Chapter 1076 Grandmaster, divided into three, six, nine, etc.!
"Cut your head off and use it as a ball!"
Kongka was extremely arrogant and his tone was full of murderous intent.
The dozen or so soldiers at the rear all had malicious smiles on their faces.
In Siam, it has been a long time since ordinary people dared to provoke the warlords. In their eyes, "silly youths" like Ye Fan were fools willing to die.
"Hahaha……"
Suddenly, Ye Fan burst out laughing, looked at Kongka in front of him and said: "Since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan flicked his fingers slightly, his understatement was like flicking dust, without any lethality.
But the next moment, an invisible energy shot out from his fingertips.
"Whoosh!"
This energy may seem inconspicuous, but it is sharper than a divine weapon, so hard and strong that it can cut through iron like mud.
Caught off guard, Kongka had no time to react.
"昘!"
The sound of a sharp blade entering the body was heard.
Looking from a distance, I saw a bloody hole the size of a fist on Kongka's left chest, as if he had been hit by a cannonball.
The place where the heart used to be was now empty. It was obvious that the entire heart had been exploded. The red blood spurted out like a fountain, instantly dyeing his body red.
Kongka lowered his head, his facial features were distorted, and a very complex expression appeared on his face, including pain, shock, shock, and disbelief...
His mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but not even a syllable came out.
"thump!"
Immediately, his body fell to the ground, completely dead.
…
quiet!
Deathly silence!
For a moment, the venue was completely silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
The scene that happened in front of them had an unprecedented visual impact on everyone. They even thought that they were hallucinating or in a dream.
"Captain!"
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
It took more than half a minute before several Siamese soldiers came to their senses and rushed towards Kongka's body with roaring eyes.
"Release your inner strength and outwards?!"
Mr. Zhou couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise. His whole body tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy. Huge waves arose in his heart, and he was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised.
Sending the inner energy outward is the hallmark of a ninth-grade warrior. Even if there is no weapon in his hand, he can still cause huge damage by relying on the inner energy released outward.
As a master of martial arts, Mr. Zhou is naturally no stranger to expressing inner strength outwards.
But that blow just now was impeccable in both speed and strength.
Mr. Zhou secretly thought that he could barely do it, but it would take a long time to build up momentum, and he would never be able to do it as lightly and as easily as Ye Fan.
A master is like a dragon, rare in the world.
Now, a mysterious young master suddenly appears. How can Mr. Zhou not be surprised by this?
After pondering for a moment, Mr. Zhou looked at Ye Fan with fear and said in a deep voice: "Boy, who are you and which family sent you here? Don't think that you can destroy our Hua family and Kunpa.
A general’s marriage?”
Over the years, the Hua family has developed rapidly, and Hua Liancheng has even won the title of "Southern Guangdong Shipping King", but it has also offended many families and forces.
This time the Hua family is in trouble, and there may be many competitors secretly trying to add insult to injury.
In Mr. Zhou's opinion, Ye Fan was probably invited by those families!
"There is no family in the world that can help me! I just draw my sword to help when I see injustice!" Ye Fan said proudly, like a chivalrous and righteous swordsman in ancient times, a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness came out of his body.
Hua Jieyu next to him looked at him intently, her beautiful eyes shining with a strange light, feeling grateful and happy at the same time.
"Ho ho ho!"
Suddenly, a Siamese soldier roared: "Kill that Chinese boy and avenge Captain Kongka!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen soldiers took action, surrounding Ye Fan and Hua Jieyu, and the sadness in their hearts turned into overwhelming anger.
Immediately afterwards, they all reached to their waists, took out the pistols they carried with them, and pointed the black muzzles at Ye Fan.
The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became tense and tense, and even the air seemed to freeze.
After all, Hua Jieyu was a weak woman. She had never seen such a battle before. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and her delicate body trembled involuntarily.
But the next moment, a look of determination suddenly flashed in her eyes, as if she had made an important decision, and she said: "I'm going with you, please don't shoot, just let Mark go!"
