Rebirth – City Cultivation

"Bastard, who is so bold?"

Xue Dai Qianxiong and Bei Tingchuan have not spoken yet, and there have been snow generations from the top of the family to take the case and anger.

There are thousands of people gathered in the village where the snow family is located. Although the snow-generation family only accounts for a small number, most of them are people who work and serve the snow-generation family. In the village where thousands of people live, I don’t know how many snow-family beaters and guards, and they are equipped with many weapons. The accumulation of snow-based homes for hundreds of years, hot weapons are nothing at all, that is, some heavy weapons may not be.

It is very difficult for the Japanese National Police Department to attack. It is necessary to face the obstruction of the guards and many villagers. It is with this strong accumulation that Xue Daijia is sitting in the position of the king of the underground world of Kyushu Island. Obviously, it is said that someone has attacked and is joking.

"It’s Miss Xue Daisha and a young Chinese." The guards were flustered.

"How can it be?"

The wooden room suddenly sounded a scream, that is, Xue Dai Qianxiong's face changed slightly.

They have just been discussing Xuedaisha. They think that Xuedai Kangfu’s more than a dozen elite men must have brought Xuedaisha back to the family, but suddenly it was said that Xuedaisha brought people to the door. This is a joke.

"It seems that there are Chinese masters."

He has been sitting on the ground in Beitingchuan, where he did not speak. At this time, he slowly stood up and walked to the door. His palm was extremely stable, and he held the long knife of the famous Kyushu and Shikoku regions. '.

"There are North Tingchuan masters, what Chinese masters are rubbish." The seniors of the Xuedai family, who woke up from the shock, all got up and followed Beitingchuan.

One of the four great kendo masters of the Japanese nation is the mainstay of the Xuedai family. As long as he is still there, the snow-generation family will not perish.

It’s the snow-generation Qianxiong, who also got up and followed by the beautiful maid.

At this time, at the door of Xuedai Village, Chen Fanzheng carried his hands and looked at the large-scale youths who were nervous.

Xuedai Village is not so much a village as it is a huge fortress. The entire village was surrounded by wooden fences. Before the first half of the year, there might have been earth walls, but it has already been pushed away. Even these wooden fences have had decades of mottled ancient traces.

When Chen Fan and Xue Daisha came, these people in the Xuedai Village did not care.

After all, this village is the base of the Xuedai family, and people from all parts of Kyushu often come here. Among them, there are even many county and city councillors, governors, and even the amnesty and homeowners in other regions.

But when Chen Fan slammed the whole door, everyone shook.

From all directions, countless young and strong men, with swords, baseball bats and even guns. The foundation of Xue Daijia is too deep, far from the Tang family and Qi family in China.

"the host."

Seeing that this black pressure is a hundred people, all kinds of long guns and short guns, Snow Daisha has some fear.

Although Chen Fan is a master of martial arts, she does not know whether Chen Fan can support such a large number of modern weapons. Even Chen Fan can support, what should she do? Will it be labeled as a horse cell.

"Follow me."

Chen Fan’s sleeves waved and he held his hand forward. At this time, Xue Daisha could only keep his scalp and keep up with him.

"on!"

As a leader of the wave waved, a group of tattoos embroidered with various tattoos, and the young man holding the knife and stick rushed up. This kind of person, Chen Fan, even if it is the foundation period, has never been afraid, not to mention the time has entered Taixuan.

"Dangdang."

Faced with them, Chen Fan just slammed a bullet, and a sly blue knives came out of his hands. Under the urging of the huge real yuan, the blue light skyrocketed and suddenly became a few Knife light. Chen Fan also pointed to a knife, a volley.

The blue-colored knives are in the void, drawing a semi-circle of ten meters.

The Aoki squadron is so sharp that it is enough to break the iron. It is the black python that can't stop the blow. What's more, these ordinary people, the twenty or thirty people in the semi-circle, are simultaneously cut from the waist into two.

"Ah!"

A scream of sorrow came.

Although these snow-family gangsters were cut into two paragraphs, but they have not died for a while, they are screaming.

The thugs who rushed behind and slowed down suddenly fell in place, and the cold sweat soaked the entire back, full of fear.

Being able to shine from the hands, like the Jedi Masters in "Star Wars", killing twenty or thirty people with one knife, is this still human? It is like superpower in the movie. Although Xue Daijia is the leader of the Kyushu region, he has not met the superpowers and kendo masters. However, like Chen Fan, he is the first to see.

"The team leader, what should I do?"

The surviving thugs, and the others waiting around, looked at the leader.

Nakagawa Taro’s forehead is also not sweating. He is the leader of the Xuedaijia Guards Group and is responsible for the encirclement of the base camp. These people are his men.

