"Move separately, keep alive."
Ning fan put down a word, legs a pedal, climbed up the smooth wall, the general to dodge bullets, and then in the blink of an eye into the other party's crowd.
As soon as the knife was cut off, the policemen fainted. Ning fan didn't kill people, because these people are not all bad people.
Just a minute later, the nine armed police were all knocked unconscious by the two.
They stop and stand in front of Song Zhi. They look at each other like this.
Song Zhi raised his head, his eyes showed unspeakable surprise. After a long time, he sighed and said, "it seems that you must kill me today."
"Song Zhi, originally you and I were not enemies. Today's situation is all created by you, so of course you have to bear the consequences." Ning Fan said mercilessly.
Song Zhi showed a wry smile and said, "hum, Ning fan, don't talk so high about yourself."
"I'm not pure, but I'm telling the truth. If you think about it, the first time I met you was at the railway station in southern Sichuan. Did we have any grudge at that time? But I know you've been dealing with me since then
Song Zhi can't help but recall the original scene. He pursues porcelain doll Xu Xinya for the benefit of his family. He meets Ning fan and Chu Zijun at the railway station. Then he asks uncle fan to investigate Ning fan.
Then, on the first day of school, he lost face in front of Ning fan because of his arrogance. From that moment on, he began to hate Ning fan.
But at the beginning, he did not regard Ning fan as his opponent, because the identity difference between the two sides was too great, and he felt that Ning fan did not deserve to be his opponent.
Later, in the confrontation, Song Zhi gradually realized that Ning fan was not as powerless as he imagined. Ning fan proved his strength with counterattack after counterattack, which made Song Zhi lose step by step.
Seeing that Ning fan had become the leader of the underground world in southern Sichuan from scratch made Song Zhi more resentful and angry.
Therefore, he lured Yin Rou into the south of Sichuan, ready to take a drastic action to disintegrate the power of Ning fan's underground world.
Unexpectedly, Ning fan staged a plan to break through the ten meetings, forced his villa, staged a battle of life and death.
Originally, Song Zhi thought that Ning fan would die under the hands of Xiaomian Buddha. Unexpectedly, in the end, Xiaomian Buddha was possessed by the devil, and he was even cut off his legs by Xiaomian Buddha. He lost his wife and lost his army.
The disappearance of the smiling face Buddha made the Song family's military force plummet. Now even the Chu family, which was once looked down upon by the Song family, is inferior.
The Chu family has at least Hebo, but the Song family has no master at all, which makes the Song family very passive.
However, Song Zhi's great defeat did not mean to die. On the contrary, it aroused a strong hatred in his heart. Unexpectedly, he contacted such super experts as Musashi and Daomo and was ready to launch a counterattack.
But Song Zhi's prediction of Ning fan went wrong again.
Ning fan's Kung Fu has been improved a lot compared with that of the southern Sichuan war. With the help of Ling Yue, a super expert, the sword demon and Musashi both died.
Song Zhi completely lost the trump card that can compete with Ning fan. He also knew that his death was coming, but he was not reconciled. Finally, he hid in the Public Security Bureau, expecting to escape the disaster.
However, Ning fan's determination to kill him is so firm, even if it is to dig three feet, Ning fan will never let him go again.
Song Zhi understands that what Ning Fan said is true, but he is not willing to admit it. Even if he fails now, he is not willing to admit it.
"Song Zhi, you must die today." Ning fan doesn't want to argue with him more and say it directly.
Song Zhi couldn't help but flash a trace of fear in his eyes and said, "if you kill me, my father won't let you go. You can't bear the anger of an aristocratic family."
"Really? You're not the only one who scares me with your family. You have investigated me so clearly that you must know who my parents are. Although I don't have a good relationship with the Ning family, with my relationship with the Murong family and the Chu family, do you think I will be afraid of the Song family? " Ning fan asked jokingly.
Song Zhi's face changes. Ning fan's words are right. Song Zhi is not only a disciple of the aristocratic family, but also Ning fan. He is friendly with the two aristocratic families. No matter how powerful the Song family is, it is impossible to win over the joint efforts of the two aristocratic families.
"Is there really no room for discussion?" Song Zhi asked.
Ning fan shook his head firmly, "you think there's still room for maneuver at this point? I'm not a soft hearted person. "
"Then... Go to hell."
Song Zhi's eyes suddenly burst out sparks, bright as the bright stars in the night, and there is a strong murderous.
Song Zhi's hands have been put on the handle of the wheelchair. As soon as the word "death" was called out, his hand gently knocked on the handle. A flame immediately erupted from the front of the handle, accompanied by a loud noise.
Boom!
It's like a bullet came out of the chamber.
Ning fan heart warning signs suddenly, with the fastest speed to make a response, nameless sword lightning flat cut out.
Poof!
The sound of the sword into the bone, the blood spraying, a huge head flying up.
Song Zhi was directly beheaded by this sword, and his eyes widened. He stared at Ning fan, as if he wanted to look at him again, bringing his hatred to hell.
Loud sound, Ning fan's reaction is very fast, Ling Yue's reaction is also very fast, long sword shakes out a sword flower in front of Ning fan.
However, although their reaction was fast, this time they were dead slow. After the fire, countless small warheads shot out and penetrated Ning fan's chest and abdomen.
"Eh ~" Ning fan snorted involuntarily, his forehead immediately exuded cold sweat, and his body stepped back involuntarily, and his face became pale.
"Ning fan."
Ling Yue is shocked and quickly holds Ning fan.
But see his body has blood dripping, become a blood man.
Ling Yue panicked to hold Ning fan, anxiously asked: "Ning fan, how are you?"
Ning fan's eyebrows twisted together, hissed to take a cold breath, looked down at the bloody wound, gasped and said: "we're leaving here, someone's coming."
"OK, let's go." Ling Yue helps him to rush outward, Ning fan a stagger, almost fall to the ground.
"Ning fan."
Ning fan quickly uses the nameless sword to lean on the ground and clenches his teeth.
"It's OK. Keep going."
Two people rushed out of the room, just rushed to the first floor, saw the black police surrounded.