In Hua Jieyu's view, this matter happened because of herself, and she would never want to implicate Ye Fan.
"Hmph! Captain Konka was Master Sabah's right-hand man, and now he died tragically on the street! If we don't kill this guy, won't General Kunpa's face be lost? We will become the laughing stock of other warlords! Fire!
"A Siamese warrior yelled.
Even if they shoot on the street, as long as General Kunpa comes forward afterwards, the matter can be easily suppressed.
The next moment, a dozen soldiers pulled the trigger one after another.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."
The bullets came out of the chest and shot at Ye Fan from all angles, as if they were going to beat him into a sieve.
"ah!"
Hearing the deafening gunfire, Hua Jieyu let out a scream, like a frightened deer, her knees weak.
The corners of Mr. Zhou's mouth in the distance rose slightly, revealing a vicious smile, looking at Ye Fan and secretly saying:
Hum... brat, so what if you have the realm of a master? Can't you still block bullets with your body?
But the next moment, the smile on Mr. Zhou's face froze instantly, his pupils shrank sharply into the most dangerous needle shape, his facial features were distorted, and he showed a ghostly expression, as if he had seen something incredible.
Looking from a distance, I saw those bullets stopped three inches in front of Ye Fan.
As long as he advances a little further, the bullet will penetrate Ye Fan's body.
But such a small distance seems to be so far away that it is simply insurmountable.
Time seems to be frozen at this moment.
…
"Oh my god...what the hell is going on?"
"What the hell, are you filming The Matrix?"
"Am I hallucinating?"
The Siamese soldiers screamed in surprise one by one.
At this time, Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a harmless smile, stretched out his right hand and pointed a finger in the air, and said at the same time:
"go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bullets in the air suddenly changed direction, as if they could understand Ye Fan's words, and became his soldiers, shooting away as fast as thunder.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."
The sound of a raging storm suddenly sounded.
The chests of more than a dozen Siamese warriors suddenly exploded with bright red blood flowers, splattering in the air, like an ancient Chinese splash-ink painting.
"Plop! Plop! Plop..."
The sounds of corpses falling to the ground came one after another, one after another.
Hua Jieyu next to her was completely confused, her mind went blank, and she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her.
Mr. Zhou's expression was extremely gloomy, as if he had eaten shit.
The emergence of thermal weapons also represents the decline of traditional martial arts.
Zhou Lao practiced martial arts at the age of six, practicing Sanfu in the summer and Sanjiu in the winter. He practiced twelve hours a day and never neglected a day for decades. Only then three years ago did he break through the bottleneck and advance to the master level.
Even so, with his strength, it is impossible to defeat the bullet, and if he is accidentally hit, he will die.
But he knows that there are three, six or nine levels of martial arts masters!
A master like himself can be regarded as the top of the pyramid in the secular world, enough to establish a sect, but in the hidden sect, he is not popular at all.
He had heard rumors that any named disciple from the hidden sect had the strength of a master. As for the elders and leaders of the sect, they were unparalleled existences. With a few clicks, they could destroy mountains, turn rivers upside down, and compete with legends.
There is no difference between the immortals in it!
Recalling the way Ye Fan showed off his magical powers just now, Mr. Zhou was able to confirm that Ye Fan was definitely a disciple of the hidden sect.
At this time, Hua Jieyu finally came to her senses, moved her lips, and murmured: "Ye Fan, you...you killed them all?"
"What? Miss Hua, do you blame me for being too harsh?" Ye Fan asked.
"No...it's not..." Hua Jieyu was certainly not a tactful person. She knew that if Ye Fan hadn't taken action just now, she would have been stripped naked and bullied.
"Ye Fan, thank you for saving me again!" She thanked her tenderly.
"It's nothing to worry about!" Ye Fan said with a smile.
Suddenly, Mr. Zhou came over angrily, pointed at Ye Fan's nose and yelled: "You brat, you have caused great harm to our Hua family!"
