Han Feng was like a big flying bird, flying towards Rogers and Hoja.
Huo Jia was so frightened by Han Feng's devilish skills and cruel killings that he rolled, crawled, and stumbled away to the main control room.
Han Feng naturally understood what he was planning, so how could he let him succeed?
His body spun around, following him like a shadow, and he rushed to Huo Jia.
Hoja was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart, and he cried out: "Stop him, stop him quickly!"
The holy warriors who rushed up saw only a dazzling light and shadow, and their souls and heads soared into the air. Amidst the hissing sound of blood mist, headless corpses fell one after another.
There was a holy warrior who couldn't bear the fear, and his fingers couldn't control his movements. With a bang, the gun went off. As soon as the gunfire rang out, almost all the holy warriors fired blindly, as if they were infected.
This time, the scene became even more chaotic. Many holy warriors screamed and fell to the ground. Most of them were injured by the guns of their own people.
Rogers was furious, picked up Qiushui who had fallen on the ground, and backed away under the cover of the holy warriors.
Huo Jia had already rushed to the door of the main control room, and just as he was about to rush in, Han Feng's military spurs had already arrived. The dark light, with the breath of death, instantly solidified Huo Jia's blood. Huo Jia was desperate. He knew that no matter what he did,
There was no way he could escape this fatal blow.
At this moment, there was a crisp sound of "chang rang", sparks flew everywhere, and the life-threatening spur was blocked by a saber.
Huo Jia narrowly escaped death. A long gash was cut on his face by a military thorn, and the bones were clearly visible. He howled miserably and rolled into the main control room.
The person blocking Han Feng was Pierre. The Brazilian had a ferocious face at the moment, his eyes were blazing red, and he stared at Han Feng fiercely, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces.
The surrounding air suddenly solidified, and the frightened holy warriors slowly surrounded him.
A holy warrior standing behind Han Feng held his breath and quietly raised the muzzle of his gun, aiming at Han Feng. His fingers slowly increased force. At this moment, a dazzling bolt of lightning shot through the air and pierced into his chest.
The soldier who made the sneak attack never expected that such an accident would happen. He howled miserably and fell to the ground on his back with eyes wide open in disbelief.
The knife was shot by Pierre. It could penetrate Yang at a hundred steps and kill him with one strike.
Han Feng smiled, he knew that Pierre didn't want him to die in the hands of others.
Pierre's voice was cold and bone-chilling: "This Chinese belongs to me. Without my order, whoever dares to shoot without permission will suffer the consequences!"
The surrounding holy warriors all changed their colors in shock.
Han Feng slowly inserted the military thorn into the sheath.
Pier's body shot up, and he rushed towards Han Feng with murderous intent.
Attack the person first and then attack closely. This is the secret of Gracie Jiu-Jitsu's invincibility.
Han Feng spun his heels, and his body suddenly flew up. Using his fingers and palms together, his fists and feet flew together, rolling towards Pierre like a stormy wave.
Both of them are Jiu-Jitsu masters. This is a real peak showdown, and a fierce life and death fight. Han Feng's "Piercing Flower Palm", "Shura Finger" and "Blood Tribulation Technique" are all used to the extreme.
His figure was like lightning, and he was as graceful as a butterfly, covering Pierre in the shadow of his palms.
Pierre's body is as agile as a snake, his attacks are like a tide, and his moves never leave Han Feng's vitals. He is a man born for martial arts, and his lifelong pursuit is to constantly defeat his opponents, even if it costs his life. Han Feng is his best player so far.
The most powerful opponent he has ever encountered, how could he miss the opportunity given by God?
The speed of the two people reached the extreme, and the figures suddenly separated and merged, like two lightning bolts piercing the sky, unpredictable. The raging murderous aura rotated, roared, and mercilessly devoured everything around them, including the holy warriors who were on guard next to them.
Seeing that the situation was not good, they had already fled far away, their souls gone. The injured soldiers who fell on the ground did not have such good luck. Wherever the agitated murderous intent went, blood rained down, and the skin and flesh were eroded. In an instant, these miserable howls
The holy warriors turned into white skeletons.
When everyone was still in shock, there was a sudden explosion, and two figures in the field suddenly separated. Bloody threads dripped from the corners of Han Feng's mouth. Pierre was even worse. He was cut by Han Feng's "Blood Tribulation Technique", and the blood all over his body rushed to his head.
, the blood vessels are almost bursting.
Pierre's eyeballs popped out and the pain penetrated his bones. This guy was so fierce. He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a blood arrow, which actually broke Han Feng's "Blood Tribulation Technique". Since his debut, Pierre has been invincible and invincible.
, in 499 duels, he always killed his opponent on the spot with absolute advantage. He didn't expect that he would be injured by Han Feng today.
Han Feng was also seriously injured. However, with his profound internal strength and unusual physique, coupled with his original healing method of Qi training, his internal Qi had already flowed through his limbs and bones while breathing, and the injuries to his lungs had also been alleviated.
A lot.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Pierre's expression became brighter. He looked up to the sky and let out a burst of laughter. His fists were slowly clenched, and the joints in his body made a "pop-pop" sound.
Han Feng was as still as water, as if he had merged with the surrounding air.
At this moment, a cold voice sounded: "Han Feng?"
Han Feng didn't need to look to know that it was Dani coming over. He smiled slightly and said nothing.
"Pierre, can I have a word with him?" Dani's voice carried irresistible magic, and even though she was as cruel as Pierre, she had to get out of the way.
Dany was as light as the wind, coming with a breathtaking coolness and smile.
The moment he passed by Pierre, something unexpected happened.
Dani pulled out her pistol at an unparalleled speed and pulled the trigger on Pierre's back. This shot not only shocked everyone present, but also completely ended Pierre's glory. Pierre never dreamed that Dani would attack him.
Looking at the bloody hole penetrated by the bullet, he fell to the ground.
The holder of the record of 499 unbeaten games, fell to the gunpoint of a weak woman like this. Peele really refused to rest in peace.
Han Feng did not move and looked at Danni quietly.
Danni's beautiful eyes were as cold as a frozen lake as she slowly walked towards Han Feng.
Han Feng's heart sank, and Danni's silver Browning pistol was pressed against his chest.
"Dani, why are you doing this?"
"You said that we are all people who put the national interest above all else?" Dani seemed to have answered the question incorrectly.
"Yes, I believe you are too!" Han Feng's voice was surprisingly calm.
"So I must kill you, for my country!" Dany's teeth clenched her red lips, and a wisp of blood slowly seeped out.
Han Feng sighed and said softly: "You shouldn't kill Pierre!"
"I don't want anyone to hurt you, you can only die in my hands!" Dany's voice was colder than ever.
"Because I cheated on you?" Han Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness.