Chapter Twenty-Three: Into the Devil

"Dieu..." (French: God)

A white man standing at the front, dressed in old blue jeans, looked at Lin Fan, who was like a demon in his pupils, and his face turned pale for a moment, and he muttered in a low voice.

Boom!

Lin Fan was like a blood-haired Shura at the moment, when the person arrived, the fist wind followed, and a punch blasted out, and the opening style erupted in the next moment with a terrifying and terrifying strength.

Bang!

Lin Fan's fist faintly appeared with some blood-black streamers, and with a roar in his heart, the chests of the three white men closest to him quickly collapsed in a depression that could be seen with the naked eye, and the majestic and huge force directly carried the three of them away.

And Lin Fan descended like a tiger, rushed into the flock, and instantly inserted into the group of white people. The light of the fist flowed, and a little light of blood-black flickered on the fist, and once again let out a violent cry like a reverse galaxy.

"Hammer pose!"

I saw that Lin Fan's body style changed in an instant, and the whole person was like a heavy bronze tripod, and his feet stomped on the ground together, and with the help of this heavy energy, his two arms stretched out angrily in a cross shape.

Like two unstoppable shots, as if trying to smash all the uneven cannon hammers in the world, the fierce and domineering strong launch!

The fourth type of the eight Vajra styles, the hammer type......

"The airflow is beginning to show, it's... A symbol of a first-class martial artist?" Xue Simiao froze in place, looking at the killing boy who seemed to be incarnated as a hell Shura at this time, with a numb shock.

The airflow was first revealed, which meant that Lin Fan at this time was like the previous Wang Dong, when he exerted his full strength, his fist or a certain part of his body would appear in an out-of-phase change similar to light.

This potential is a manifestation of the ultimate strength, with the intention to resist the qi, with the qi to resist the power! If at a certain time can really be externalized by energy or internal force, then it will really become a supreme grade martial artist!

But... Lin Fan, how old is he? And it's only been a few days since the assessment, how could he suddenly climb from a fifth-rate force to a first-class martial artist?!

Boom! Boom!

Lin Fan was furious, and he made a ruthless move, and those French whites had already been frightened by the terrifying momentum that he suddenly burst out, and they were not suitable for him at all!

Every time Lin Fan punched out, it meant that one person vomited blood and retreated. Even those two white men with first-class power, under the suppression of momentum, could only join forces to resist Lin Fan's edge.

The battle, it may seem like a long time, but it's only between lightning and flint.

From Lin Fan and the others being hit hard, to Lin Fan's domineering and withering rise, it was just a snap of a finger to kill these foreigners.

Everyone on the scene grew up, and some netizens who passed the live broadcast also blew up!

"His grandmother's anger, the big brother beat these golden monkeys hard..."

"Hmph! It's time to teach these self-proclaimed noble golden-haired whites a lesson, some people in China flatter them like dogs every day, which makes them develop a sense of superiority over the Chinese people, and bully good and bully women all day long!"

"Well played, hehe... If you are not satisfied, you will go to your consulate to file a lawsuit! If the two countries go to war, should we still treat today's China as the China of the past?"

"Those who offend me Huaxia... Everybody's got it!"

“......”

Online comments are in full swing, and there are all kinds of wind directions, but most of them are on Lin Fan's side.

Although time can heal all the wounds of history, since the beginning of modern times, China has suffered from the injury and bloodshed of Western powers for hundreds of years, and it is not something that can be forgotten by the passage of time...

On the contrary, with the fermentation of time, it will become more and more deeply imprinted in the blood of every conscientious Chinese person, and become an eternal memory that will never be forgotten!

Don't forget the national shame...

......

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and the powerful force tore the tables of several surrounding stalls to pieces.

On the battlefield, only the two white men with first-class martial arts were still standing on the ground, and all the rest were like prawns curled up on the ground, moaning and whispering.

This is still the consequence of the two first-class martial artists who have been holding back Lin Fan, otherwise, with Lin Fan's demon-like killing situation at the moment, there may be how many outlaws will remain in this eastern land forever......

