Before Sun Guozheng's words fell, the smile on Zeng Fan's face didn't even have time to put it away, and the two dozen black-clothed people with guns did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and for a while, the fire in the basement was bursting, and the gunshots were endless, scaring many rich people who still wanted to escape from the basement. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sun Guozheng looked at Zeng Fan, who was baptized by bullets, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The Immortal Sect is from the mainland, this is the Hong Kong Gate, Lao Tzu is the Emperor of the Soil, no matter how powerful your Immortal Sect is, the Emperor is far away, I, Sun Guozheng, will destroy you a little thing, what can the Immortal Sect do to me?"

In Hong Kongmen, Sun Guozheng is a general, even if Shen Kai and Yang Lei see him, they have to bow their heads obediently!

The gunfire of the black-clothed people lasted for a full minute, hitting the bullet casings all over the ground, and finally stopped, at this time, Zeng Fan was really shot into a sieve as Sun Guozheng said.

I saw Zeng Fan fall to the ground, his body curled up to the shape of a human being, and the brocade box containing thirty-six golden needles was also thrown aside by him.

Blood flowed down his body and slowly spread to Sun Guozheng's feet.

Sun Guozheng waved his hand, and the black-clothed people in front of him hurriedly made a way, and he leisurely walked to Zeng Fan's body and picked up the brocade box.

"Waste. Sun Guozheng gently blew away the dust on the brocade box, and even spat on Zeng Fan's corpse, and then prepared to leave with disdain.

Sun Guozheng covered the sky with one hand at the Hong Kong Gate, killing one or two people as easily as pinching an ant, and when he was secretly proud of his status, he suddenly found that the faces of the black-clothed people in front of him showed frightened looks.

A powerful palm suddenly grabbed Sun Guozheng's ankle tightly, and the smile on Sun Guozheng's face froze, and he thought of something in his heart.

He turned his head stiffly, and suddenly his eyes were split, only to see Zeng Fan, who was still covered in blood and flesh just now, lying on the ground, like a demon, his face was covered with blood, staring at Sun Guozheng with hatred!

His arm is like a powerful pair of pliers, no matter how Sun Guozheng struggles, it won't help!

"Damn! let go!" Sun Guozheng shouted angrily, raised his foot and stepped on Zeng Fan's head fiercely, Zeng Fan's head was even kicked and twisted by him, and half of his face collapsed into it, but the strength in his hand did not decrease at all!

It was only at this time that Sun Guozheng realized that the Zeng Fan in front of him was not a human being at all.

"Beat him to minced meat!" Sun Guozheng sat on the ground tremblingly, holding the thirty-six golden needles in his arms, and shouted frantically to his subordinates behind him.

The people in black had never seen such a terrible scene, and although they were scared in their hearts, they still stepped forward and shot Zeng Fan with the barrel of the gun!

Zeng Fan's head, under such a terrible shot, turned into minced meat on the spot, and when he let go, all he had on his neck was a few pieces of minced meat that was still emitting black smoke!

Seeing this, Sun Guozheng hurriedly got up and laughed at Zeng Fan's corpse: "It doesn't matter if you are a human or a ghost, or if you were beaten into meat by me—"

Sun Guozheng's words did not fall, but his arm had been inserted straight into his mouth, and his tongue was pulled out alive!

"Ah...... Ah......h

Sun Guozheng saw his tongue being pulled out, he no longer had any smile, he unconsciously uttered a few syllables, and finally the blood flowed from his mouth, and it didn't take long for him to fall to the ground without a sound.

"Ghost ...... What the hell!"

"What the hell is this?!"

"He can't be killed, let's run!"

Even the black-clothed people who have experienced a hundred battles have never seen such a terrible picture, a corpse that was beaten to a bloody pulp can still stand up and kill Sun Guozheng with his bare hands!

After killing Sun Guozheng, Zeng Fan staggered and stood still, only to see that the wounds on his body were healing rapidly, and the bullets that had entered his body were squeezed out of his body one by one by him, and fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

In just three minutes, Zeng Fan had already returned to his original state, if it weren't for his tattered clothes and blood all over the ground, it would have been as if he had never been injured.

"Old thing, if you dare to go against the Immortal Sect, you think your life is long. ”

Zeng Fan kicked away Sun Guozheng's body, snatched the brocade box in his hand, and wiped it on the brocade box following Sun Guozheng's example.

"Zeng Fan!"

At this moment, Yan Ning finally got rid of the three ghost kings and chased them to the basement, witnessing the bloody scene just now.

Zeng Fan heard Yan Ning's shout and showed an expression of disgust: "Kraft candy!"

The appearance of Sun Guozheng's tragic death just now was witnessed by Yan Ning throughout the whole process, and he had already determined Zeng Fan's identity - a zombie.

The only ones who have been beaten to a bloody pulp, who can still stand up, and who can recover at such a speed, are zombies.

"You won't be able to escape tonight. Yan Ning pulled out the Dark Break and said in a cold voice.

"Really?" Zeng Fan sneered, directly tore Sun Guozheng's clothes, and tied the brocade box to his body.

"I heard that there was a guy named Yan Ning on the mainland, and he liked to go against our Immortal Sect, first destroying Kubota Hikaru that waste, and then subverting the Fang family that our Immortal Sect had cultivated for many years...... Now that I see it, I'm afraid it's just like that, you brought so many people to encircle and suppress me, but you are still being played by me!"

Yan Ning didn't want to talk nonsense with Zeng Fan, so he directly drove the knife forward and slashed down!

"Reckless man," Zeng Fan said in a weird manner, "Zhou Ji and Evil Sky are all waste, even you can't solve it, and it seems that the position of our four protectors is about to change hands!"

"If they are waste, you are not even as good as waste!"

Yan Ning sneered, pulled out a yellow talisman in his hand, and threw it in the air, the sword light flashed, and the Immortal Break had already passed through the Dao talisman, only to hear Yan Ning read:

"The Jade Emperor has a few edicts, and the law is true. The golden light is intertwined, shining brightly. I have broken the soul and subdued all souls. Thousands of demons and gods!"

A hideous white tiger phantom swooped out from the underworld, and with the momentum of a thousand troops, rushed towards Zeng Fan!

Seeing this, Zeng Fan's face was slightly solemn: "Yitang's White Tiger Slash is indeed a descendant of Maoshan Mountain! It's just that your White Tiger Slash has not yet cultivated at home, and it is too whimsical to use it against me!"

After Zeng Fan finished speaking, he took out the Dao Banner that summoned the Ghost King just now, and listened to him silently recite the magic in his mouth, bit his finger, popped out three streams of essence blood, and bounced in front of the White Tiger.

It's just a breeze that picks up Zeng Fan's tattered clothes.

Zeng Fan was so light-hearted, but Yan Ning was already dumbfounded: "Zombies...... Can you use Dao Techniques?"

(To be continued.) (To be continued.) )