Urban Madness

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A few minutes later, the remaining Eastern Excalibur players also rushed to the scene one after another.

Looking at the three badges in the charred ruins, everyone's eyes were red, and extreme sadness came to their hearts.

"Leopard, Xiaofeng, Radar..." Someone could not help but choke as they read their code names.

The members of the Oriental Excalibur are all iron-clad men, even if they are scarred on the battlefield, they will not frown, but now, they have tears in their eyes and their bodies tremble.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he is not sad!

The comrades who got along with each other day and night were killed instantly, and even their ashes were not left.

Such a heavy blow, like a steel nail, pierced their chests fiercely, hurting their hearts.

At this time, Ye Fan leaned over and picked up the torn apart badge, carefully hiding it in his pants pocket.

Immediately afterwards, he took off his military uniform and spread it on the ruins, straightened his spine, and saluted an impeccable military salute, and said in a deep voice:

"Qiyue Wuyi, the same robe with the son!"

"Repair my spear, and have my hatred with my son!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Ye Fan burst into a fierce fighting spirit, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Everyone in the field also saluted and extended their deepest condolences to the three sacrificed soldiers.

Suddenly, Leng Feng seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Ye Fan and said:

"Chief instructor, that supernatural person must be hidden nearby! Even if he digs three feet in the ground, he must be pulled out and unloaded!"

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"Jie Jie Jie..."

A strange laugh, resounding abruptly, echoed through the entire forest, as if coming from all directions, making it impossible to determine the source of the laughter.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse voice that resembled metal cutting resounded through the audience: "Cut! A group of people, as weak as chickens, want to kill me, it's ridiculous!"

As soon as this statement came out, all the players of the Oriental Excalibur in the field stretched tightly, adjusting their bodies to the best state of defending them as if they were facing a major enemy, and they did not dare to be negligent.

"He Fang is young, fearful, get out of here!"

Ye Fan said, punching in the air and blasting towards the front right.

"Boom!"

The turbulent inner strength came out, pulling out a vacuum tunnel in midair, and countless towering trees were knocked down one after another.

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from that direction, and it was able to escape the fatal blow.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

The gazes of everyone in the field were all looking at the figure.

I saw the man about 30 years old, five short stature, big pie face, a small beard on his lips, wearing a black robe, walking on wooden clogs, and a golden chrysanthemum painted on his chest.

"The Japanese?!"

Seeing this guy's appearance, Ye Fan frowned, and countless doubts appeared in his heart.

You know, this Akashima belongs to the territorial waters of China, so how can the supernatural power of the country suddenly appear?

This is too abnormal, and there must be something unknown.

At this time, the five short-bodied Uguo supernaturalists stared at Ye Fan fiercely, with a wolf-like gloomy light in their eyes, gritted their teeth:

"Baga! Brat! You almost hurt this uncle just now. If you know you, you can commit suicide and apologize! Otherwise, I will use the power of thunder to blast you into scum!"

As he said, he slowly stretched out the index finger of his right hand, and the crackling electric light lingered and twisted at his fingertips, bright and dazzling.

Even across a long distance, you can feel the terrifying lethality.

Seeing this, Ye Fan flashed a cold light like a knife in his eyes, and said coldly:

"Look like this, Liu Yong and the three instructors died in your hands?!"

"Cut! You lowly people, all rubbish! I, Taro Miyamoto, but the supernatural power of the Owo Empire, is extremely noble, and it is their honor to die in my hands!" Taro Miyamoto brazenly Provocatively.

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Hearing this, the many members of the Oriental Excalibur had red eyes and an angry crown, and their chests were undulating, as if they had reached the edge of violence.

"presumptuous!"

Leng Feng's eyes were splitting, like an angry lion, roaring: "The Japanese dog, dare to kill my compatriots on the land of China, the sin is unforgivable!"

"Give—me—dead!"

As soon as the voice fell, Leng Feng was holding a dagger, his figure turned into a flash of lightning, and he attacked Miyamoto Taro with a force of destruction.

"Stab!"

