Tang Fan was driving on the road when he suddenly heard a burst of intense gunfire, followed by the sound of fighting.
Tang Fan accelerated and rushed over, only to see three black Land Rovers parked on the side of the road. The car bodies were smashed into sieves, and the driver fell into a pool of blood and had long since expired.
Two groups of people were fighting fiercely, and one of them was Lang Jie.
Lang Jie was about to go to see Lord Jin. He had reminded Tang Fan to pay attention to safety on the phone before, but he was careless.
The opponents were all wearing camouflage uniforms, and their killing moves were instantaneous. Everyone exuded a strong smell of blood.
The person fighting against Lang Jie was a bald man. He held a long black stick made of fine iron in his hand and danced vigorously, forcing Lang Jie to fight and retreat.
A subordinate stepped forward to protect Lang Jie, but as soon as he rushed over, he was hit on the shoulder by an iron rod. He screamed, half of his arm was smashed to pieces, and he fell to the ground twitching.
"Lang Jie, I have no grievances against you. All I do is lick blood from the tip of a knife. If you want revenge, go to the underworld and find Bajimen!"
The bald man laughed coldly and rushed towards Lang Jie with a stick.
"Xuetou, I didn't expect Bajimen to invite you here. You are really willing to spend money!"
This bloody head is one of the top 100 masters in the Killer League, and is more ferocious than the greedy ghosts Tang Fan killed before.
Lang Jie waved his sword to resist, but he was obviously no match for Bloodhead.
"Big brother, little brother is here!"
Tang Fan shouted, rushed over, and at the same time took out his flying sword and shot at the crowd.
The sword light was bright, and it arrived in an instant, killing two men in camouflage uniforms with a roar.
Xue Tou stared at the sword array hovering in the air, frowned, and reminded loudly: "Brothers, be careful, this sword array is an immortal sect technique!"
"You have some knowledge!"
Tang Fan stabilized his body, turned around and said to Lang Jie: "Brother, ask your brothers to step back."
Lang Jie knew Tang Fan's strength and immediately ordered his subordinates to retreat around him.
"So what about the immortal magic? It's not like I haven't killed anyone before!"
The bloody head stared at Tang Fan without any fear. He pointed at the iron rod and said, "Since you are seeking death, I will help you!"
While the bloody head rushed up with his stick, he also commanded: "Brothers, the people in the Immortal Sect practice Qi, and their martial arts are average. If you break his body, he will not be able to exert his power!"
Bloodhead gave the order, and everyone rushed towards Tang Fan, with murderous intent showing in their eyes.
Their bloodthirsty gazes were so frightening that even Tang Fan couldn't help but feel terrified.
Lang Jie reminded: "Brother, be careful, this bloody head is at the level of King Wu!"
"Don't be afraid, I'm just trying to kill a Martial King to practice my skills!"
While Tang Fan stared at the bloody head, he took out two magic pills from his storage bag and threw them at the people who were rushing towards him.
With a "bang" sound, as the Mystic Pill shattered, a stench filled the air with a black mist, instantly surrounding the killers.
"Close your eyes and hold your breath, this... this seems to be the poisonous elixir of the Nine Puppet Sect!"
Bloodhead shouted loudly, but it was already too late.
Although the level of this Mystic Pill is not high, it is refined by the Nine Puppet Sect’s collection of dead souls and death energy, and is specially designed to control the vitality of all things.
As the poison gas spread, each of those people seemed to have lost their souls. First they stood there with confused eyes, and then they started shouting and beating like crazy, fighting with each other.
"You are so young and so sinister, I will do justice to God today!"
The bloody head was extremely fast, as if the man and the stick were merged into one, turning into a burst of afterimages and hitting Tang Fan's head.
"Are you worthy of doing justice for heaven?"
Tang Fan raised the dragon's spine above his head and withstood the blow.
"Bang!"
There was a loud sound in the air, like gold and iron intersecting, deafening.
Tang Fan was so shocked that his hands were numb and his feet were weak. He almost fell off the ground and the Dragon Spine in his hand almost flew out.
Fortunately, this dragon's spine is the most precious treasure in the world, and it helped Tang Fan offset more than half of the opponent's strength. Otherwise, with just one blow, Tang Fan's meridians would be severed.
In the realm of King Wu, the inner strength is unfathomable and should not be underestimated!
