C20

"Bam!"

Someone had fired, and the muzzle of the gun was black with fire.

The bullet tore through the air, spinning at high speeds. Accompanied by a sharp whistle, it came crashing towards them like the ghostly light of the descending death god.

The bullet in Ye Fann's pupil quickly enlarged. He suddenly tilted his head and the bullet flew past his hair.

A bloody wound appeared on his forehead. Dark red blood dripped down, blinding his eyes.

Ren Tingting clenched her fists tightly, biting her lips so hard that it almost broke. She looked at everything with trepidation and pleaded in a sobbing tone, "Ye Fann, don't you want to die? Hurry up and get out of my way!"

Ye Fann was unmoved and waved his hand. "I won't die before I marry you."

He wasn't a boorish man, and he knew what was going on. Otherwise, with his character, he wouldn't have cared about any martial will and would have long since run away.

"Bam!"

Another gunshot rang out, it grazed past Ye Fann's abdomen, only his shirt was torn, but his skin was fine.

"Bang bang!"

Gunshots continuously rang out as bullets flew towards Ye Fann.

"Humph, I want to see whether the bullet's speed is faster than mine or not!"

Nine Yang Genuine Qi circulated, all the bones in his body moved, taking a step forward, the muscles on his body immediately bulged, following that, he left behind an afterimage, he had already disappeared from his original position.

The ground was littered with footprints and the air was filled with afterimages.

The mounted brigand who had fired the shot could not catch his trace, he could only brace himself and recklessly shoot.

Boom!

His leg collapsed on the ground, causing the ground to shake. A saber soared through the air and fell into his hand.

"Swoosh swoosh!"

At the same time, Kui Xing kicked out his Zhanmadao which pierced through the ground like lightning and pierced through the few mounted brigand s in the process.

The huge impact caused mounted brigand's body to fly backwards into the air, scattering blood all over the sky.

Holding the Zhanmadao in his hand, Ye Fann was like a butterfly traversing the sea of flowers, slashing out one after another. Everyone could only see the afterimages as the Zhanmadao shined with an intimidating cold light.

But he did not see a drop of blood, nor did he see a mounted brigand that fell to the ground.

"Shoot!"

"If you kill him, you'll be rewarded 1000 yuan!"

Duan Tiande was covered in cold sweat. He was completely terrified. What kind of movement technique was that? It was too strange.

"Clang!"

"Dingdang!"

People could only hear the sound of metal colliding, but they couldn't tell which of the nine afterimages was Ye Fann.

Only Ninth Uncle used his Heaven's Eyes and saw a flow of blood moving crazily.

A faint stream of white Qi gathered on his blood, and the sound of crackling bones could be heard.

He couldn't even see the speed of Ye Fann's blade.

At the same time, Ye Fann had the urge to howl towards the sky. In an instant, the Genuine Qi in his body flowed and the muscles on his body bulged even higher, as if a majestic energy was about to gush out of his body.

"Crack!"

He even heard the inaudible sound of something shattering within his body. He was overjoyed. That was the sound of a bottleneck breaking.

Hearing this wonderful voice, Ye Fann was ecstatic: "If I don't break it, I won't be able to, I finally broke through to the Dissolving Force."

His speed, strength, and acuity had all increased exponentially, and his movements were even faster.

"Shua!"

Suddenly, his figure stopped. He stood in the middle of the group of thirty odd mounted brigand s, pointing his saber at the ground and no longer taking action.

Everyone held their breath, not understanding why he had suddenly stopped.

After a full three seconds, one after another, "popping" sounds rang in the air.

Immediately after, they saw over thirty mounted brigand s spurting blood one after another like fountains from their waists, chests and necks.

"Bada, bada!"

Soon after, everyone saw the barrels in mounted brigand's hands fall to the ground. The mounted brigand was still holding onto his gun, holding onto half of his gun.

"Plop!" "Plop!"

Fresh blood splattered. More than thirty mounted brigand s fell face-first, twitching on the ground. They didn't even have time to scream before they died.