The dagger splits the air, sharp and unstoppable.

In the Chinese martial arts circle, there is such a sentence——

One inch long and one inch strong, one inch short and one inch risky.

Long and strong, with sharp edges.

Short and tricky, with hidden murderous intentions.

The dagger is a short weapon that must be close to the opponent to attack. It moves faster and bears greater risks in fights.

But this danger is not only aimed at ourselves, but also at the enemy.

At this moment, Leng Feng seemed to be a peerless assassin.

Either you die or I die.

Leng Feng has served in the Oriental Excalibur for a full ten years, has experienced thousands of battles, large and small, and has extremely rich combat experience.

There were countless enemies who died in his hands, including martial arts powerhouses and abilities.

After a few breaths, Leng Feng had already reached the front of Miyamoto Taro.

Murderous madness emerged.

However, looking at the approaching cold front, Taro Miyamoto in the distance didn't mean to dodge, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a sneer sneer was outlined, like a poppy in full bloom, extremely evil.

At this moment, Taro Miyamoto's eyes flicked slightly.

"Stab!"

The thunder that has been lingering at his fingertips instantly expanded and turned into an overwhelming power grid, airtight, and shrouded toward the cold front.

fast!

Too fast!

Although the thunder controlled by Miyamoto Taro is not comparable to the real lightning in nature, its speed has exceeded the limit of the naked eye.

In the past, Taro Miyamoto blasted the three Oriental Excalibur fighters to the point of no bones and ashes.

That kind of destructive power means that he is definitely not a B-level ability, and he already has A-level strength, comparable to a martial arts master.

Thousands of thunders are intertwined, let alone a mortal body, even an armored car, I am afraid it will instantly turn into powder.

"Oops!"

Leng Feng secretly said that it was not good, his vest was completely soaked in cold sweat, and he had an unprecedented foreboding in his heart, as if death had raised his sickle and pressed it against his neck.

Now, he is only a short distance away from this terrifying grid, and he has no time to dodge.

After a few tenths of a second, he would be chopped into a dead bone, and even no bone residue was left.

"Brother Feng!!!"

In the distance, the members of the Eastern Excalibur couldn't help exclaiming, with a heart hanging in the air, frightened and angry.

Although Leng Feng is arrogant, he has never been cowardly or weak on the battlefield, and has always taken the lead and rushed to the forefront.

Over the years, many team members have received his favor and even been saved by him.

But now, they are tens of meters away from Leng Feng, and they can only watch Leng Feng's death, but they can't do any rescue.

", die! Jie Jie Jie..."

Taro Miyamoto let out a arrogant laugh, as if he had foreseen Leng Feng's death.

At the moment of the moment, a figure soared into the sky, faster than Thunder, as if shrinking to an inch, rushed to the front of Leng Feng, blocking him and the terrorist grid.

It is Ye Fan!

Looking at Ye Fan's not generous shoulders, Leng Feng's body was shocked, and an indescribable warm current emerged in his heart, which was extremely moved.

Prior to this, he was dissatisfied with Ye Fan and had incited other instructors to deliberately want to give Ye Fan a disarm.

Unexpectedly, at this time of crisis, Ye Fan stepped forward regardless of previous complaints.

Seeing Ye Fan's figure, Taro Miyamoto was taken aback for a moment, then showed a hideous look on his face and sternly shouted: "Boy, no matter how fast you are, you can't change much, you won't escape death!"

As he said, Taro Miyamoto raised his right hand high, his five fingers slammed his fist, and the sky's power grid was also confined, and Ye Fan and Leng Feng came from all directions.

At this moment, Ye Fan straightened his spine, staring at Hanxing, and said proudly:

"Rice beads, dare to shine? Ridiculous!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan opened his mouth wide and turned into a Kunpeng who swallowed the sky and the earth.

"Stab! Stab!"

The power grid composed of thousands of thunderbolts was like being summoned by a mysterious force, and was swallowed by Ye Fan abruptly during a few breaths.

Swallowing thunder and electricity, like a god!