Under New York City.

The roar of the mountains and the tsunami filled my ears.

Thousands of people knelt down.

The deafening sound was like a rolling thunder, impacting the entire world.

Seeing such a majestic and spectacular scene, the hundreds of people in Truman were already frightened.

While looking ahead in fear, he subconsciously stepped back.

"Great Elder, what should we do now?"

"Do you want... to fight with them?" His subordinates asked Xiang Tang Xian again.

In the past, these strong men from the Trumen who had always been arrogant and domineering, faced fear and retreat when facing another force for the first time.

Tang Xian was undoubtedly silent as well.

Although, the strongest warrior on the opposite side is only at the level of a grandmaster.

He is a titled grandmaster, and he is naturally not afraid of anyone on the other side when fighting alone.

However, no matter how powerful Tang Xian was, he would never dare to fight against thousands of warriors on his own.

He is not Ye Fan. Tang Xian knows that he does not have this ability.

What's more, although Ye Fan was seriously injured and lost all his skills, his physical strength was still terrifyingly powerful.

If during a fight, Ye Fan punched him out of the blue, Tang Xian would probably fall as well.

The centipede is dead but not stiff.

Ye Fan's terror, even now, has caused huge psychological pressure on Tang Xian.

After weighing the pros and cons, Tang Xian finally chose the best option.

At this time, Ye Fan was powerful and Tang Xian could not afford to take risks in this situation.

The wisest move is to return to Chumen and report to the old leader Chu Yuan. Then gather superior forces to kill Ye Fan and others in one fell swoop.

However, just when Tang Xian was about to order a strategic retreat.

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble.

The entire neighborhood felt as if an earthquake had occurred, with sand, gravel and rubble undulating, and the door and window glass making a harsh swaying sound.

In the distance, deep in the dark night, there was a deep torrent sound, rolling in from far to near, like a surging river.

"This...this..."

"Is this still possible?"

After feeling this extremely huge movement, Tang Xian's old face trembled again, and then he sank to the bottom.

The remaining hundreds of Chumen strongmen were even more desperate.

They felt that they might really fall into trouble here today.

However, when the Chumen were in panic, Li Er, Lei Laosan and others were undoubtedly equally surprised.

"What's going on?"

"Why is there anyone else?"

"Could it be that Truman's support has arrived?"

"But, it shouldn't be so fast!"

This time King Qin's team, Li Er, Xu Lei and others have basically come into contact with each other, and they are almost the only ones in front of them.

Therefore, now that there is such a big movement suddenly, Xu Lei and the others feel equally uncertain.

For a time, whether it was Trumen or Dragon Temple, the strings in the hearts of these two forces were tightened.

Everyone present was on alert.

Just like that, under the solemn gazes of Tang Xian, Li Er and others, they saw a row of American soldiers with live ammunition running toward the end of the block.

Of course, in addition to these soldiers, there are also armored tanks wrapped in steel, with giant gun barrels slowly rotating, and huge energy waiting to be unleashed.

What is steel mixed flow?

This is the torrent of steel!

Dozens of armored tanks rolled onto the ground, and the surrounding buildings trembled.

"Is...the army?"

When Xu Lei and the others saw this scene, their pretty faces immediately turned pale.

A strong master is not afraid of guns.

However, there are certain conditions for that.

When the firepower is intensive to a certain extent, when the weapons of the secular army are powerful enough, even the titled Grandmaster will undoubtedly have a chance of falling.

What's more, most of the people who come to support Ye Fan now are not even martial arts masters.

Facing Tang Xian, they could still win by relying on numbers.

But if they faced the army, they would undoubtedly lose even this last advantage.

"Hahaha..."

"It's General Osker!"

"Our friends have arrived."

"Hahaha..."

"Chu Tianfan, it seems that God wants to destroy you!"

At first, when he saw this group of teams, Tang Xian was still guessing about the other party's number and identity.

However, when he saw the leading general, Tang Xian undoubtedly smiled instantly.

Truman and Osker are undoubtedly old acquaintances.

Over the years, in the name of jointly guarding the Truman Mountains, the American military has dispatched a guard force of 5,000 people to garrison near the Truman Mountains.

And Osk is the leader of this team.

He led troops stationed at the foot of Chumen Mountain for nearly ten years.

Tang Xian and the others are naturally familiar with each other as old friends.

Therefore, after recognizing that it was Osker, Tang Xian jumped up and went directly to Osker, and then said with a smile on his face: "General Osker, you came just in time."

"This group of people smuggled into New York, gathered to cause trouble, deliberately killed people, and seriously disrupted the public order in this city."

"I hope General Osker will immediately use artillery fire to kill these people on the spot!" Tang Xian advised in a deep voice.

Osk nodded: "Needless to say, Great Elder, I also decided to kill them on the spot."

"Before that, please ask the Great Elder and Trumen's people to step aside and hurt innocent people."

"Okay!" Tang Xian was undoubtedly overjoyed when he heard this.

He quickly returned to the team and led his men to an open space several hundred meters away, preparing to watch from a distance how Ye Fan and the others disappeared into the gunfire.

"Send my order and prepare the artillery!"

As Tang Xian and the others hid far away, Osk also began to issue orders in an orderly manner.

Dozens of armored vehicles lined up, the huge gun barrels began to lift and rotate, looking for prey, and hundreds of rounds of artillery shells were also ready to fire.

"Mr. Chu, please leave quickly!"

"Here, let's block it first..."

Seeing the situation here, it took a turn for the worse.

Long Baichuan and others suddenly became solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The rest of the people were also terrified and began to retreat and seek shelter in buildings.

Everyone was afraid, but only Ye Fan remained standing where he was.

His face was expressionless, and he stood proudly.

The deep eyes looked ahead, as if they had penetrated through eternity.

"Mr. Chu, let's go..."

Seeing Ye Fan motionless, Li Er and the others were undoubtedly frightened.

Could it be that this guy wants to physically carry cannonballs?

Of course, if there are only one or two rounds, Ye Fan is so awesome, I want him to take it.

But now, there is an army of 5,000 people on the opposite side, with nearly a hundred armored tanks lying across it. All of a sudden, thousands of eggs are fired, and even the steel body can be smashed.

Ye Fan was already injured. If he resisted like this, wouldn't he be seeking death?
To be continued...