The four flames looked at the back of Jiangzhou Wuzun with adoring eyes, close at hand, but it was like an insurmountable chasm across the road, like a giant peak that reached the sky.

And Bayilon and his armed men, as well as the three major gunsmiths, were collectively petrified in place.

The twelve gods of war of the Blackwater Company are famous in the world, among which the black boxing king, who is known as the invincible black boxer in close combat, faced the Chinese youth, he didn't even touch the other party's clothes, and only took a slap, and he ended up with a cracked head and a deep face, fragile as if he was paper-paste, and he couldn't die anymore!

Not only that, but even the fanged mask he was wearing was shattered to the ground, revealing three blonde and blue-eyed Western appearances, but they looked very hideous, and the eyeballs of the sunken half of his face were shocked and bulged out of his sockets!

This...... It's not a fucking order of magnitude at all!

Bayilon's side was terrified, and his soul was so frightened that he was about to ascend to heaven......

If the three black boxing champions are superweight, then the thin Chinese youth, who is only an illusion of fog on the outside, is actually a nuclear bomb level!

"Quick, gunsmith, shoot him with incendiary bombs and bazookas!" Bayilon hid behind his subordinates while muttering, originally he played the role of a hunter, but with the appearance of the other party, he turned into a prey, and the fish and meat of the chopping board had no power to resist!

Now, he can only hope for the remaining gunsmiths, there is a saying in Huaxia that is widely circulated abroad, no matter how high the kung fu is, he is afraid of kitchen knives, even if he received a shuttle AK armor-piercing bullet with his bare hands before?

The hot weapons controlled by these three gunsmiths can make the Grandmaster Peak dare not compete head-on!

Needless to say, the three masked gunsmiths had already replaced the weapons in their hands with cannon barrels on their shoulders, all of which were incendiary rockets!

With this kind of incendiary rocket developed with a lot of manpower and material resources, the twelve gods of war have killed a half-step martial artist named "Stick King" in the Philippine martial arts world!

"Pounds!"

"Pounds, pounds!"

Almost at the same time, three bazookas were fired, and the three gunsmiths, at the same time, put their own thoughts into the cannonballs, controlling the trajectory and bombarding the powerful Huaxia youth.

In their eyes, they are full of ruthlessness, the twelve gods of war are a group that intersects with their lives, cruel to the outside and close to the inside like a conjoined baby, active all over the world in the past, without any damage, but today they have died three at once, and they are still brothers who have created a stable output environment for themselves!

The incendiary rocket, surrounded by blazing flames in mid-air, unstoppable and swift as the wind, drew three arcs.

That might, if hit, will form a destructive force that destroys the world and destroys the world!

Just when the three incendiary rockets were only one meter away from Zhao Fan, a golden light floated in his palm, and he flicked it gently......

They suddenly made a sharp turn and turned around and ran in the direction they came!

"What's the matter, the yellow-skinned boy waved his hand and came back?"

"Hell yes!"

"My grass, my grass, my grass!"

Bayilon and his armed subordinates all widened their eyes, and the cannonballs with the killing force returned the same way!

They exclaimed, Zhao Fan didn't understand what they were saying at all, and he wouldn't care.

The next moment, the three gunsmiths discovered something that frightened them, and their minds lost control of the incendiary rocket!

No matter how you release your mind, you can't control the trajectory of the incendiary rocket......

This feeling is like flying a kite in a tornado, shaking a tree with a mayfly, and seeing a big thing!

The gunsmiths were specialized in their minds, and although their physical strength was stronger than that of ordinary people, they could not withstand the incendiary rockets that came out of their hands, so they immediately fled like lost dogs, disarming their hot weapons and ammunition as they ran, and lightening their loads.

Burning rockets, but the ghost has started to track!

And Bayilon and his armed men avoided it, for fear that they would slow down and be attacked by the pond fish.