The bullet hit the wall, which was shocking.

The next second, the Eight-faced Buddha ejected again, and pulled the chandelier above his head, and he raised it two points and soared into the air.

Then, without waiting for the gun to lock, he quickly threw a person down and used force on his feet.

A click!

The locked-up Buddhist gunman screamed and died.

The last afterimage of his eyes was that the Eight-faced Buddha grabbed his gun and killed three companions ruthlessly.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several bullets shot at Fan Bapeng.

Fan Bapeng reacted very quickly, pulling his shield and crossing his face.

Then he bounced out and tried to evacuate to the door.

"Protect the prince!"

Seeing that the Ba Peng of Fan was in danger, the other elite soldiers of the Fan Kingdom burst out their final fighting spirit.

They stood upright and kept firing at the Eight-faced Buddha.

Bullets poured over like raindrops, making the walls pound.

Stone chips flew everywhere, gunshots were like thunder, but there was no scream.

In the smoke of gunpowder, the Eight-faced Buddha flashed again without any damage.

He grabbed a shot in his hand.

He approached the elite of the Fan Kingdom and fired bullets.

"ah--"

As several warheads shot, three elite Buddhists fell to the ground with their eyebrows.

Then another gunshot was fired, and the bullet penetrated the throat of another elite Fantasy.

As blood splashed out, the muzzle tilted again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Another three injured Buddhist gunmen died with a swaying head.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

The power of the Eight-faced Buddha was beyond Fan Bapeng's expectations.

He yelled in anger that his subordinates stepped back, but no one responded to him.

There were only a few shrill screams.

Then the whole hall turned into a dead silence, with only burning debris clattering.

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

Fan Bapeng retreated to the door in a mess.

"Swoosh--"

The eight-faced Buddha fired a photobullet, raised his left hand and flew over with a knife.

Fan Bapeng subconsciously turned his head and felt death approaching, but he could not avoid it at all.

He could only watch the flying knife shoot.

"Certainly!"

Just as Fan Bapeng's throat was about to splatter, a cold and delicate shout came from the door.

The flying dagger stopped instantly and froze in Fan Bapeng's throat, unable to move forward a little.

The face of the eight-faced Buddha changed slightly.

Then, a woman flashed, stuck out with one hand, and held the falling dagger.

"The Emperor of the Fan Kingdom Luo Yunyun came to ask for advice!"

Sweet and weak, but like a mandala, with a breath of death.

The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly felt a hint of spring...

At this moment, Jin Zhilin, who was brightly lit, was feeding the red bean sugar water to Ye Fan and laughed:

"You said, is this battle a complete victory for the National Master, or is the Eight-faced Buddha escaped?"

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

"They win and lose, and life and death." Ye Fan kissed red lips: "Only we are the ones who take everything..."
Chapter completed!