In the alley, there was silence and dead silence.

The scar-faced man, who had not been able to live before, turned pale and trembled uncontrollably.

What happened just now had an unprecedented visual impact on him.

At this moment, Dawu was collapsing more than ten meters away from him, his entire right arm as if it had been swept by a rain of bullets, dripping with blood and white bones.

Xiao Wu was embedded in the cracked wall. The lower abdomen was sunken, and I don't know how many ribs were broken.

The scar-faced man really can't imagine how there is such a terrifying power in this world that can directly kick people into the wall!

His brother Scar is by no means a coward, licking blood from the knife all year round, and living with his head on his waist!

But now, he regretted it so much that his intestines were green!

Knowing this, let alone one million, even if he was given 10 million, he would not be willing to take this business!

At this time, he noticed that a harmless smile suddenly appeared on Ye Fan's face, and then walked towards him step by step.

"Kick!"

"Kick!"

"Kick!"

Every footstep was like a war drum on the battlefield, beating on his chest, causing him to surge in blood and energy.

At this moment, Ye Fan looked extremely relaxed, as if he was as relaxed as swatting two flies to death just now.

Since becoming the fourfold qi refinering, ordinary martial artists are not Ye Fan's opponents at all!

In his eyes, the offensive of the two brothers Dawu and Xiaowu just now was as slow as a snail.

In terms of strength, the two of them couldn't even catch up with the fifth-grade martial artist Lin Potian, how could Ye Fan care?

On the other side, the scar-faced man stood in place, without trying to escape or fight Ye Fan to the death.

In terms of combat power, he is far inferior to Dawu and Xiaowu!

And the terrifying strength that Ye Fan showed just now had completely crushed him!

"Whew!"

The scar-faced man exhaled deeply, as if he had made a decision, a look of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he slammed his right hand into his coat, and unexpectedly took out a pocket Browning pistol from his waist.

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Ye Fan's head.

For a while, the killing machine was overflowing!

The cold pistol, like the scythe of death, brought unprecedented oppressive force to Ye Fan.

...; ...;

Guns are banned in China, and guns are extremely rare!

At this moment, the Browning held by the scar-faced man, known as the "palm thunder", is small in size, and the total length of the gun is only 11.4 cm. It is much shorter than the palm of an adult male, and even if it is held in the hand, it is not noticeable, and it is good for concealment, and it can be attacked unprepared.

Although the range is not too far, at this moment he is only a few meters away from Ye Fan, which can be said to be a killing distance.

In his opinion, even if he closed his eyes, he could blow Ye Fan's head up.

This Browning pistol is the biggest reliance of the scar-faced man!

However, he absolutely did not want to use it unless he had to.

On weekdays, even if he does something to kill people and set fires, as long as he escapes, it will become an unsolved case, and it will be difficult for the police to pursue him.

But once shots were fired, the nature of the incident was very different.

Unless you flee abroad, as long as you are in China for a day, you will face all-round pursuit.

But now, in the face of Ye Fan, whose strength is terrifying, he has no choice!

However, the scar-faced man holding Browning seemed to have regained his self-confidence, feeling as if he was in control of the whole situation.

A vicious smile appeared on his face, and he stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth. Opened Browning's safety, put his finger on the trigger, and sneered:

"Hahaha...; ...; Boy, I admit that you are far more powerful than I ever imagined! I'm also afraid of pistols, a 'peanut' will teach you to be a man!"

Looking at the muzzle of the black hole in front of him, except for the beginning, Ye Fan was shocked, and after a while, he looked as usual, not only did he not have any look of horror on his face, but he still looked eager to try, as if he was expecting something.

"Hehe...; ...; Brother Scar, this is your last hole card? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you!" Ye Fan said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Stinky boy, when you are dying, you dare to pretend to be forced in front of Lao Tzu?!"

Ye Fan's unafraid appearance completely angered the scar-faced man. He let out a hoarse roar:

"Boy, if you know each other, you will waste your kung fu, otherwise, Lao Tzu will directly shoot you in the head now and send you to see Lord Yama!"

