan's eyes showed a touch of joke, and then he spread out his willow steps towards the wind, his figure flashing in the woods, as quick as a ghost.
Five steel needles were lost in succession, and the ninth level of the Golden Gate did not stop at all. The military spear was a little bit, and three more needles were shot at Ye Fan, like a meteor.
But he never stabbed Ye Fan.
He could only roar and slash out the military sect at Ye Fan repeatedly.
Ye Fan first avoided it, then rushed out with a sword, holding the opponent's army: "There are too many small means, and it is difficult to make the climate."
"die!"
Jin Jiuzhong's body sideways, and his left hand suddenly blasts at Ye Fan, exploding all his strength.
Ye Fan did not turn his body aside this time, and raised his hand and punched him.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided fiercely, making a dull sound, and a shrill scream.
Jin Jiu's entire left arm softened, and he fell out like a kite with a broken string, and he was no longer as powerful as he had just killed everyone.
Ye Fan stood still.
Jin Jiuchong looked down at the blood flowing from his left fist. There was a narrow blood hole in his fist, which was not big, but it was heartbreaking:
Then, he shouted at Ye Fan in anger: "Despicable! Shameless!"
Ye Fan smiled and opened his palm, there was a steel needle inside.
The needle tip was stained with red blood, which was exactly the hidden weapon that Jin Jiuzhong had just shot at Ye Fan:
"This steel needle is the steel needle shot out by your army. You can shoot me with it, but I can't deal with you?"
After saying that, he bolted the steel needle away.
Jin Jiu's fists were tight, but they were irrefutable: "Shameless!"
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Okay, I have been playing for so long, it's time to end."
After saying that, Ye Fan took a sudden step and approached Jin Jiu's body again.
The face of Jin Jiuhe was as deep as water. A group of military sects were as deep as water.
Ye Fan raised his right hand and blocked it with the Fish Intestine Sword.
Then, one hand pushed it directly without hesitation.
"Swoosh--"
Jin Jiuzhong gave up the military sect, and his hands were wrong, turning defense into attack.
But unexpectedly, Ye Fan, who was so powerful, was unmoved at all and took a big step forward again.
"Bang!"
One hand strangely bypassed the protection and hit Jin Jiuzhong's body heavily.
The nine-level golden slab, which was so sharp just now, was spewed out uncontrollably and his body shook violently.
But Jin Jiulei was also considered powerful and did not retreat. He maintained his left hand and directly hit Ye Fan's ribs.
"Bang!"
Just as Jin Jiu broke Ye Fan's rib with an important punch, Ye Fan also withdrew his palm and went straight down, holding Jin Jiu's wrist at once.
As hard as a stone.
"kill!"
Ye Fan suddenly burst out with wildness, and held Jin Jiu's hand and broke it hard.
The whole person is close again.
Jin Jiuzhong shook his body and retreated half a meter later, and a large mouthful of blood was spewed out with a pounce, and then he knelt straight on the ground.
His face was ashes.
Before Jin Jiuzhong struggled to get up, Ye Fan had already grabbed his neck with one hand:
"Tell me, who gave you the order..."
Jin Jiuzhong's mouth is touching...
At six o'clock in the evening, the Hongdou Club was brightly lit and full of traffic.
This is a club where people from the South often gather. They are either handsome men and beautiful women or powerful businessmen, and many of them have familiar faces.
So when Ye Fan stepped into the guild hall, the guests from the southern country who were looking for fun did not show any abnormalities.
But Ye Fan could feel a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark.
Those eyes were filled with a strong murderous intent.
He locked himself tightly.
Ye Fan smiled faintly but didn't care. He glanced at the Acacia Pavilion on the fifth floor, and then carried a guitar box to the fifth floor.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the fifth floor, a man from the South China flashed out, with a look of silence blocking Ye Fan's way.
Ye Fan ran over without even looking at it.
"Bang--"
The two rushed forward almost at the same time, and their bodies were intertwined in an instant.
The dull sound of limb collisions sounded, and the air waves that were shaken by each blow made people feel heart-shaking.
The man in the South took two steps back, but Ye Fan directly pressed up.
The man in the South was not simple either, so he suppressed the rolling blood and rushed up again.
He clenched his fists and banged at Ye Fan's head.
But Ye Fan's reaction was even better.
He calmly turned his head to avoid it, and then put his left hand on the railing and kicked it.
"Swoosh--"
Fast and ruthless.
The man in the South Kingdom felt a slump and his face immediately changed.
The body that rushed forward paused suddenly, then leaned back instantly.
Ye Fan's feet swept across his face.
Just when the man in the South thought he had avoided Ye Fan's killing move, Ye Fan swept his right foot and swept down.
The man in the South China suddenly widened his eyes, and he avoided with all his strength, but he was slower by half a beat, and his chest was already hit by Ye Fan.
A sharp pain poured in.
The middle-aged man kicked his legs hard, and then he avoided Ye Fan's attack immediately.
"flutter!"
A large mouthful of blood gushed away, and the man in the South China's face instantly depressed.
He wanted to struggle, but his ribs hurt and then fell down.
"Regist your breathing well, otherwise it will be ruined."
Ye Fan walked by him calmly, his eyes always looking at Xiangsi Pavilion.
He raised his foot and took a step. Ye Fan's movements were still as casual as usual, but his man was already standing at the door of Xiangsi Pavilion.
The door opened silently the moment Ye Fan touched it.
Ye Fan's vision was immediately clear.
I saw that the pearl curtains were still hanging down in the huge wing room.
"Crazy--"
A beautiful woman who is so delicate that she is getting up from a bathtub...
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "President Jin, good evening..."