Kill people, Lin Xiafan has killed a lot, but he really doesn't want this matter to escalate to bloodshed, which will not do everyone any good, if they are really obsessed, Lin Xiafan can only do this to the executioner, and he doesn't mind killing some more people.

But these evil seedlings don't take Lin Xiafan as a thing at all, and the leading shaman, or maybe he is the head of the village. His mouth kept chanting some inaudible spells, and under his spells, these villagers slaughtered Lin Xiafan step by step, as if they were vowing to kill Lin Xiafan here!

"Bang! bang!"

pulled the gun board a few times in a row, rushed to the thigh of Miao Hanzi in front of him and was shot by Lin Xiafan, and knelt on the ground one by one and rolled on the ground holding his thighs!

In the end, it escalated to the point of bleeding, and just as Lin Xiafan fired, the shaman stepped back and retreated into the crowd.

It seems that Lin Xiafan still has a little humanity, and he didn't shoot them in the head, but these villagers are really ******not afraid of death, and they just paused after hearing a few gunshots, but soon they raised the silver weapons in their hands to Lin Xiafan and killed them!

"Bang bang ......" a few more gunshots!

"Ahh

Similarly, several villagers who rushed to the front were hit by marbles on their thighs and rolled on the bed, and more than a dozen bullets were fired at once. Originally, there were one or two bullets left, and Lin Xia Fan wanted to meet the big-faced shaman, but the shaman was surrounded by the villagers, and when they saw him, he was chanting some ancient incantations like a madman.

"His grandmother's, you forced me, I originally thought that I had the virtue of a good life in heaven, and I didn't want to kill you, since that's the case, don't blame me!" Lin Xiafan put away the gun, and then transported the true qi in his body to his palms, in the dim night, his palms emitted blue light like green jade, which was very weird, even weirder than the spell of the shaman!

"Kill him, kill him! the mountain god will bless his people and kill him!" said the shaman, who was surrounded by men, with his hand pointed at the sail under the forest, like a mad dog that had lost his mind.

If Lin Xiafan didn't carry this divine skill, maybe it wouldn't stimulate their wildness, they thought that Lin Xiafan had some treasures on his body, so that his palms would emit green jade fairy light.

They all thought in their hearts that if they grabbed the treasure on Lin Xia Fan, then the people in the village would be as good as Lin Xia Fan. At that time, you can unify the Miao people in the mountainous area, become the head of the Miao people in the mountains, and there will be endless beauties and delicious food wherever you go, and you will get the cattle, sheep and women offered by the villages every year.

Mincun's movements were very fast, but Lin Xiafan's movements were faster, and when they approached Lin Xiafan about 20 meters, their bodies flew a few meters away with weapons and fell to the ground and fainted. Needless to say, everyone should know that it is normal for Lin Xiafan to break a few bones on his body, and if he pulls up the clothes on his body to look at it, he will definitely see a red to purple palm printed on his body.

Lin Xiafan didn't sacrifice the fairy sword, because he didn't want to kill them all, and he didn't want to get too much blood in his hands, after all, everyone is a Chinese, give them a chance, just hurt them, lest their descendants find Linjia Village in the future!

In front of these uneducated and violent villages, Lin Xiafan shook his head helplessly, sighed, and rushed into the crowd with a pounce, the target was the shaman, and countless palm winds slashed at these villages, and when he hit the palm, there was a crisp sound of 'click', and the bone was broken!

All of a sudden, the screams continued, and the shaman, who was chanting a mantra in the crowd, became frightened, and no matter what the villagers were, they turned around and ran towards the village.

But before I could run a few steps, I felt a slap in the back, rolled a few heels on it, and spit out a mouthful of blood in a sweet throat, and then I quickly got up and limped towards the village with this bone staff!

"His grandmother's, he still wants to run!" Lin Xiafan scolded as he looked at the home and he could still get up with a palm.

After Lin Xiafan finished speaking, he began to rotate a Tai Chi movement with both hands, quickly directing the true qi in his body to his palms, ready to give this garbage shaman a heavy blow.

The villagers surrounding Lin Xiafan saw Lin Xiafan's palms splashing with blue light, and immediately thought of this trick and retreated one by one. Fortunately, this move was not a slap on them, but on the shaman who was limping away from the battlefield, as soon as his palms came out, the shaman who was thirty meters away was hit by the forest sail behind him, and his body was like a stone, and he fell to the ground and rolled a few meters, and then he couldn't get up.

"Shaman, shaman?" Seeing that their shaman was injured by the sail under the forest, they scattered one by one, and the so-called group of dragons had no leader.

Fortunately, their shaman did not die, but he suffered serious internal injuries, and if he had not been sent to a major hospital, it was believed that he would have died soon.

But these villagers did not disperse immediately, but just stared at Lin Xiafan with a pair of hands that were afraid of Lin Xiafan, pointed at Lin Xiafan and scolded in Miao language. However, Lin Xiafan ignored them, and if anyone got ten meters closer to him, he would give them a slap to eat, although a palm did not kill them, but there was absolutely no problem with serious injuries.

Originally, the women of the village would not have been involved in these things, but now they had to show up because their man was injured by Lin Xiafan.

"Look at it, it's your men who want to be unfavorable to me, and it's already benevolent that I didn't kill them!" Lin Xiafan looked at these slightly beautiful Miao girls, looked at him with those vicious eyes and scolded.

After that, Lin Xiafan rushed back to his room in a flash, and from the Xuantian Glazed Immortal Tower, he put the rocket launcher that came from the military base that day, put it on his shoulder, and scolded the villagers below:

"I'm Cao your mother, don't think I can't understand these local languages, I warn you, if you don't get away from me, I don't care what kind of mountain god you are, or what kind of god horse, I'll blow you all up!"

It was true that Lin Xiafan couldn't understand what they were saying, but Lin Xiafan knew that they must be scolding him, maybe even to the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.

This time, it was not their turn to disperse, and if Lin Xiafan was buttoned on the board of the bazooka cannon, these villagers might really go to see their mountain god.

The holy woman couldn't grab it, and she injured dozens of men, but I believe that those yams in their village should help them get better soon, as for their shaman, he was hit by Lin Xiafan's second palm, and only half of his life was left. Still delirious and talking nonsense, pitiful, pathetic, the saint didn't get it, and left half of her old life here.