When the gangsters who rushed down saw Chen Fan, they got angry, picked up their guns and started shooting.

However, Chen Fan's figure was like a ghost, and he jumped onto the guardrail in a flash.

The leading man shouted loudly: "Hit him and beat him into a sieve!"

Ta-ta-ta, the fire snake swallowed.

Guns were pointed at Chen Fan and fired wildly.

However, Chen Fan's figure flashed again and reached the guardrail again.

Bullets rained down, but they all came up empty.

"Throw a grenade at me in the lake under the bridge and kill him!"

The leader, Brother Gun, shouted angrily and rushed to one side.

He just looked down and suddenly his body trembled.

There was a bloody hole between his eyebrows, falling straight into the lake.

"Boss, boss?"

The gangsters on the edge were shocked.

With a pop, another gangster's chest exploded. When he looked down, there was a big hole in his chest.

"Yes...and..."

The man made a reluctant sound and fell to the ground.

Some gangsters came to the bridge and shot down, while some others made a mess.

The bullet hit the water, splashing countless water splashes, but Chen Fan's figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Over there!"

Someone saw a figure appear on the other side of the bridge and screamed.

However, a cold light, like the strings of death, quickly approached in his eyes.

Chen Fan's figure seemed to have walked out of the Shura field and entered the crowd in an instant.

He raised his sword and lowered it, just like chopping melons and vegetables, killing several people in the blink of an eye.

Someone turned around hurriedly, ignoring his companions, and fired suddenly.

It didn't hit Chen Fan, but it swept away a large area and beat his companions into sieves.

"What the hell, is he still human?"

"Didn't you say he was seriously injured?"

"Oh my god, I don't want to die!"

Some people raised their guns and ran away in the direction they came from in great terror.

"Kill him. If you don't kill him, no one will survive..."

One of the leaders had red eyes and roared hysterically, but before he could finish his words, his voice suddenly stopped because a sword light had pierced his throat.

On this bridge, there are so many people, so the role of firearms is minimal.

More and more people collapsed and turned around and ran away.

Blood dyed the bridge deck red, and under the light of the street lights, this thousand-year-old bridge turned into a Shura field.

shore.

Yuan Liangping looked at the bridge in the distance, his eyelids twitching wildly, his eyes full of fear.

He could see a demon-like figure harvesting lives!

That figure was none other than Chen Fan, whom he wanted to shoot to death in his dream.

"Why... why isn't he dead?"

Yuan Liangping's voice was trembling, and his face was as pale as paper in the darkness.

It is clear that the battle between Chen Fan and Gongsun Zheng is at the end of their battle, so why is it so terrifying and frightening?

Why is it that a person can still survive despite being shot at by nearly a hundred spears?

Su Yuhua's face on the side also looked terrifyingly gloomy.

He ignored Yuan Liangping and shouted sternly through the headset: "Blood Thorn, Blood Thorn, answer me..."

However, there was only noisy sound coming from the headset and no response.

His hands were shaking too.

Like a drowning person, gasping for air.

On the slope of the bridge on this side, Xu Yunhou stepped slowly.

More than ten meters in front of him, Gongsun Yuan was running away, and the collapsed gunman was running towards him.

Gongsun Yuan suddenly jumped up, like a ferocious hungry tiger hitting a person. With the sound of bones breaking, the person flew off the bridge, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Before the gangsters who escaped behind could raise their guns, he and several of his disciples punched out like cannonballs.

The sound of wind and thunder resounded within the body, breaking the bones of the gangsters one after another and sweeping them off the bridge.

A moment later, with a flash of sword light, the last gangster was beheaded.

Chen Fan walked to the highest point of the bridge holding his sword.

Gongsun Yuan and Gongsun Liang also eliminated all the fleeing gangsters and came here.

They stopped immediately.

"Uncle Zheng, am I dead or alive?" Gongsun Yuan stared at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan looked past Gongsun Yuan and landed on Xu Yunhou and others who were walking behind him, and said: "They should be alive now, but they can't survive tonight!"

Gongsun Yuan looked at the lake and saw water ripples and two shadows swimming towards the shore.

Gongsun Yuan said no more, turned around and left.

"etc!"

Chen Fan's indifferent voice reached his ears.

Gongsun Yuan and Gongsun Liang both trembled.

Especially Gongsun Liang, whose childish face looked pale.

Chen Fan threw the sword in his hand towards Gongsun Yuan and said, "Take the sword back."

After taking the sword and seeing that Chen Fan made no further moves, Gongsun Yuan and the others breathed a sigh of relief and walked away. After meeting Xu Yunhou, Gongsun Yuan hesitated for a moment, then ignored him and strode away.

Of course he knew Xu Yunhou, and he also knew that the hatred between the Xu family and Chen Fan was the reason for this battle.

Logically speaking, he should stop Xu Yunhou, but now he has no such intention.

The masters of the Xu family may not be inferior to him in strength.

Xu Yunhou looked at Chen Fan with resentment and awe-inspiring eyes.

Chen Fan took steps.

"Chen Fan, you are at the end of your game and you don't have much fighting power at all!" Xu Yunhou suddenly said.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, Chen Fan's body was wet, covered with blood, and his face was pale.

Chen Fan's eyes fell on the face of a middle-aged man. This man looked inconspicuous, but his body was straight and straight, his muscles were strong, and there was a hint of light in his eyes.

This is also a martial arts master. Although he is far inferior to Gongsun Zheng, he should have reached the level of dark power.

In addition to him and Xu Yunhou, there were three other people, all of whom were quite impressive.

"Xu family?"

Chen Fan spoke indifferently.

Xu Yunhou smiled miserably, "Chen, you killed my son and killed so many people from the Xu family, and you don't even know us?"

"It's just asking for death!" Chen Fan took a step forward and said, "Get out or die!"

"You are bluffing, you die today, or we die!"

The rest of the Xu family remained silent.

No one would die if they could.

Xu Yunhou stamped his feet and rushed towards Chen Fan first.

When he got closer, he punched Chen Fan hard on the jaw.

Chen Fan raised his hand, clasped his fist and twisted it, making the sound of cracking bones.

Xu Yunhou grunted and punched Chen Fan with another fist, but Chen Fan lifted him up and kicked him away.

After rolling a few times on the bridge, he stood up with his hands on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
To be continued...