Hearing this threat, Ye Fan's face remained unchanged, he did not retreat, but advanced, took a step forward suddenly, puffed up his chest, as if he was about to hit the muzzle of the scar-faced man's gun.

Seeing this scene, the scar-faced man panicked and said angrily: "Boy, what are you doing, looking for death?!"

"Hehe...; ...; Brother Scar, you are shooting! Don't die like a girl!" Ye Fan said provocatively.

"Stinky boy, you're really not afraid of death, no matter how fast you are, you won't be able to dodge the bullet!" said the scar-faced man through gritted teeth.

"Who said I was going to hide?"

Ye Fan took another step forward, less than five meters away from the scar-faced man, and said at the same time: "I'll stand still and let you fight!"

...; ...;

"Boom!"

As soon as this statement came out. Like a thunderbolt, it exploded in the ears of the scar-faced man, a twitch at the corner of his eyes, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

What are you kidding? Stand still and let me fight?

This kid, do you think you're immortal?!

No!

He must have been deliberately trying to get close to me in this way and then look for an opportunity to fight back.

As soon as he thought of this, the scar-faced man took a few steps back and widened the distance between him and Ye Fan. I was afraid that Ye Fan would suddenly sneak attack.

Seeing the appearance of the scar-faced man, Ye Fan laughed and said:

"Aha...; ...; I said Brother Scar, you're too cowardly, I'm ashamed of you! You're armed with a gun, and I'm unarmed. You're so scared that you don't even dare to shoot a gun! In my opinion, you don't want to learn what other people are messing with, just go home and farm and sell sweet potatoes!"

"You!"

Hearing this, the scar-faced man turned blue with anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, do you think I really don't dare to kill you?

As he spoke, a look of madness flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't care about his reason anymore, so he aimed the muzzle of the gun at Ye Fan's eyebrows, and then pulled the trigger suddenly.

"Bang!"

The next moment, a cold bullet pierced through the chamber, and the strong killing intent condensed at this moment, shooting towards Ye Fan's eyebrows with the sound of breaking the sky.

It's fast. It has almost exceeded the limits of human eye capture.

In the eyes of the scar-faced man, at such a close distance, it is absolutely impossible for Ye Fan to survive!

However, that bullet was fast, but Ye Fan was faster!

When the scar-faced man pulled the trigger, Ye Fan thought about it, and used the power of Xuanwu that he had just comprehended, and the internal strength in the dantian was like the Yangtze River bursting its embankment, surging out, and exerting the "Golden Light Divine Armor" supernatural power!

"Boom!"

On the ground, Ye Fan's body was shrouded in a layer of golden battle armor that seemed to be solid, wrapping all parts of his body.

The golden light is shining, and the gods are mighty.

Ye Fan, who was wearing the golden light divine armor, exuded an incomparably powerful momentum on his body, compared to the two of them before, he had a domineering aura between his gestures, like a god, and the bright light on the golden armor made people dare not look directly, and they almost wanted to bow and worship.

For a time, this piece of heaven and earth was illuminated, as if there was an extra round of sun out of thin air.

And all of this happened in an instant.

"Zheng!"

At this moment, the bullet finally hit the center of Ye Fan's eyebrows.

But when it touched the Golden Light Armor, the bullet seemed to lose all its momentum and fell to the ground.

On the other side, the scar-faced man who saw the vision on Ye Fan's body a few meters away seemed to have seen something incredible, looking like a "living ghost"!

Flesh blocks bullets!

He never dreamed that there would be such a terrifying existence in the world!

What made him even more horrified was that the golden battle armor on Ye Fan's body brought an unprecedented shock to his soul.

Even years later, he will never forget the scene in front of him.

At this moment, Ye Fan is like a god above the nine heavens, descending to the world.

Looking at the world and being proud of the crowd is enough to make all directions surrender and worship in all directions.

Like a god in the dust!