The area controlled by Tang Yulan using the rules was gradually swallowed up by the huge waves, and the cracks in the ground spread like roots in all directions towards Tang Yulan's feet.

10 meters ......

Five-meter ......

Two meters ......

The rift was about to advance to Tang Yulan's feet, and it was stalemate within a meter of Tang Yulan's body, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

The Emperor of Martial Arts and Tang Yulan, in the space of dozens of meters in between, there is no piece of ground that is intact.

"Dead !!" The Emperor of Martial Arts finally finished his sentence.

Bastard, you're looking for death again!

It's only eight words in total, but it's so thrilling!

Especially the last word, like the collapse of a huge mountain, the occasion bursts the embankment, and the momentum is mighty!

The sound waves vibrated through the wide field, like thunder, and the sky and the earth cracked.

"Whoa! Wow! ”

Almost at the same time, the chandelier was shattered by the vibration of the sound waves. Not only the lamp, but even the filament inside was twisted and deformed.

The lime rose from the ground with the dust, and shards of glass burst overhead.

Suddenly, only a few chandeliers were still in play in the entire venue, and the scene was obviously much darker than at the beginning.

Some of the spectators leaning on the front row were directly stunned and fell to the ground, and some had pierced their eardrums, blood flowed out, and nothing could be heard.

Others covered their ears with their hands, their mouths opened, and screams rang out.

"Whew!"

The Martial Emperor's left hand reached out, and the waterline drawn into a thin filament was under the control of the Martial Emperor, and smashed towards Tang Yulan's body like a rainstorm.

Where is this like a waterline, clearly like a rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun, a few standing stone pillars, instantly penetrated by the rain of arrows, becoming full of holes, piercing the pillar holes, small stones scattered with the rain of swords, flying sand and stones.

Tang Yulan took a sharp breath, and a voice echoed in his head: "In the flames, if I am fire, the fire will naturally not burn itself......"

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!!!

Countless long lines of ice needles pierced through Tang Yulan's skin and pierced into the muscles, and what was even more terrifying was that the long lines melted in the body with the power of rules, and Tang Yulan felt that his body was stiff, as if he had been filled with lead.

If it was usual, Tang Yulan would naturally be able to use the power of rules to force out or devour the ice needle of the Emperor of Martial Arts, but now, the Emperor of Martial Arts rushed over again, and his right fist carried electric light, smashing Tang Yulan's door directly.

Tang Yulan bit the tip of his tongue, stimulated by the pain, the muscles of his whole body trembled, and on the side of his head, he dodged the punch swung by the Martial Emperor. But the fist smashed, his body slanted, and his elbow hit Tang Yulan's throat heavily, fortunately, it was the Emperor of Martial Arts who temporarily changed, and his strength was greatly reduced.

However, the throat is a fragile part of the human body, and Head Tang only felt a sweet throat, and a stream of blood sprayed out.

The Emperor of Martial Arts snorted contemptuously, as if he wanted to say that Tang Yulan's strength was nothing more than that, and his blow also consumed a lot of strength, worried that Tang Yulan was dying and counterattacking, he retreated ten meters on tiptoe, and looked at Tang Yulan coldly.

Tang Yulan was covered in blood, his legs were weak, he was squatting on the ground, his head was drooping, his breathing was like a ruptured bellows, and he seemed to be embarrassed and couldn't be embarrassed anymore.

The Emperor of Martial Arts didn't move to dig out Tang Yulan's heart again, in his eyes, although Tang Yulan was still kicking, he was not much different from a dead man, and he was definitely going to die.

Zuo Shaohan and Sun Changxiao couldn't help but have red eyes when they saw Captain Tang's body crouching in the dust, his body was covered with dust and blood.

Zuo Shaohan fell into a brief loss of consciousness, and his brain went blank.

On the one hand, he felt that the Emperor of Martial Arts had won and the enemy had been killed, and on the other hand, Okada's serious injuries were difficult to suppress and he had died.

The Fallen Demon King looked at the scene in front of him, did not move, and kept himself hidden very well.

He didn't find the time to make a move, and after seeing the Martial Emperor's full attack, he felt even more impatient in his heart, otherwise exposing himself would probably be the only way to die.

"Lao Tzu is going to destroy you!" Sun Changxiao took out the Cloud Sword, couldn't hold back his anger, and just wanted to rush towards the Emperor of Martial Arts, but the King of Horror stretched out his hand and gently blocked him, stopping him.

"Don't panic! Captain Tang didn't die so easily. Zhou Cunxiao said with a firm expression.

At this moment, there was a sudden boom from above.

The steel frame on the roof twisted and deformed, making a harsh grinding sound of steel, which made people get goosebumps when they heard it.

In an instant, the crowd fell silent and looked upwards.

In the large field, most of the weight-bearing marble columns have been broken, and the weight above is difficult to support, and the sound of "bang" is heard, such as the bell ringing, and the steel plate is broken, and a large piece of cement is mixed and falling.

The roof level cracked like a plate, and several cracks were shocking. There were also cement beams more than ten meters long that fell to the ground, and the cement burst open, revealing the steel bars and I-beams inside.

"The building is collapsing!" Someone screamed in horror.

Few of these wealthy people understand the architectural structure of the building. The load-bearing wall is like a person's root bone, and the lack of one will have an impact on the seismic resistance and stability of the building, which is very likely to cause the wall to crack, but it is also difficult to make a building collapse immediately, because there are other load-bearing walls at work.

