The screams in the courtyard were shocking, like hell on earth. Wherever the dark flames passed, there was an extra hole the size of a baby's fist on each person's body, as if high-temperature molten iron flowed through.
Standing in the middle of the yard, Liu Hanshi, Wang Kulu, Wang Ziyi and others stood there motionless, their shirts were soaked in cold sweat, and their whole body shook like sieve chaff.
The dozens of people brought by Liu Hanshi all lay on the ground in less than a minute.
Zhuo Bufan was still sitting calmly on the wooden chair, holding the teacup and sipping a sip of tea, looking like Tao Yuanming was leisurely in the south.
"Click!"
Zhuo Bufan gently covered the celadon tea cover, Liu Hanshi, Wang Kuliu, and Wang Ziyi all knelt on the ground with a thud.
The nasal cavity is full of a strong smell of blood, which makes people nauseate and disgusting.
Wang Kulu and Wang Ziyi's faces turned pale. They thought they had met two masters and had come into contact with some warriors and people from the Qimen. They would soon surpass Zhuo Bufan and return to Jinling to find their face.
Now they finally figured out that even if they worked hard for a lifetime, they would not be able to achieve such a method.
Liu Hanshi was shocked, and the middle of his pants became wet, and he was already scared to pee.
Although he had killed people, he did not kill dozens of people like Zhuo Bufan, and his face remained unchanged. Such a person was simply a demon crawling out of hell.
"Big Master."
At this moment, a group of people broke in outside, about hundreds of people in black clothes, and more than a dozen people in red clothes. Those people in red clothes were obviously warriors, and at the lowest level, they were all hidden power three levels.
, the leader was a middle-aged man with short hair like a steel needle, with a terrifying scar on his face.
The gunshots here obviously alarmed the people from the Qinglong Gang, and some people from the Qimen of the Warrior came to watch.
When everyone saw the scene in the yard, they couldn't help but take a breath.
Dozens of corpses were lying in the yard, and each had a hole on his body.
The old god Zhuo Bufan was sitting in the middle of the yard, and thirty-six dark flame lotus hang around his body, like a ghost fire in the underworld.
"Isn't this the Shadow Killing that killed Huiming and Huiri today?"
"It's him, I think the Park family members died at his hands."
"I thought he was Zhai Wanshou's disciple, but I didn't expect that he was a master of both magic and martial arts."
Someone exclaimed: "I can cultivate this kind of cultivation at such a young age, and I don't know what kind of sect's prince is."
The short-haired middle-aged man saw Liu Hanshi kneeling in the yard and clenched his fists, "Master, why are you kneeling down?"
Liu Hanshi turned a deaf ear to his words. He was completely shocked by the scene just now, and even a little confused. Without Zhuo Bufan's words, how could he dare to stand up?
"My friend, you came to our Xifeng Town and killed so many people from our Qinglong Gang. What do you want to do?" The middle-aged man with short hair looked like a knife and stared at Zhuo Bufan with sharp eyes.
"They are looking for death, I will send them a trip." Zhuo Bufan said lightly: "If you Qinglong Gang are not afraid of death, all of them come in."
"Kill me, there is only a dead end for those who offend our Qinglong Gang." The middle-aged man shouted loudly and jumped out with more than a dozen men in red clothes.
Two men in red dress formed seals with their hands, and instantly condensed white threads, and dense silk threads formed a large umbrella.
"Ning!" The two shouted loudly, and saw that the white silk was as solid as steel wire, which turned into a big umbrella, and flew towards Zhuo Bufan in a rotating manner, trying to stir him into meat scraps.
Two dark flame lotus directly hit the big white silk umbrella. In an instant, the big umbrella melted two holes. Before the two men in red who cast the spell could react, the two dark flames directly penetrated the chests of the two men.
The next burnt hole.
The two of them fell to the ground.
"No one is allowed to leave today." Zhuo Bufan shouted loudly, made seals with his hands, pressed them on the ground, and an instant light curtain enveloped the yard.
Some timid Qinglong members were about to escape, but after rushing out of the light curtain, their bodies collapsed like building blocks, and they fell into pieces, with their internal organs, intestines, ribs, and eyeballs all fell to the ground.
"Fight with him." The middle-aged man shouted loudly, jumped up, pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and shook his hands, and a cold light shone.
"The number one master under Liu Miao, Wan Po, I heard that he has already had the seventh level of secret force, and his sword skills are superb." Someone recognized his identity and spoke.
Wan Po held a sword in his hand and shook it casually. The soft sword immediately became straight and extremely hard. Several silver sword flowers were pulled out in the air. Each flower seemed to have just begun in early spring, and the light and shadow were in bud, and it reached Zhuo Bufan.
When I was in front of me, the flowers suddenly bloomed in bud.
Murderous intent was everywhere, and more than a dozen sword flowers opened and turned into hundreds of petals, coming towards Zhuo Bufan's face.
Zhuo Bufan stood proudly, his face calmly, and he didn't even move his steps under his feet.
"This is Wanpo's unique skill. It can pierce hundreds of swords in one second, which is so terrifying." Someone stumbled.
A trace of clarity and light flashed in Wan Po's eyes. Zhuo Bufan didn't avoid it at such a close distance, and there was only one way to die. As expected, he was too young and conceited. Some people died on conceit.
At this moment, Zhuo Bufan stretched out a white arm and put his two fingers together.
"Clang!"
Two fingers actually found the true body among countless sword flowers, and directly clamped the tip of the Han Jian's sword. Wan Po looked frightened, "You, how could you find the true body..."
"You are too weak." Zhuo Bufan said, and gently flicked his sword body with his finger.
A powerful force penetrated through the sword and penetrated Wanpo's arms. The muscles of the two arms exploded instantly, leaving only two thick white bones. The cold sword broke inch by inch and fell to the ground.
Thirty-six dark flame lotus flowers are like death harvesters, like wheat harvesting, and the whole yard is like a purgatory on earth.
"The Lord of the Hall... will avenge me..." Wan Po, who was lying on the ground, stared at Zhuo Bufan with his eyes tightly.
Zhuo Bufan waved his hand and a head soared into the sky, "I'll kill you again when your hall master comes."
These Qinglong Gang people did so many consciences. Zhuo Bufan would never be ruthless in killing them, and even if someone stepped on the ants, there would be no emotional fluctuations.
Liu Han was so scared that he was incontinent with his urination and defecation. Wang Kulu and Wang Ziyi's minds were blank. In the end, the little hatred towards Zhuo Bufan was completely replaced by fear. This guy was the devil of hell.
Even the warriors watching outside were rebellious and unmanaged by the state, but when they saw Zhuo Bufan slaughtering the people of the Qinglong Gang, they couldn't help but feel cold all over.
"Remember my name, Shadow Kill... Those who offend me will be killed without mercy." Zhuo Bufan's voice spread throughout everyone's ears, and his soul trembled. (To be continued)