"Die!" The light fist was still with his hands on his waist, and the horse stepped forward, the light spot in his right hand quickly condensed, and in an instant, countless lights and shadows quickly smashed towards Zheng Yifan, and the light and shadow seemed to be all phantoms, as if the light fist had hundreds of hands in an instant.

But Zheng Yifan knew that every fist shadow was real, there was no half-point adulteration, and there was a faint vitality flying out in the air, but it quickly dissipated after leaving the fist shadow.

Zheng Yifan believes that if he gives Light Fist a few more months to train and evolve, he is afraid that his Light Fist will be even more terrifying, and even the fist shadow that shoots out will tear all the creatures in front of him to pieces like a submachine gun.

Thankfully, he hasn't been able to evolve for a long time, most likely in the last few months, so he's only been able to speed up his punches and strengthen the tenacity of his hands.

At least colliding with Zheng Yifan's spear, as long as he doesn't directly face the tip of the spear, he won't suffer much damage.

But will Zheng Yifan give him a chance to continue to be so crazy?

The answer is no, just when the light fist was in full swing, Zheng Yifan's gun changed, becoming more violent, more crazy, and the shadows of the guns flew in the air, but there was only one goal, that is, the eyebrows of the light fist, only a little bit, the speed of the spear became faster and faster, and the thrusts turned into a rain of guns, and then slapped on the fist of the light fist like a raging wave, and then broke through the defense line and stabbed the eyebrows.

"Whoosh!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the light fist figure retreated a few meters like a light and shadow, and blocked in front of the gunman.

And the gunner in the back had already raised his pistol at this time. His target was Zheng Yifan, the gun, slowly raised, as if it weighed 10,000 catties.

The momentum condensed like a substance, pressing on Zheng Yifan's body.

"Die!" Zheng Yifan waved his left hand, and the Edman alloy shield turned into a wave of light that shot directly at the gunman, and he himself moved forward quickly, and the spear was like a long rainbow piercing through the sun, stabbing straight into the light fist. And behind the bare fist, there is the gunman.

He can't dodge, he can only hit hard.

Then the shadow of the light fist quickly smashed towards Zheng Yifan, and the gunman's gun had already been raised.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, and then Zheng Yifan saw the cold light of the bullet. Time seemed to be a little frozen, and the shadow of death shrouded Zheng Yifan, he knew that his life and death were at this moment.

Almost at the same time, Zheng Yifan raised the tip of his spear, his body quickly lowered, and his head slammed into the ground.

"Whoosh!" In an instant, Zheng Yifan felt that his head was instantly cold, and he sighed in his heart! Finished!

The body also gently stabbed to the ground. The head was as if it had been concussed, and it was instantly useless.

"Hahaha! Sure enough, it is worthy of my eldest brother's right-hand man, and the means of this magic spear are really sharp! "Light Fist laughed, not to mention how happy the mood was.

As long as Zheng Yifan is dead, the entire Hope Gathering Place can almost be said to have become meat in their mouths.

It is said that only the leader Zheng Yifan is suspected of being a superpower, and judging from the duel just now, Zheng Yifan is the kind of superpowering person who strengthens the physical strength, agility and nervous reaction ability, and that marksmanship, I believe that Zheng Yifan has learned it before the end of the world. After all, superpowers can only evolve strength, and I haven't heard of anyone who can evolve martial arts.

In the distance, Zuo Weiguo saw this scene from the telescope, and tears flowed down his eyes, and the leader died like this? He could see a wisp of blood splattered out, and with the speed of the bullet, he was afraid that he would be dead or alive.

"Whoosh!" As he was laughing with his bare fists, there was a crashing sound behind him, followed by a terrible scream. The two halves of the body fell to the feet of the bare fist, one left and one right.

A light and shadow drew a circle in mid-air, returning to Zheng Yifan's left arm, slapping the ground fiercely.

"It's dangerous! It's dangerous! Drops of blood dripped from Edelman's shield, bringing with them the smell of blood.

But for the light fist, the blood is almost cold.

The gunman is dead? The gunman is dead!

That's a strong man who he borrowed from his eldest brother by stalking and grinding, and he once made great achievements in the Ice King team, and even the fourth-order zombies once killed two heads, and they died in this unknown small gathering place, even if they took the heads of all the people in the gathering place of more than 3,000 people to resist the gunners, it was still not worth it!

He seemed to have felt the anger of his eldest brother, and looked at Zheng Yifan, his eyes were full of madness.

"No!" The old ghost suddenly shouted loudly in the crowd.

I saw the light on the light fist blooming, and the vitality between heaven and earth surged towards his body like crazy, like the waves of the tide.

At this time, Zheng Yifan was slowly shaking his head, tearing off a piece of his clothes fiercely, and then tying his head.

What a fluke!