It's like a cow that has a broken leg and only has three legs left, and it can still stand, but it is not as stable as before.

"Gan your sister!" Qin Kehai finally burst into foul language and shouted: "Zhao Donghui, you must be a tofu scum project!" At this time, he couldn't make any effort to do it, so he could only roar. Now the heads of people in the corridor are scurrying, all like lost dogs fleeing for their lives, where can they still find Zhao Donghui's shadow. ”

Someone cried, grabbed the elevator door with his hand, and said, "Hurry up and open the elevator...... I don't want to die! ”

The underground arena was in chaos.

Hongwu Casino is also not quiet.

On the floor, all the cleaning and staff thought that the building had suffered an earthquake and ran out.

The men didn't make it to the hall, but they retreated in fright, because a fierce gunfight was raging in the hall.

Okamoto and more than 40 of his subordinates were hidden in each room, and they played a role in echoing, and if the people of the Asuka group rushed to the Hongwu Casino, Okamoto would bring someone to stop them. If Tang Yulan wins by luck and defeats the Emperor of Martial Arts, he will be here to receive the evacuation or emergency support of the Sixth Generation.

Today's weather, the temperature is dropping day by day, and it is cold and cold. The members of the ninja group sitting in the room drink water to keep warm.

Within ten minutes, someone was poisoned one after another and fell to the ground.

It must have been the Flying Birds who were looking for someone to poison them. Okamoto knows that with the current cooperative relationship between the six generations and Zhao Donghui, Zhao Donghui should not dare to do this. He grabbed the receptionist and asked, but the receptionist turned pale with fright and didn't know anything.

Just when Okamoto was at a loss, the building shook again, and a group of people who had just poured into the hall were like ants on a hot pot, scurrying around, some looking for cover, some hurriedly running out of the hall, running away from the road, and even colliding with the people opposite.

"There must be a situation!" Okamoto's first thought was of an underground explosion, and it was certainly impossible to make such a big movement except for the explosion.

So, will there be any danger to the Lord of the Six Generations?

Okamoto hurriedly called Okada, and when no one answered, he called Rokuyome again.

The underground arena was chaotic, explosions were heard again and again, and Ren Wujian didn't hear the phone ringing at all.

Okamoto couldn't contact the six generations, and he was even more anxious. The life and death of the six generations of purpose is related to the future of the entire ninja group, if he dies, his sin will be great, even if he destroys the Asuka group, it will be difficult to recover the loss. Judging from the current situation, it is not so important to find out who took the drug.

Okamoto urgently counted the number of people, and five or six died on the spot, and six or seven were seriously injured and dying.

Of the more than 40 people, 21 were not poisoned or were mildly poisoned.

Okamoto made a quick decision, gave the order, and twenty-one people gathered in the hall.

The members of the ninja martial arts group who suddenly rushed out frightened the crowd in the hall, and before they came to their senses, they saw Okamoto and people turn around in the corridor on the right side of the staircase, running towards the elevator.

When they ran towards the elevator, Karachev, the first killer of the Soviet Union, had already entered the hall with several black market boxing masters and was also rushing to the elevator.

Ivanov sat in the central control room, constantly monitoring the movements of everyone in the building. Dozens of LCD screens were arranged in an arc in front of him, and he could clearly see the panicked expressions of the reporters in the hall, trembling and nervously reporting, and the cameraman hid behind the desk, only daring to expose the camera.

"Coward, the reporters of the Soviet Union will not be so incompetent." Ivanov sneered in his heart, and then his eyebrows tightened, and he saw Okamoto.

Ivanov naturally knew Okamoto, in Andrei. In several meetings between Pknovsky and the sixth generation, this kid was present.

"What did the people of the Shinobu Group do in the past?" Ivanov's eyebrows jumped, and he said secretly: "It's not good, you can't let Karachev touch them, otherwise the things inside can't be explained clearly, and at this time, it's not suitable to have a head-on conflict with the people of the ninja group." ”

Ivanov quickly took out his mobile phone, flicked his fingers, and quickly dialed out the phone to inform Karachev.

Karachev was going to take the elevator, and the people of the ninja group were guarding the elevator, so how could it work?

"You have a lot of things, take the money, I will complete the task, and you don't have to worry about other things. These people are blocking the way, just kill them, and presumably the people below will not know. "Karachev will probably listen to Andrei. Pkhanovsky's, but Ivanov is Andrey at best. Pknovsky's right and left hand, assisting himself is okay, what qualifications do you have to order yourself.

Karachev has heard everyone touting Tang Yulan and the Emperor of Martial Arts these days, and his ears have long been calloused, and he has long wanted to show his might and let the people in the crime club see how powerful he is.

He didn't believe that with his strength as the first killer in the Soviet Union, plus several black market boxing masters, not to mention that they still had first-class equipment. Can't handle these people?

Therefore, he didn't take the people of the ninja group in his eyes at all. So, Karachev hung up the phone directly, led someone to rush over, caught Okamoto off guard, and killed five or six members of the ninja group in one confrontation.

Okamoto panicked when he was beaten, but fortunately he was not beaten, so he calmed down a little, and quickly asked the people of the ninja group to find cover, and the two sides started a shootout.

Karachev's marksmanship was good, but the few black market boxers he hired only knew how to pull the trigger, and the aim was a mess, and there were only two members of the crime club who followed him, adding up to a total of eight. However, there are still nearly twenty people in the ninja group, and the difference between the two sides is more than half.