"Your boy's physical strength is actually much stronger than I thought!"
Little did Bloodhead know that Tang Fan's body had been transformed by dragon crystal.
The bloody head smiled ferociously, swept the iron rod across, and a black shadow hit Tang Fan's waist with a strong wind.
If this hit, Tang Fan would probably be split into two.
Black shadows surrounded Tang Fan. Even if he used the Nine Turns of Heaven and Earth Step, he still could not avoid the area covered by the black shadows.
Tang Fan took a breath, jumped into the air, and at the same time swung the dragon's spine to hit the blood head's head.
"This wonderful weapon is mine!"
Unexpectedly, Tang Fan's reaction was exactly Xue Tou's plan.
He threw it hard and hit Tang Fan with the iron rod. At the same time, he jumped up and raised his hand towards the dragon's spine.
His palm exuded a fiery aura, and there was a faint red light coming out, and he grabbed the other end of the dragon's spine.
He wants to snatch the dragon's spine with his bare hands!
"Arrogant!"
Tang Fan had a sneer on his face. This dragon spine is the backbone of the ancient Dragon Emperor. He himself has absorbed the dragon crystal. He has long been closely connected with the dragon spine, making it difficult for others to take it away!
Tang Fan did not dodge, and stretched out his hand to continuously inject Qi into the dragon's spine.
The white light of the dragon's spine was bright, and the cold air was overwhelming, as if it were ten thousand years of frost, and it instantly covered the blood-headed palm.
"ah!"
The blood-headed palm was invaded by the cold air, which was so cold that it hurt so much that he immediately let go of his hand.
"You...what are you doing!"
Xue Tou looked down at his white and stiff palms, unable to make a fist anymore.
If he had let go any later, his entire hand would have been destroyed.
"So much nonsense!"
Tang Fan clenched his fist and punched out, finally having time to use the Nine Turns Divine Gang Fist.
"Broken Wind!"
"thunderbolt!"
Tang Fan punched twice in succession, the strong wind brought fierce flames, and a wave of heat rushed towards the bloody head.
"Vajra Body Protector!"
As Xuetou stepped back, he released his energy, and his body suddenly became as hard as iron, blocking out the fiery breath.
However, he was still swept away by the wind of the fist, and he took several steps back in embarrassment before regaining his balance.
"puff!"
Xue Tou spat out a mouthful of thick blood on the ground, and said with a ferocious smile: "It has been many years, and you are the first person to make me vomit blood!"
"I am still the first person to kill you!"
Tang Fan jumped in front of him and slapped his chest with his palm.
"Thousands of chariots are like the palm of the sun!"
There was a burst of golden light, and a huge handprint appeared out of thin air. It held a looming white sun and shot towards the blood head quickly.
The rays of light seemed to cover the sky and the earth. Xue Tou was frightened, and a strong life and death crisis surged into his heart.
He didn't dare to carry it hard, so he raised his speed to the limit and turned into a black shadow and fled to the side.
"boom!"
A huge deep pit appeared on the ground, with sand and rocks flying everywhere. His head was covered in blood, and he was in a miserable state. He finally escaped the fatal blow.
"Boy, do you really think I have no means?"
The blood-head slapped his chest with both fists, spurting out several mouthfuls of blood. Although his face was pale, his breath changed, and he clenched his fists and flew towards Tang Fan.
"Like a shadow chasing a soul!"
Bloodhead did not hesitate to waste his vitality to trigger this blow that changed the color of the world.
A black shadow flashed in front of Tang Fan's eyes, like a black sharp sword, and a sense of death pressed into his heart.
He didn't dare to be careless, so he used the Nine Turns Universe Step to take advantage of his speed to dodge.
Blood Head was faster, Tang Fan was faster than Blood Head, and the two of them turned into afterimages in the air.
Just when Tang Fan thought he had escaped his attack, Bloodhead suddenly tilted his head and smiled, shouting: "One-eyed, shoot him to death!"
Tang Fan was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, the sound of airtight gunshots suddenly came from the front.
"No, he still has a hidden gunman!"
Lang Jie screamed in shock, and Tang Fan was instantly covered by fire.
"You have a backup plan, but I don't?"
Tang Fan patted his storage bag, quickly took out a talisman, squeezed it hard, and disappeared out of thin air!
The moment Tang Fan disappeared, a red light flew out and shot straight at the gunman hiding in the dark.