Chapter 1040

Wang Fan suddenly realized that this guy's expression was all pretended before, and his purpose was to use himself to escape.

Nima, she is a deserter, and she has the face to criticize others. It's enough to think about it.

He was speechless. He didn't understand how this guy had the face to say the word "deserter".

In the face of the fierce man's long knife, Wang Fan's face didn't change. He just flashed casually and dodged. Then he turned around, raised his foot and kicked his opponent's waist.

With a bang, the fierce man was kicked in the waist. He felt a strong attack, and directly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

His face was a little ugly, and his heart was full of waves.

Originally, he thought that his knife was enough to kill Wang Fan, but he never thought that he was overthrown by Wang Fan.

He immediately realized that he had kicked the iron plate. The guy's fear expression before was obviously pretended.

"Who are you? You are so powerful. Why haven't I met you? " He endured the pain and asked Wang Fan, but his right hand slowly moved to the gun bag behind him.

Before, he was afraid that the gunshot would disturb others. In addition, he thought that people like Wang Fan couldn't bear his knife, so he didn't shoot.

But now, Wang fan is playing the role of a pig and eating a tiger. His strength is obviously stronger. He doesn't know how many times. Naturally, he doesn't care so much.

It's important to protect one's life. Even if the gunshot really attracts other people's attention, he must kill Wang Fan first.

"Who am I? Do I need to report to you? The Dao Wu sect is so big and has so many members. Can't you know all of them? "

Wang Fan sneered, "I really thought you took me as a deserter, so angry that you followed me personally. I didn't expect that you are the real deserter. "

"Originally, I had some appreciation for your conduct. I just wanted to knock you out and spare your life. But now, you disappoint me so much that you have to die. "

Wang Fan said sarcastically and sent back the four words "you can only die" intact.

"I die? Go to hell Fierce male listen to Wang Fan's words, where still don't know Wang Fan has planned to kill.

He burst to drink a, draw a gun directly, then want to aim at Wang Fan to pull the trigger.

Unfortunately, it is still a step slow.

Wang Fan has experienced many battles. What scenes have you never seen? Even now the injury is too heavy, the strength drops greatly, but still is not the fierce male this kind of person to be able to deal with.

Wang Fan had already seen his little action, but he just ignored it.

With a whoosh, Wang Fan's shadow knife went out at the first time.

Hiss.

Accompanied by a spray of blood mist, the fierce man only felt a pain in his wrist. He was cut off with a gun and fell to the ground. He had no chance to pull the trigger.

His face changed greatly, and severe pain came. He opened his mouth and wanted to scream.

But at this time, Wang Fan shadow knife backhand stroke, hiss, has gone into his throat, repeatedly cut.

Bang.

The half seated body of the fierce man flopped to the ground and died.

Wang Fan did not look at him, went to the broken hand, picked up the bloody gun in his hand, and then quickly left here.

He didn't care about killing such a small shrimps.

Wang Fan flies fast in the forest, and also carefully pays attention to the surrounding movement. Once he finds someone, he will avoid them at the first time and not give them the chance to meet him.

In this way, more than half an hour later, Wang Fan has appeared at the foot of the edge of the mountain.

He took a look, and there was no one around. Then he flashed out without hesitation, and was about to run out.

But just then, his face suddenly changed.

"Who?"

"Kill

With a few ferocious roars, followed by a series of dense gunshots.

Come on, come on.

The sound of guns crackled like firecrackers, deafening.

Dense bullets like a big net, through the rain, crazy toward Wang Fan shot in the past.

Wang Fan's face changed greatly!

Without any hesitation, he fell down on the ground and rolled up in confusion.

His body was covered with cold sweat, and his whole body was cool.

He didn't expect that after his strength plummeted, his perception declined so much that he didn't find any ambush.

If not for the first time when he rushed out, he would have died in the net.

However, Rao is like this, still has several bullets to rub Wang Fan's body, raised a blood fog.

That hot stabbing pain, while making Wang Fan grin, anger is crazy expansion.

His chest, also through a bullet, bloody.The bullet almost penetrated his heart. It was very dangerous.

If it wasn't for his bad luck, or a little faster, the bullet would have really penetrated his heart.

At that time, even if he has the ability to communicate with heaven and the skill to communicate with God, he will not be able to return to heaven.

Although Wang Fan's medical skills are powerful, they are not strong enough to cure the dead and save the bones.

He found a shelter to hide, drained the bullet from his chest, pricked a few needles quickly, sprinkled some powder, and then carefully turned to look.

Not far away, three or five people stood up in all directions of southeast and northwest. They were armed with knives and guns, and soon formed an encirclement, approaching Wang Fan in a murderous manner.

"Don't hide any more. I've seen you. Come out!"

One of them pointed to Wang Fan and drank coldly, "I'm Heba, the Second World War general under the leader of Li sect of Daowu sect. These people are all my brothers. They are first-class, no matter how they are shot or how powerful they are. "

He pointed to Wang Fan, "I know that you are the innate master of the dream Pavilion, powerful, but, in our hands, you still want to die."

"Of course, if you are willing to tell me how many people there are on the mountain, maybe I will spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame our brothers for shooting you to hell. "

He said, with a wave of his hand, all his subordinates stood about five or six meters in front of Wang Fan.

This is the best distance for the Haba people. It will not only make their shooting more accurate and not waste more bullets, but also make Wang Fan unable to play his innate power.

After all, Heba and others all know that the congenital experts of dream Pavilion don't have guns, they rely on the big knives in their hands.

In this case, of course, Heba will not fall into the enemy's attack range.

Wang Fan didn't speak. He just adjusted his state and pinched out the gun he had snatched from Meng Nan's hand. He carefully looked at the position of Heba and others.

The pistol in his hand is full of 18 bullets. Now three of them have been shot, and there are still 15 left.

And the enemy has 21, that is to say, if Wang Fan's bullets run out, he can only kill 15 people at most, and there are six people he can't kill.

When Heba saw that Wang Fan didn't speak and didn't move, he couldn't help frowning. He pointed to Wang Fan's position and said,

"I don't have time to waste with you. If you don't come out after I count to three, don't blame me for Heba's impoliteness!"

With his voice, his subordinates began to load the gun, and the muzzle of the black gun pointed to Wang Fan's position, and the killing was diffuse.

Meanwhile, Heba has begun to count.