This kind of sound can fill people's ears with a deep chill in their bones.
It's hard to imagine that a mortal human body can be tempered to such an extent. It is simply a walking killing machine.
While walking, the strong men surrounding Lu Fan consciously made way for the dragon.
Finally, Jiaolong walked in front of Lu Fan.
"Despicable Chinese people, you really deserve to die. You actually dare to attack Mr. Luo, whom we have carefully trained. With your despicable hands, you dare to taint the envoys trained by our Dragon Temple in China. You know, training a person like this
How much manpower, material resources and financial resources will it cost us if people come out?"
Jiaolong was extremely heartbroken, but his blue eyes shone with a cold light, like a snake or a scorpion! "This slap is for you, the Dragon King!"
Suddenly! Jiaolong raised his right hand and slapped Lu Fan directly!
The strong wind tears!
"You lowly Chinese, kneel down!"
Accompanied by a roar.
Snapped!
Jiaolong slapped Lu Fan hard on the face!
Lu Fan didn't dodge at all and received the slap abruptly!
A harsh sound echoed over the warehouse.
The right side of Lu Fan's face suddenly became bruised and swollen, and five bright red slap marks were left deep on one side of his cheek.
"puff."
Lu Fan vomited blood from his mouth and looked at Jiaolong with cold eyes, without saying a word.
"Huh? He wasn't beaten to death."
Jiaolong stopped his hand, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The strength of his one hand has already reached an extremely high level. If this slap hits a normal person on the face, not only it can break the person's cheek, but at the very least, it will fly away and he will be able to crawl even if he is lying on the ground.
Can't get up.
But the man in front of him actually didn't move at all after being slapped by him, he just spit out blood...
Snapped!
Another loud noise!
Jiaolong slapped Lu Fan again on the left side of his face!
This time, he poured almost all his strength into his wrist. He could not tolerate that a lowly Chinese could stand on the ground unharmed under his slap! He believed that as long as Lu Fan dared,
If he doesn't hide, this slap will definitely crush half of his face! But if he dares to hide, what will happen to him will be an even crueler end!
Snapped!
This slap also hit Lu Fan firmly on the left side of Lu Fan's face.
Lu Fan flew directly upside down, spun around in the air several times, spraying blood mist, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"puff!"
Another mouthful of thick blood spurted out from Lu Fan's mouth. Lu Fan lay on the ground, his face swollen even more than once! The capillaries inside were directly broken due to the force of the slap on both cheeks.
, dense blood like beads of sweat seeped out from the pores, and the eyes were bloodshot, embarrassed, yet ferocious!
"Haha! How arrogant! You can't be more arrogant!"
When Fu Zikun saw Lu Fan lying on the ground, he burst out laughing. He was about to step forward and kick him a few times to vent his anger, but Jiaolong stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Aren't you afraid that he is pretending to be dead and then takes the opportunity to kill you?"
Jiaolong's Chinese was extremely poor, but he said with an unquestionable tone: "First let me cripple his limbs, beat him into a dead dog, put him in a cage, and then you can torture him slowly..."
After saying that, Jiaolong strode up to Lu Fan, bent down and reached out, grabbed Lu Fan's neck, and lifted him up from the ground.
"Tell me, where are you from?" Jiaolong stared at Lu Fan's bloodshot eyes and asked coldly.
Lu Fan's entire face was completely distorted, and blood was flowing from the corners of his crooked mouth. He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which all sprayed on Jiaolong's face that was so close.
.
"court death!"
Jiaolong was furious, and the right hand that gripped Lu Fan's neck suddenly became weak. He threw it upwards, and Lu Fan's body flew away like a kite with a broken string... Then, he lunged forward, bending his body into a running head.
The cheetah sprinted towards Lu Fan who was falling in mid-air. He waved his fists and waved an airtight black net in the air, covering Lu Fan. His heavy punches rained down on Lu Fan's out-of-control body.
superior!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...
Lu Fan's body in mid-air was like a drifting duckweed. He fell and was smashed away again. In an instant, he was hit by dozens of heavy punches and flew backwards for more than ten meters! The huge impact penetrated his body.
The bones and flesh caused his body to hit the metal shelf in the corner from the middle of the warehouse, with a loud bang! The shelf was smashed crookedly, and it actually fell on top of him.
