Chapter eight hundred and forty seventh battle of the great master
"boom!"
Tang Huanxi only felt his head explode and his lips trembled, "You, did you kill Li Zi?"
In her world, except for the old lady, she has never experienced any death of a living life.
Even the old lady died for a while when Tang Huanxi arrived, and she thought she was dead.
She had never experienced such killing, and the people who died were people who were extremely close to her.
"Did you kill her with your own hands?" Lu Fan took a deep breath of cigarettes and squirted out a cigarette ring.
"So what."
The young man held a gun with one arm and pointed at Lu Fan: "You, you will die."
The next second, he moved.
A wind swelled up on the flat ground, and the young man's figure disappeared from the spot.
"Liaoyuan Ten Hits!"
A burst of roar in the air was like a muffled thunder sounding. The black iron heavy gun danced in the hands of the young man, slashing down from the air! It attacked Lu Fan's domineering power!
Lu Fan stood quietly in place without any intention of giving in.
"boom!"
Ten gun waves were mixed with terrifying murderous intent from mid-air, and followed one after another!
Every gun wave was enough to tear Lu Fan's body into powder and stain him with blood!
"court death!"
Suddenly! Lu Fan suddenly took action.
The majestic true energy was poured into a single palm and poked out like lightning. Through the fierce gun waves, he directly grabbed the head of the black iron spear hiding in it, and then grabbed it hard.
A throw!
"boom!!!"
The young man was thrown out and smashed to the ground with a gun in his hand...
The body fell into the ground, gravel collapsed, and smoke and dust rose!
"Lu Fan, be careful of the heavy black iron gun in his hand. The 100-strike of Liaoyuan is this man's special skill. Before using this move, don't take it lightly and be deceived by him!" Yang Zipei said weakly and reminded.
"Liaoyuan Hundred Hits?" Lu Fan was just a little stunned, as if he thought this shooting technique sounded very famous.
However, in the next second! In the hustle and bustle, a figure swept away the smoke and dust, holding a heavy gun that flashed with cold light, rushed towards him in an instant!
The heavy gun vibrated, whistling through the air, trembling and killing, sweeping all the dead corners in front and behind Lu Fan.
"Lu Fan, be careful!" Tang Huanxi blurted out.
"We are in power!" the young man growled.
Lu Fan's eyes condensed. Even though he was still a distance away, he could clearly feel the terrifying true energy that was attached to the spear.
He could even see a qi shield bursting with the spear head as the center. The spear tip flashed with a murderous aura, as if this shot came. Even if a mountain was about to stab a hole in it, he would stab a hole in it!
"die!!!"
When the spear swept through the murderous aura, covering Lu Fan's entire body, and he was about to penetrate his eyebrows.
Lu Fan's backhand butterfly sword flashed, rose into the air, and his body suddenly turned into a afterimage... The butterfly sword flew and fought!
"Dangdang!" The violent metal collision sound echoed in the air! Countless cremation erupted everywhere, and a stream of air that seemed to be there and nothing was stirred up, covering the two of them, and fighting in an instant!
This is a battle between the great masters of ancient martial arts, and it is also a confrontation of hard power!
The terrifying murderous true energy intersected violently in the air. Every time it collided, it shocked the minds of the people present.
This is a life-and-death confrontation between two great masters. The scattered power is enough to disrupt the peak of a half-step master, and all mortals retreat...
At this time, a large number of police cars had arrived outside the food street.
The team led a slim and charming policewoman.
She jumped out of the car and saw the scene that happened in the street at this moment. She immediately raised her hand and stopped the other police officers from rushing into the food street.
"No one is allowed to enter, block the food street and prohibit anyone from approaching, hurry!"
After Zhao Yuelin gave the order, her beautiful eyes flashed at the scene in the food street, clenched her fists tightly, and whispered: "Lu Fan, you must win!"
The street has now become a battlefield for two people.
The young man's heavy gun in his hand was like a dragon, and he ran wildly and killed in a vast way.
Lu Fan made a precise move in his hand. Every time he attacked, he perfectly avoided the vital points of the heavy gun sprint. At the same time, he brushed the blade through a dazzling cremation on the spear. Suddenly, a mud gossip was not used quickly, and his body appeared in front of the young man with his body close to the gun. The butterfly sword flashed coldly and directly cut it to the other party's throat!
"Bang!!!"
The moment the young man's face changed color and he dodged sideways.
Lu Fan poked out his palm and slapped it on his chest!
"Crack!"
Chapter completed!