is like the wind heresy, pulling Guo Zhuo, just to open his eyes and see the scene. Whether it is "Moonlight Sunset", "Paradise Inn", or "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" and "Tianque Club", Guo Zhuo really didn't do anything at all, and even smashed the field by Feng Evil himself. It's just that seeing that the palace has been made of soil, his whiteboard-like bitter face seems to have been stained with too many expressions that shouldn't have appeared from spring and summer to autumn and winter.

Along the way, those who hung the big and small flags of the Golden Dragon Gang were all destroyed in the impact and shattering sound of "banging" without exception. Although they had already gotten news from their headquarters from the second "Moonlight Sunset" that had been smashed, it was impossible for even one of the four major gangs in Sichuan to send all of them to every stronghold. They are in the light, and the wind evil is in the dark, and they don't know where the wind evil is going next, so they can't make accurate personnel deployments.

This night, under the huge shadow, half of the dozen or so bars and clubs belonging to the Golden Dragon Gang stopped business. The remaining half of the businesses involved in the red, yellow and white categories are operating normally. That's half of what they pay more attention to, losing tens or even millions of business every day they stop.

In that half, the "Heaven Inn" and "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" sounded elegant and high-end, and fifty or sixty people were assigned, and there were even nearly ten people with guns in each place. However, it is useless, no matter how many people there are, whether there are guns or not. In each place, the Wind Demon stayed for a maximum of half an hour, and then moved on to the next place.

Whenever he passed, it was as if the demon king had descended, and the evil wind was wanton, and the dead and wounded were all over the ground.

Ye Fengxie's own black pupils were always dyed blue, getting thicker and thicker, and his hands were slowly soaked with large patches of thick bright red or dark red blood.

Guo Zhuo followed the wind evil and followed him, just like he told Xiao Yang before, there was no room for him to do anything. In front of a cultivator at the first level of Qi refining, even if he had been on the battlefield, he was just an ordinary mortal.

In the face of the enemy, he can fight, but in the face of guns, he can only fight guns against guns. But Feng Xie didn't even give him a chance to use a gun, all he could do was follow closely, watching one bizarre and thrilling scene after another.

The magic of the wind evil, the evil sect, and his power are far from being understood by secular cognition. His decisiveness and ruthlessness even surpassed any generals and soldiers on the battlefield that Guo Zhuo had seen in his life, even compared with those mercenaries. Moreover, what surprised Guo Zhuo the most was that he was not afraid of guns.

Throughout the night, Guo Zhuo witnessed one miracle after another, and he followed him to every stronghold of the Golden Dragon Gang.

Eventually, when it was about to dawn, they entered the gate of the Jinbi Clubhouse.

As expected, this place, as the headquarters, has long been in full swing. Nearly 100 people stood in two rows at the door, holding guns in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at the wind evil. At the moment when the wind evil entered the gate, "Bang!" "Whoosh!!" The sound of bullets breaking through the air sounded continuously for a long time.

However, the bullets seem to travel exceptionally slowly......

Why? There is no sound that hits the flesh? The silent courtyard is eerie.

But I saw an evil smile on the corner of Feng Xie's mouth, and a clear rich blue on the bottom of his eyes. The two hands that were already open in the air slid slowly, and the fingertips faintly flowed with mist-like light, and the light went from faint to flourishing, slowly spreading with the master's direction......

The bullets are still moving......

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Whoosh-" "Whoosh-" The sounds continued, but they were getting slower and slower.

The blue light mist seemed to be draped around the body by the wind evil, and countless oncoming bullets were blocked by the aperture, unable to advance a single bit. As you move forward slowly, the flakes of light and mist dance like elves.

In mid-air, copper-yellow bullets collided with the condensed blue-white light, creating dazzling lights. The brilliant blue circles of light are interlocking, and the rings float in front of everyone's eyes.

What is this? What exactly is this blue light?

They seemed to be stupid, as if they were frozen in place.

Electricity and light flow, fleeting. Just as the wind evil approached three meters beside those people, the word "break" was shouted, and the wind evil waved his hand freely! In an instant, before anyone could react, the blue light mist suddenly exploded like a meteor, and the bullet that was stagnant outside the aperture actually reversed its direction and had already hit back in the direction it came.

Almost at the same time, dozens of people with guns fell to the ground, but they did not die. Because even if he swallowed the Hui Yuan Dan hidden between his teeth, he would not be able to accurately control the hundreds or thousands of flying bullets now, and it would be impossible to completely hit the vital point.

Smiling disdainfully, the wind demon swept his eyes at the thug who had collapsed to the ground, shook his head, and flew into the hall. Guo Zhuo followed, but he could only walk through the tragedy, and it was inevitable that his feet would be stained with blood.

In the hall, there were still twenty or thirty people with sticks and machetes, blocking the door. However, watching the wind evil approaching step by step, these people trembled involuntarily as if they had seen the devil.

Silence, deathly silence, a loud sound of walking came from the second floor. A group of horsemen seemed to have been greatly appeased, and seemed to stand much firmer. However, the man walked out step by step, and the look of shock and panic on his face could not be concealed.

I only heard him muttering intermittently, "Impossible, this can't be ......"

"How can anyone not be afraid of guns, even if you are a person from Gu Wu, it is impossible to ......"

The man finally stopped behind the crowd and stopped moving forward, his face pale. Originally, he also knew some kung fu, but he only had the strength of the middle level of the yellow level, and he didn't know where he learned it. However, learning without refinement is no different from not learning. With him, if he hadn't encountered the wind evil, he would not have been able to understand such a thing as physical resistance to bullets in this life.

"I don't have anything to do with you, I can let you go, and your brothers, but the owner of this Golden Dragon Gang has to change me to be a ......"

Feng Xie found a chair out of nowhere, and sat in the center of the hall with Erlang's legs crossed, just sending a cigar to set off his big man's temperament.

"You just want the Golden Dragon Gang, aren't you here to seek revenge?"

It's just that your younger brother took money from Sheng Le and Xu Zhi'an, and provoked me three times and twice, which made me a little angry, and then I thought about it, although you are an underworld, but the power of a few hundred people is not bad. I just wanted to do something recently, so I borrowed it.

If you don't have an opinion, then this matter is over, and I don't bother to bother to make any more efforts......"

As he spoke, the Wind Demon looked at him calmly. However, having killed so many people along the way, intentionally or unintentionally, the calm could not hide his anger at all, his blood, and the rich and strange blue of his eyes.

Because he had little strength, he spoke slowly, and the room could hear it clearly, but they always wondered if they had heard it wrong. If you want to say that the wind evil seeks revenge and revenge, it is also reasonable, even if so many people are killed because of this matter, it is the result of the confrontation between the two forces, and I can't complain about others. But he actually said that this matter was over? How could it be!

"Are you sure? I'll give you the Golden Dragon Gang, and this matter will be over?" the man shuddered uncontrollably, and walked over from among the little brothers who no longer knew who they were or what they should do. I don't know if I was frightened, or angry, or if I suddenly reacted that Sheng Le's thing was done by the person in front of me.

"It's kind of ......" Wind Evil squinted his eyes, tilted his head, and watched him walk over, his narrow eyes showing a strange smile.