In the alley, there was silence and deathly silence.
The scarred-faced man who had been so arrogant before turned pale, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Everything that just happened had an unprecedented visual impact on him.
At this moment, Dawu was paralyzed more than ten meters away from him. His entire right arm seemed to have been shot by a hail of bullets, dripping with blood and covered with bones.
Xiao Wu was embedded in the cracked wall, his lower abdomen was dented, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.
The scar-faced man couldn't imagine how there could be such a terrifying power in this world that could directly kick people into the wall!
Brother Scar is definitely not a coward. He licks blood from his knife all the time and lives with his head on his waist!
But now, he regretted it so much that his intestines were blue!
If he had known this, even if he was given ten million, let alone one million, he would not be willing to take the business!
At this time, he noticed that a harmless smile suddenly appeared on Ye Fan's face, and then he walked towards him step by step.
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
Every footsteps was like a war drum on the battlefield, beating on his chest, causing his blood to surge up.
At this moment, Ye Fan seemed extremely relaxed, as if he had just swatted two flies to death.
Since becoming the fourth level of Qi Refining, ordinary warriors are no match for Ye Fan!
In his eyes, the offensive launched by brothers Da Wu and Xiao Wu just now was as slow as a snail.
In terms of strength, the two of them can't even keep up with Lin Potian, a fifth-grade warrior. How can Ye Fan care?
On the other side, the scarred man stood there blankly, showing no intention of escaping or fighting to the death with Ye Fan.
In terms of combat power, he is far inferior to Da Wu and Xiao Wu!
And the terrifying strength that Ye Fan showed just now has completely crushed him!
"call!"
The scar-faced man took a deep breath, as if he had made some decision, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly dug his right hand into his coat, and actually took out a pocket Brown from his waist.
Ning pistol.
The black gun muzzle was pointed at Ye Fan's head.
Suddenly, murderous intent overflowed!
The cold pistol, like the sickle of death, brought unprecedented oppression to Ye Fan.
…
Guns are banned in China, guns are extremely rare!
The Browning held by the scarred man at the moment is known as the "Thunder in the Palm". It is small in size. The total length of the gun is only 11.4 centimeters. It is much shorter than the palm of an adult male. Even if it is held in the hand, it is not noticeable.
It has good concealment and can attack the enemy unprepared.
Although the range is not too far, he is only a few meters away from Ye Fan at this moment, which can be said to be a sure-kill distance.
In his opinion, even if he closed his eyes, he could blow Ye Fan's head open.
This Browning pistol is the scar-faced man’s greatest reliance!
However, he would never use it unless absolutely necessary.
On a normal day, even if he commits murder and arson, as long as he escapes, it will become an unsolved case and it will be difficult for the police to pursue him.
But once the shots were fired, the nature of the incident was completely different.
Unless you escape abroad, you will face an all-round pursuit as long as you are in China for one day.
But now, facing the terrifying Ye Fan, he has no choice!
However, the scarred-faced man holding the Browning seemed to have regained his confidence, feeling as if he was in control of the entire situation and was sure of victory.
Suddenly, a vicious smile appeared on his face, and at the same time he stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, turned on the Browning safety, put his finger on the trigger, and said with a ferocious smile:
"Hahaha... Boy, I admit that your strength is far beyond my imagination! But so what? No matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of pistols. A 'peanut' will teach you how to be a human being!"
Looking at the black muzzle in front of him, Ye Fan was shocked except for the beginning. After a while, he looked as usual again. Not only did he not have any fear on his face, but he still looked eager to try, as if he was expecting something.
.
"Haha...Brother Scar, is this your last trump card? If so, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you!" Ye Fan said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"You brat, you are about to die, and you still dare to show off in front of me?!"
Ye Fan showed no fear at all, which completely angered the scar-faced man, and he roared at the top of his lungs:
"Boy, if you are wise, you should waste your efforts. Otherwise, I will shoot you in the head right now and send you to see the Lord of Hell!"
Upon hearing this threat, Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward and puffed out his chest, as if he was going to hit the muzzle of the scarred man's gun.
Seeing this scene, the scarred man panicked and said angrily: "Boy, what are you doing, are you looking for death?!"
"Haha...Brother Scar, you should shoot! Don't be like a bitch!" Ye Fan provoked.
"You brat, are you really not afraid of death? No matter how fast you are, you can't dodge the bullets!" The scar-faced man said through gritted teeth.
"Who said I have to hide?"
Ye Fan took another step forward, and was less than five meters away from the scarred man. At the same time, he said, "I'll stand still and let you fight!"
…
"boom!"
As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunder that exploded in the ears of the scar-faced man. The corners of his eyes twitched and big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Are you kidding me? Stand still and let me hit you?
Does this kid think he is immortal?!
No!
He must be deliberately provoking me, trying to get close to me in this way, and then looking for opportunities to prepare for a counterattack.
Thinking of this, the scarred man took a few steps back and distanced himself from Ye Fan, fearing that Ye Fan would suddenly attack him.
Seeing the scar-faced man looking like he was facing a formidable enemy, Ye Fan laughed and said:
"Ah ha ha ha... Brother Scar, you are too cowardly. I feel ashamed of you! You are holding a gun, but I am unarmed, but you are so scared that you pee and don't even dare to fire the gun! Yes.
I think you shouldn’t follow other people’s ways and just go home to farm and sell sweet potatoes!”
"you!"
Hearing this, the scar-faced man turned livid with anger and said through gritted teeth: "You brat, do you think I really dare not kill you? You forced me to go and die!"
As he spoke, a look of madness flashed in his eyes, and he no longer cared about reason. He pointed the gun at Ye Fan's eyebrows, and then suddenly pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
The next moment, a cold bullet came out of the chamber. The strong murderous intention condensed at this moment, and shot towards Ye Fan's eyebrows with a sound of piercing the air.
The speed is so fast that it has almost exceeded the limit of human eyesight.
In the view of the scar-faced man, it was absolutely impossible for Ye Fan to survive at such a close distance!
However, that bullet is fast, but Ye Fan is even faster!
When the scar-faced man pulled the trigger, Ye Fan had a thought in his mind and used the power of Xuanwu he had just comprehended. The inner energy in his Dantian surged out like the Yangtze River bursting its banks, displaying the magical power of "Golden Light Divine Armor"!
"boom!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan's body was covered with a layer of solid golden armor, covering every part of his body.
The golden light shines, and the divine power surges.
Ye Fan, who was wearing the golden divine armor, exuded an extremely powerful aura. He was completely different from the two before. He carried a domineering and unparalleled aura in his every move, like a god. The bright light on the golden armor made him
People dare not look directly, they almost want to worship.
For a time, the whole world was illuminated, as if there was an extra sun out of thin air.
And all of this happened in an instant.
"Zheng!"
At this moment, the bullet finally hit Ye Fan between his eyebrows.
But when it touched the Golden Light Divine Armor, the bullet seemed to have lost all power and fell to the ground slumped.
On the other side, a few meters away, the scarred-faced man saw something strange on Ye Fan, as if he had seen something incredible, looking like he had "seen a ghost"!
Stop bullets with your body!
He never dreamed that such a terrifying existence existed in the world!
What frightened him even more was that the golden armor on Ye Fan's body brought an unprecedented shock to his soul.
Even after many years, he will never forget the scene before him.
At this moment, Ye Fan was like a god from the nine heavens descending to the world.
He looks down upon the world and is proud of all the heroes, enough to make all directions surrender, and thousands of dynasties come to worship him.