Chapter 126

Art.

Aestheticism.

Gufan dances in the killing.

Crystal clear blood beads spin and fall in the air, and the rich blood fragrance sprays on the whole floor.

Bloodthirsty butchers reap life, and those so-called evolutionists are slaughtered like local chickens and wagons. Life seems to be the cheapest thing.

This moment.

People are scared.

This moment.

People are desperate.

What about being an evolutor?

What about being a superior and powerful man?

They are the same to Gu fan. No one can let the butcher do a second move. All of them are killed with one knife and one move.

It's terrible!!

"The devil."

"It's not true Don't come here... "

Many people were scared out of their wits, shivering and trying to run upstairs. However, before they took two steps, they were pierced by the huge thorn of the ice cone, and they struggled a few times on the corridor stairs and died.

This is no longer a battle.

This is Gu fan's unilateral massacre. After fully developing his own ability, he is so terrible in extreme evolution!!

Extreme killing evolution.

It's an extremely cold blood of legendary silver.

Gufan's perception completely diffuses out, and the power and speed play to the extreme under the cover of perception.

Conditioned reflex speed, endurance of muscles, defense of the whole body, strength of tough bones, performance of viscera are fully developed

Gu fan, who is addicted to the killing, thoroughly performs this power to the utmost!!

He has accumulated dozens of times more resources than others.

He suffered countless times more than others.

The ultimate basic quality that ordinary people can't achieve, and the terrible legendary silver blood, are all reflected at this moment.

It seems that this is no longer the base of Lin Jie.

This is the slaughterhouse of Gufan, a bloodthirsty butcher. All the enemies are lambs to be slaughtered.

This is the highest stage of ancient killing art. Everyone is a supporting role and foil, just to reflect the beauty of art.

"Alone..."

"Can it be done to this extent only by the power of one person?"

Di Qing, the leader of the first layer of bodyguards, opened his eyes and mumbled to himself in disbelief.

At first, everyone was laughing at Gu fan's overestimation. How could one man fight against 60 evolutionists??

The fact is more than everyone expected.

Gu fan, a person, seems to be the whole army.

Gu fan, on the other hand, is better than 60 evolutionists.

All the guards on the first floor are down.

There are more than 20 evolutionary bodyguards here, but they all fall into a pool of blood.

Diqing stood at the door of the stairs.

He is a speed hunter, but he doesn't know how to deal with Gu fan.

"Where should I attack?" Di Qing had such a question in her heart.

Gufan is as relaxed as a leisurely walk.

The butcher seems to have flaws all over his body, but Diqing has an illusion that no matter where he attacks Gufan's body, he will die the next second!!

The sound of Gu fan's blood footstep is getting closer.

He had a bloodthirsty and ferocious smile on his face. The corner of his mouth rose slightly, which was full of an evil aesthetic feeling. With a little excitement, he said: "little guy, are you ready to attack me?"

Little guy?

In the eyes of others, a hunter like Diqing is absolutely superior, but in the eyes of the man in front of him, he is a little guy.

Although both of them are hunters, the gap between them seems to be quite different.

Their power levels are far different. Legendary Mithril is a qualitative leap, explaining what is the real power.

"Hoo."

"Suck."

"Adjust the heart of fear."

"You need to focus on your body and control every part of your strength, even if it's just a muscle..."

Gu fanxie said with a smile, in the face of the enemy even constantly pacify, and teach him how to control his ability, launch his strongest attack.

"All the power to carry out!"

"Put all your eggs in one basket and gather all your explosive power. You have only one chance."

Gu fan's words seemed to have magic power, but di Qing really stabilized his mind and continued to gather the strength of his whole body according to what he said.

Diqing's thigh muscles are taut, and her whole body's strength is also carried out in one arm. Her elbow also unfolds a sharp bone cutlass, which is somewhat similar to le Zhiqi.

"Kill!"

Gu fan gave a loud drink.Suddenly erupted, and the whole body rushed to all the people.

The distance of more than ten meters is fleeting, and the white bone machete on Diqing's elbow passes by, drawing an almost perfect arc.

The two figures crisscross each other.

Gu fan and di Qing stopped at the same time, but now came Gu fan's faint voice: "now You can die contentedly. "

Putong.

A figure fell.

Di Qing's eyes were full of shock and inconceivable, and he slowly fell into the pool of blood.

He covered his neck, blood could not be suppressed from the fingers in the spray.

Before dying, di Qing looks back at Gu fan, only to see the man's back, and the blood drops from the ice blade in his hand.

How fast!

Gufan is much faster than his speed hunter.

Even though they have carried out the whole body strength, they still can't make up for the fundamental gap in strength between them.

Contentment.

Death without regret.

There was no hatred or even regret in Diqing's eyes.

The luster of life gradually disappeared, and he seemed to have realized something.

That is the fact that "when this man appears, he will definitely die." there is no second possibility.

Tick, tick, tick.

Diqing and more than 20 evolutionists died.

Among the pools of blood, there was only the sound of blood falling, and the footsteps of Gu fan, the cruel devil, leaving.

It's incredible.

It's incredible that one can do this.

……

……

"Here he comes!"

"Yes, what kind of monster is this guy?"

The second floor of the luxury apartment is guarded by more than a dozen evolutionists.

Some of them were armed at the gate, others were armed with sharp machetes.

Shivering.

Throbbing.

Fear spread around the people, and no one dared to laugh at the devil like man any more.

Slow footsteps came from the stairway.

A shadow of a person loomed, panic in someone subconsciously pulled the trigger, followed by a chain reaction like gunfire.

Shoot!!

Fire!!

Bang, bang, bang!!

Guns and bullets don't need money. They insinuate at the vague people.

Yellow bullets fell to the ground, and the smell of gunpowder spread in the air, but there was also an abnormal cold.

"It's cold."

"Do you feel it..."

It's late June now, and you may be sweating in your vest, but at this time, the room is like a cold storage, and the temperature is dropping.