Fan Bapeng also reacted very quickly and pulled the shield in front of him.

Then he jumped out and tried his best to evacuate towards the door.

"Protect the prince!"

Seeing that the Brahma Bapeng was in danger, the rest of the Brahma Kingdom's elites burst out with their final fighting spirit.

They raised their injured bodies upright and fired continuously at the Eight-faced Buddha.

Bullets poured down like raindrops, making the wall bang.

Stone chips flew everywhere and gunshots thundered, but there were no screams.

In the smoke, the Eight-faced Buddha reappeared unscathed.

He held a gun in his hand.

He got close to the elites of the Brahma Kingdom and fired bullets.

"Ah——" As several warheads flew, three elites from the Vatican Kingdom were shot in the middle of their eyebrows and fell to the ground.

Then there was another gunshot, and the bullet penetrated the throat of another Vatican elite.

As blood splattered, the gun muzzle deflected again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three more wounded Vatican gunmen died with a flash of their heads.

"Withdraw! Withdraw! Withdraw!"

The power of the Eight-faced Buddha was beyond the expectations of the Eight-faced Buddha.

He angrily yelled at his men to retreat, but no one responded.

There were only a few shrill screams.

Then, the entire hall became dead silent, with only the crackling of burning debris.

There is no doubt that all forty-eight of his subordinates have been killed by the Eight-faced Buddha.

Fan Bapeng retreated to the door in embarrassment.

"Whoosh..." The Eight-faced Buddha used up all the bullets, raised his left hand, and shot the sword.

Fan Bapeng subconsciously turned his head, feeling that death was approaching, but he could not avoid it at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the flying knives came.

"Certainly!"

Just when Fan Bapeng's throat was about to splatter with blood, a cold voice came from the door.

The flying dagger stopped instantly and was fixed on Fan Bapeng's throat, unable to move forward even half a minute.

The face of the Eight-faced Buddha changed slightly.

Then, a woman appeared, reached out with one hand, and held the fallen dagger.

"Luo Yunyun, the emperor of the Brahma Kingdom, came to ask for advice!"

It is charming and weak, but like a mandala, it carries the aura of death.

The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly felt a hint of the chill of spring... At this moment, Jin Zhilin and Song Hongyan, who were brightly lit, were feeding Ye Fan some red bean syrup and said with a smile: "You said, in this battle, the National Master won a complete victory.

, or did the Eight-faced Buddha escape?"

The red beans are bright, just like a woman’s rosy lips.

"They win or they lose, they live or they die."
Chapter completed!