But even if he is, he has never seen a terrorist power like Chen Fan. In his impression, only the North Court Chuanxiong Waterfall can be compared with Chen Fan, but Chen Fan is so young, how could it be such a character as Master Bei Tingchuan.

"Dangdang."

When they hesitated, Chen Fan stepped forward and slashed his knife.

The slashing knives, like the giant **** waving a long knife, the blue light in the air brought a trace of the afterimage, the whole air was split into two pieces by this knife, bursting with a fierce explosion. The remnants of the dozens of meters, like the butter cut by the knife, do all the stops.

Two knives!

Chen Fan just bounced two times and killed nearly 40 elites of Xue Daijia. These beaters are usually excellent members of various kendo halls and martial arts halls. Some even have karate, aikido black belts, and even a few bare hands, but under Chen Fan’s blade, like a scarecrow, they are simply vulnerable. !

After even two knives, the knife was not weakened, and it still burst.

In the middle of the foundation period, Chen Fanzheng put it out and sent a knife to kill the Linbao, and some could not bear it. But now he is the middle of Tong Xuan, the real yuan is as strong as the ocean, it is a hundred knives, a thousand knives, will not decline much.

"Shooting! Shooting!"

The snow-family people couldn’t bear it anymore, and they waited for Taro’s instructions, and they screamed and pulled the trigger in their hands.

Suddenly, the bullets came over like a shower. There are at least dozens of firearms around, in addition to pistols, there are numerous submachine guns, automatic weapons and semi-automatic rifles. Many are American-style weapons, and the power of bullets is extremely large, far from being comparable to ordinary police pistols.

The power of the American rifle is enough to break through the trunk and sweep at close range, enough to sweep people into two.

"what!"

Xue Daisha saw it and could not be closed by fierce eyes.

The power of modern weapons is deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone. Even if Chen Fan’s performance is stronger, she does not believe that Chen Fan can resist so many guns at the same time.

It was the people of the Snow House, who did not believe that they were pulling the trigger with a desperate look, and the eyes sparkled with a crazy look.

"Go to hell, you monster!"

I don't know how many people, I want to watch Chen Fan being beaten into a horse.

But in an instant, a scene that shocked everyone.

I saw a blue light, blooming from Chen Fan, like the blue handle of the same handle, supported by Chen Fan and Xue Dai Sha. Countless bullets hit the cyan mask, but the huge impact only caused the mask to shake slightly. The mask has a finger-thickness. These bullets don't need to be broken, and even a half-point can't be done.

"How can this be?"

It’s not just Snow’s family, it’s that Nakagawa Taro is shocked. Xue Daisha quietly opened his eyes and saw this scene, but also on the spot. Numerous brass warheads are mounted on the reticle. Like a little yellow flower spot dotted with a blue umbrella.

"The owner is really a god."

Xuedaisha was shocked, and then an unparalleled reverence sent to her heart.

At this time, she only wanted to worship at the foot of Chen Fan. From then on, she no longer reneged and followed Chen Fan.

The other snow-generation family members have all been shocked. Many people even forgot the buckles in their hands, so they stood there so arrogantly. Like the same solidified picture,

"Hey!"

At this time, Chen Fan lifted his foot and took the first step.

Suddenly, as the horn blew, the whole scene was alive. In the scream of a 'monster', everyone was lucky to be shocked. Countless people threw their weapons and turned their heads and fled. It’s how Nakagawa Taro calls, and can’t stop them.

Even the bullets can't kill, this is not a monster?

Unfortunately, how could they escape the hands of Chen Fan? Every time Chen Fan stepped, he gave a shot. A condensed, as the real wind blade shot from his hand, pulled out the sound of ‘嘶嘶’, and instantly crossed the tens of meters and squatted on those people.

These wind blades are made by his method of condensing vitality, which is powerful enough to break gold. Every wind blade flew out, and it passed through the bodies of several people and even a dozen people, and they cut them into two pieces.

One step, two steps, three steps

Chen Fan took seven steps in a row, released seven wind blades, and pulled out seven blood paths in the crowd. At least nearly a hundred people were shot and killed by him. The rest of the snow-generation family has long been like a scared rabbit. At this time, I only want to be too slow, and I don’t even have the courage to look back.

Xue Dai Qianxiong and others, thinking that the protection of the solid soup, in front of Chen Fan, is simply fragile like tofu.

In the case of the North Tingchuan and the snow-generation family, it was in this case that they rushed to the door. When seeing these scenes in Beitingchuan, the pupils suddenly shrank, as the enemies of the enemy looked at the front door, the black youth who took the hand.

Ps: The second is more, the author continues to write the third more o (n_n) o (to be continued., your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-11-0509:25:53