Although the hunt on the coast took Ye Fan a lot of time, the harvest was huge.
The power of faith that God Moro has accumulated over thousands of years will eventually make Ye Fan wedding clothes.
The sword spirit was bred from the Thunder Tribulation Sword, and it became an unparalleled spiritual weapon. It was extraordinary and could be compared with the gods in the dust.
In time, with the improvement of Ye Fan's realm of strength, Lei Jiejian will surely shake nine heavens and ten places.
On the other hand, Ye Fan also noticed that there are many mysterious existences on Earth.
Although the remnant soul of the Moro lives in the giant hammer, its divine consciousness is many times stronger than that of the great priest of the country.
Had it not been for Wei Lao's help, Ye Fan would have been seized by God Moro now, and his consciousness had been wiped out.
There is no idea how many horrible existences like God Moro are in the world. This made Ye Fan awe and dare not forget about it.
At the next moment, Ye Fan closed his eyes tightly and spread out his spiritual consciousness, spreading in all directions like a spider web.
After a while, this divine sense expanded to its limit and could no longer move forward an inch.
The spreading divine consciousness doesn't have any power, it can't kill the enemy like Zhanxianfeidao, but it has the power of "clairvoyance" and "shunfeng ear".
Most of Huahai City was already shrouded in divine consciousness, and a little bit of wind and grass could not escape Ye Fan's capture.
Such supernatural powers are truly breathtaking, they are no different from ancient immortals!
Ye Fan "watched" all the conspiracies and tricks under the dark night.
"Haha... these foreign killers moved fast enough, so many people came overnight!"
"Just right! I will use you to sacrifice my divine sword!"
Ye Fan sneered, holding the Thunder Jie sword, the sword light was like a dragon, and the man walked with the sword towards the distance.
...
Inside an abandoned warehouse in the eastern suburbs of Huahai City.
The strong smell of gunpowder and metal diffuses.
Thousands of squares of space are filled with all kinds of weapons and equipment, such as AK47, M16, Tafer TAR-21 and other assault rifles, Barrett anti-material sniper rifles, grenades, flash bombs, tear gas, and even There are two anti-tank rocket launchers.
It looked like a small arsenal, enough to arm a company's regular army, and could easily wipe down a small town.
Huaxia has always banned guns and has very strict controls on thermal weapons. Obviously, these equipment came through special channels.
In the warehouse, more than fifty fierce men were all wiping their weapons.
The all-black black man, his muscles stretched and bulged like a rock, almost burst his tight vest.
They are members of the No. 1 underground organization "Silver Fox" in North Africa and gathered here to hunt Ye Fan.
"Boss, I have already inquired that the Huaxia boy has a mansion on the top of Sheshan Mountain. We lie in ambush around him secretly. When he comes, even nine lives are not enough to die!"
"Hehehe... The reward of 10 billion U.S. dollars is enough for us to spend a lifetime! Then go to Hollywood in the United States and taste the taste of those big stars!"
The atmosphere in the warehouse was relaxed, without any tension.
In their view, as long as they finish this ticket, they can retreat from the world and spend their lives smartly with the sky-high reward.
"Don't be careless!"
The leader of the Silver Fox organization is a one-eyed dragon. The only left eye that is left scans the audience and coldly said: "That kid can let Li Leiting offer a reward of tens of billions. It's definitely not a good thing!"
"Boss, don't worry! We have brought two anti-tank rocket launchers specially. Even if the boy's copper skin and iron bones are bombarded, he will be broken into slag, and there will be no ashes left!" A black man Said confidently.
At the next moment, an abrupt young male voice sounded in the warehouse without warning:
"Really? I really want to learn!"
Hearing this unfamiliar voice, all the guys in the venue stretched tight, as if they were facing a big enemy, they immediately turned their heads and looked at the source of the sound.
In his sight, an eighteen or nine-year-old boy appeared, holding a long sword, his clothes not stained with dust, and invisibly revealed an extraordinary temperament.
"It's you-Ye Fan!"
The members of these "Silver Fox" organizations recognized him immediately.