Lin Fan's blood was boiling, and the spirit of the whole person was all in a high-pitched excitement.

There's only one thought on his mind right now, and that's... Kill, kill, kill!

Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly. Immortal karma is all in killing. In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised.

You don't see it, the erection of the Confucian bee raises the strong man to die, and Shenzhou has praised benevolence and righteousness since then. Once the Central Plains was chaotic, the scholars ran to the cowardly people and wept.

I want to... Learn from the ancient style and reinvigorate the heroic spirit. Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule. Wearing an iron sword, you will kill in a fit of rage!

See through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but make this life heroic. It is better to teach ten thousand people to grit their teeth and hate, and not to teach nothing to scold my name. Looking at the world for 5,000 years, where heroes do not kill? My generation is a hot-blooded and good man, but can the present people lose to the ancients?

Kill!

Lin Fan's body moved, and the evil aura ravaged up again. The fists and feet are superimposed, the elbow prints are converted, and the dragon descending pose, the tiger pose, the mountain opening pose, and the hammer pose burst out together.

There had never been such a moment, Lin Fan felt that he was using his martial arts in such a way that he was not blocked at all. Even some power skills and mysteries that I didn't understand before, now all of them are fully understood under the magic change!

The world before him was all blood-colored... Even in the face of two white people who are also first-class martial artists, they are not afraid.

Rumble!

The three fists collided together in the air, and the majestic force seemed to blow a gust of wind in the center of the collision, raging everything around them.

Pedal, pedal, pedal...

The figures of the three of them took a few steps back at the same time, the rain was already heavy, and the water on the ground was already several centimeters deep.

Lin Fan was soaked, and the residual blood on his face didn't know if it was his or the other party's. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth once again revealed a trace of cold and bloodthirsty arc, and he rushed forward again without fear of death!

“affaire... affaire ......" (French: madman)

The remaining two white men looked at Lin Fan, who rushed up again as if he was crazy, with pale and frightened faces, and kept muttering about madness.

They were really scared, what kind of fight was this? It's just a vendetta! Big brother, we also have a scale to fight...

The crowd on the Internet and at the scene were also stunned, and gradually stopped talking to each other, all attracted by Lin Fan's crazy fighting state.

Many people were enthusiastic when they saw it, and they didn't feel chilled at all because of Lin Fan's bloody killing... Those who offend me in China will be punished even if they are far away! This is the true temperament of my Chinese man!

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles. Dancing steel knives in the city of Tokyo, the knives are dyed with the blood of Japanese slaves!

Rumble!

"Wow..."

After an earth-shattering collision, a warm cheer that seemed to be relieved broke out on the scene and on the Internet.

The heavy rain is at the beginning of the day, the sky is clear, and the blood and ink are in the sun... The blood-like afterglow of the sunset dragged on the ground, draping Lin Fan in a gorgeous and victorious robe for Lin Fan, who was standing quietly in a shadow of falling to the ground.

At this moment, whether it is the onlookers at the scene or the people watching the live broadcast on the Internet. Looking at Lin Fan's figure, he couldn't help but quietly reveal a faint sense of sincere admiration and respect......

Fallen leaves Xiao Xiao, strong man blood heat, cold wind like a knife, Shenwu... Master!

......

Lin Fan stood quietly in the middle of the battlefield, and there was no one in his eyes who could stand up except him. His nerves, which had been tense, seemed to relax slightly, but at this moment, a tidal wave of weakness swept out of his body.

He struggled to use the last of his strength to look at the girl behind him again, but... In the end, the sight that was swallowed by the darkness stopped at a few people in black suits and strong clothes holding Xue Simiao hostage......

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ps: These days, I often see rewards, recommendations, and up to now, this book has also rushed to the twenty-fourth in the fantasy sub-list of the new book list, which has an indelible credit to the brothers' indelible help. Feng Shao was ashamed, because he was working, so he didn't have time to write books during the day, which also caused some brothers to complain.

Here Feng Shao apologizes to everyone, your perseverance will be my biggest motivation! No eunuchs!