Zheng Yifan sighed. This is really a fluke, as long as the bullet goes down a little more, Zheng Yifan's life will be gone, at this time, a furrow was ploughed in the middle of his hair, and it passed directly through the scalp, and the scalp on the top of his head was torn several centimeters. It seems that the color of the skull can be seen thinly, this is only cut by the vitality brought by the bullet, if the bullet penetrates directly, Zheng Yifan should have died at this time.

It was really a fluke that such a powerful person died at his own hands, and his Edman alloy shield made meritorious service again, and when everyone thought they were dead, he suddenly attacked, so that he could make a meritorious move.

Otherwise, when the gunman recovers and shoots again, he doesn't know if he can pick up another life and come back.

"Be careful!" Suddenly, a soldier not far from Zheng Yifan's side rushed out with a tower shield that had already been deformed and blocked Zheng Yifan, and then he flew backwards in an instant like a rocket, passing by Zheng Yifan, and then flew dozens of meters away before he could fall, and when he landed, he had become a puddle of meat sauce.

"Die!" Zheng Yifan shouted angrily, but his left hand was preferentially blocked in front of him.

The light fist in front of him seemed to have changed into a person, and his whole body was full of light, and the white light gathered on his body with vitality like crazy, and the cells in his whole body quickly divided, one into two, two into four.

It's getting faster and faster, and the light is getting brighter and brighter.

Unstoppable. Zheng Yifan only had this feeling that the light fist in front of him was too powerful, even if it was a third-order zombie, he was still at ease, but in the face of the light fist, there was a feeling that it could not be stopped.

It was as if the vitality of heaven and earth had become one with the Light Fist. Crazy increasing his strength.

The old ghost in the back shouted loudly, constantly persuading the light fist to give up what ability to use.

But the bare fist fell on deaf ears, and it was still a crazy attack.

"Poof!" Behind him there was a roar of assassination. Out of the corner of Zheng Yifan's eye, he saw that the old ghost behind him, who could not have been harmed, was actually stabbed in the left arm by a spearman. A puddle of blood spurted out, but then his figure blurred again, unharmed.

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Today you have to die! The light fist seemed to have lost his mind and stared at Zheng Yifan's crazy attack, a lifeless attack, giving up all defenses, just to attack Zheng Yifan.

The archers in the distance shot arrows at him, and they didn't dodge, and they stuck arrow after arrow in their bodies. The arrow pierced through his body, and then lost momentum and fell to the ground.

It's like shooting on jelly, and very little blood comes out. But he couldn't stand the countless arrows falling on him, and in a few breaths he turned into a porcupine.

And Zheng Yifan in front was also tired of coping, the Edman alloy shield in his left hand became his last magic weapon to save his life, stepping on Tiangang steps, each step was in the thirty-six Tiangang position, his body flickered left and right, dodging the attack of the light fist, and the Edman alloy shield in his left hand blocked almost all the attacks that could not be dodged, and his body was also punched from time to time.

Every punch can be regarded as extremely ferocious, with a force of several hundred catties smashed on his body, so that the bones in his body were almost smashed, if it weren't for the super soldier genes slowly recovering from the injuries on his body and the vitality slowly nourished by the initial cultivation, he would have been smashed into powder by the bare fist long ago.

This is also what he can do with his whole body, if he wants to dodge all the attacks of the light fist, it is a joke at all, between a breath, the speed of the light fist punch is even dozens of punches per second, and now the speed is getting faster and faster, and the time when the arrow shoots at him is getting lower and lower.

The body is also slowly approaching actinization, the face slowly melts like candle tears, turning into light, and the body slowly does not look like a human form.

"Lift the Light Emperor form! Or you're going to be doomed! Superpowers who have not reached the fifth order are absolutely not allowed to use extreme strength, don't you understand! The old ghost dangled to Lightfist's side like a ghost, and kept roaring loudly in Lightfist's ear.

The light fist didn't realize it, but he was attacking Zheng Yifan's roar and roaring: "Anyway, after I go back, my eldest brother won't let me go, so he simply fought for his life to avenge the gunman!" ”

As he spoke, the speed of the light fist was happier, and the body seemed to become transparent.

The old ghost groaned for about half a second, then gritted his teeth as if he had made a decision. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the bare fist. Push back hard.

The body of the light fist also slowly regained its human form, and the smoke on the old ghost's body shrouded the light fist body, suppressing his body that was almost dissipating.

This is the time!

Zheng Yifan's heart flashed with inspiration, and the spear in his right hand flashed like a starry star. Then go back to the same position again.

As if nothing had happened, the old ghost still dragged the bare fist backwards, his body looming, and the arm dragging the bare fist was also flashing.

A rain of arrows scattered randomly beside the old ghost under the guidance of the breath on the old ghost's body, only on the ground, a little blood stain appeared in the shadow of the light fist on the ground for no reason, and gradually seemed to form a small pool.