In the eyes of everyone, there was a look of greed that was hard to hide, as if they were looking at a golden mountain worth tens of billions of dollars.
"Jie Jie Jie..." The leader Cyclops gave a dark smile, and said: "Smelly boy, you took the initiative to send it to the door, you don't know how to write dead words!"
As he said, the Cyclops commanded: "Fire! Don't hit your head, let's take his head to receive the reward!"
"Yes!"
More than fifty men said in unison.
Immediately afterwards, they raised their guns at the same time, the black hole pointed at Ye Fan, and slammed the trigger.
"Boom boom boom boom!!!"
A series of dense sounds, deafening, resounded through the world.
The rain of bullets formed a large net in mid-air and enveloped Ye Fan, as if to sift him into a sieve.
But the next moment, an incredible scene appeared in everyone's eyes
Those specially-made bullets, three inches in front of Ye Fan, seemed to hit a copper wall and iron wall, suddenly stopped, and it was difficult to advance.
Countless bullets just hung in mid-air, violating the law of universal gravitation, just like a static picture, looking very strange.
The guys were dumbfounded and dumbfounded when they saw this, they couldn't believe their eyes.
"Oh my god... what happened to this?"
"Does this kid know how to be a demon?"
"Quick! Use a rocket launcher!" the chief one-eyed dragon gave orders.
Hearing this, the big guys reacted and rushed to the side of the two rocket launchers, wanting to use this weapon of mass destruction.
"Huh...like an ant!"
Ye Fan's aura suddenly lifted up, showing his majesty, as if he was transformed into a world-class war-god. Even thousands of troops and horses could not stop him, like the mighty power of Mount Tai, rushing forward, trying to crush the sky and tear the sky.
"Lei Jiejian-Cut!"
Ye Fan yelled and slammed the Lei Jiejian.
"Huh!"
A purple sword gas resembled a Thunder Dragon electric python, lasing out, reaching the extreme speed, even surpassing the speed of sound.
"Puff chick chick chick!"
The sound of sharp blades entering the body sounded one after another.
In the next moment, a blood line appeared on the necks of more than fifty black men, their heads fell to the ground one after another, the corpses separated, and the warehouse seemed to be turned into a Hell of Shura.
The leader of the "Silver Fox" and all the elite members are all dead.
Without any hesitation, Ye Fan turned and floated away.
...
On the bank of the Huangpu River, in a high-end apartment.
On the big bed in the master bedroom lay a pure-looking, slightly childish girl, who was at most fifteen or sixteen years old, but she was also a beauty.
Her starry eyes closed tightly, her pretty face flushed, and she looked as if she was fainted by some medicine.
At the bedside, there was a man staring down at her sleeping face, his eyes full of covetousness, as if he was admiring some perfect artwork.
What is shocking is that the man's face is covered with tattoos, combined into a clown mask pattern, revealing evil in the ugliness, which is creepy.
"The Ripper" Leo!
The most notorious murderer in Europe!
I don't know how many young girls in the season were brutally killed by his poisonous hands.
"Tsk tsk..."
Leo stretched out his fingers, stroked the girl's delicate skin, and sighed: "The greenness of the Eastern girl is really mouth-watering!"
With that, he was about to transform into a beast, tearing apart the girl's pajamas.
"Huh!"
At this moment, a dazzling sword light emerged without warning.
Leo had no time to react, and his heart was immediately penetrated.
He looked down at the sharp sword, his eyes widening, as if he could not believe this fact.
But the next moment, all his vitality was wiped out, and his body fell to the ground with a thump, completely dead.
...
Similar things happened in every corner of Huahai.
Overnight, 36 top killers in the world, more than a dozen underground organizations outside the country, a total of 567 people, all died and no one survived.
The wages of avarice is death.
They all came because of the tens of billions of dollars in rewards, but they lost their lives because of it.
That night, Ye Fan carried a three-foot green front, like the supreme killer, and the patron saint of Huahai!
One man, one sword, guard the Huahai!
Ask the world, who would dare to commit another crime?
