Vol 2 Chapter 815: 1 kill, kill again!

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Everyone was silent.
This guy is crazy...
The other party had already said that he was from the Oasis Brotherhood, and he blasted his head with a single shot, and then continued to shoot the body to pieces.
When Mu Fan turned his head, the people behind him swept back three meters.
Mu Fan casually pulled out the dark gold patterned short stick behind him, and the heavy end dropped onto the thick wooden table next to it.
Boom...
Then the tip of the stick slid gently, and the rustling sound from the metal rubbing against the tabletop made people feel awe-inspiring.
"keep going."
A faint voice sounded.
Some fierce mercenaries twitched, but they didn't happen.
Mu Fan continued to scan the surroundings, his voice low and powerful.
"……keep going?"
boom!
The short stick rose high, turning into a flash of lightning and falling.
The hard oak table was smashed into mist directly by this blow.
"Don't you want to do it, continue—continued—ah!"
At this moment, Mu Fan's domineering and fierceness were undoubtedly manifested.
The sound was shaking so that the liquid in the wine glasses was shaking.
Finally, there was a strong man with a skull tattoo on his face, and his eyes were fierce.
He snorted, "Little King Bastard, I've broken you today!"
boom.
A white smoke suddenly appeared from the muzzle he pulled out.
Boom!
People only saw the short stick in Mu Fan's hand rotate to the phantom in an instant, and then smashed it to the front side in the blink of an eye.
A spark burst out of the sky.
A deep hole appeared on the ground instantly.
The spinning short stick didn't stop at all, and people didn't even know why this dark gold short stick was spinning so fast in Mu Fan's hands.
People just stared at the crater on the ground dumbfounded.
Block the bullet!
This...tm is the master of fighting!
It's still the kind of great master who can start a sect on a planet.
Mu Fan raised his head and looked at the mercenary who was nervously aiming for the second shot. The corners of his mouth were suddenly raised: "Look... die!"
There was a buzzing sound from the ground, and the rotating stick wind instantly turned into a dark gold knife wheel in the air!
As Mu Fan's feet slammed on the ground, an afterimage was pulled out in the air. This "sword wheel" flashed across the crowd directly following Mu Fan's body, and instantly appeared diagonally above the opponent.
The brawny man with the skull-faced face flashed with astonishment, just subconsciously raising the gun.
A cold taunt flashed in Mu Fan's eyes.
The right hand was instantly pulled down diagonally from the front!
A fierce fire flashed, accompanied by a mist that exploded.
Land on one knee.
In the buzzing sound, the rotating short stick gradually recovered.
Boom... This time it was the knocking sound of a light short stick backhand propped on the ground.
The mercenary holding a gun in front of him, at this moment, the magnetic rifle carries half of his upper body...
It was cut in half directly.
The plasma directly showered several people nearby.
They stood there blankly, letting the warm blood flow down their heads, not daring to move.
In other words, the soles of their horrified feet are no longer obedient.
Green, who had come in before, cried and spit out the wheel of the overnight meal, swaying in the distance, the fat Jody who just turned over and got up...
They all have only one common action at the moment.
That is swallowing saliva desperately.
They are very lucky now that their lives are really hard.
It's not dead...
If you raise a gun like this idiot, your head will probably be beaten up.
This dark golden heavy stick...
Mu Fan vowed to be easier than any weapon he had used.
Just when the seventh segment of the redemption [Fanatical Cutting] was used, the smoothness of the faint energy flow and the extreme sharpness were not possessed by other weapons!
When holding this short stick, Mu Fan even had a feeling in his heart.
That is in this world...
There is no defense he can't break!
[Is this an illusion? 】
In the blink of an eye, the last drop of blood stained along the dark gold pattern finally completely flowed into the floor.
Mu Fan slowly got up.
The surrounding crowd retreated three meters again.
Now some people are already crowded by the window, they want to see and run.
As for the superb woman that the triangular eyes just said to death, they have no idea.
This is the guy who can block bullets with a stick.
With this ability and that inhuman strength, if you really want to let go of killing, a tavern is not enough to kill.
Where is the murderer? Why haven't I heard of it before!
Mu Fan looked to the left and then to the right, but the indifferent but cold voice made people creepy.
"Do you think I dare not make a move?"
"Who else wants to die..."
"stand out."
Hum~
Hum~
The dark golden short stick whirled strangely in Mu Fan's palm.
This time, the mercenary who missed badly again, looked at the mess, and looked at the two corpses lying before and after, and did not dare to say a word.
All they can do is silently shake their heads and retreat.
Mu Fan sneered, holding the dark golden short club, and walking step by step to Lu Qingxue.
"go."
"Ok."
Replied in a soft voice.
The closest person did hear it, and the voice was like a jade pearl falling on a silver plate, cold and pleasant.
Even just listening to the voice can imagine that noble temperament and attractive face.
but……
No one who was the nearest dared to show the slightest fierce light.
Because this guy dressed like a deserter is really cruel.
This kind of breath is probably only seen in those top mercenary groups...
This style is almost a match for the teeth.
Several people suddenly had this thought in their minds, and then they trembled, and the last thoughts were all struck off.
If it is really a blood tooth ball, then dare to go up is not just looking for death!
Mu Fan is in front and Lu Qingxue is behind.
Every time a step is taken, the crowd in front automatically separates a passage.
Now it can be said that the rice field bar has been beaten by Mu Fan.
Green stood still, neither walking nor not, because he found that Mu Fan's eyes were looking straight at him.
He swallowed desperately, but fortunately, the other four brothers beside him were equally scared, but none of them ran.
The short stick was picked up by Mu Fan casually, but people always cast their sights over it unconsciously.
Mu Fan stood still, and Lu Qingxue stood still behind him.
He raised his head and looked at Green on the opposite side with indifferent eyes.
"Toby is dead, now I'm here to buy information from you."
Green was agitated, nodded desperately, and then desperately shook his head without knowing what he thought of.
Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and said, "Is this... not settled?"
Uncle Green panicked at once, "No, no, no, I tell you everything I know, don't sell it, give it, give it, and give it to you!"
"Hang out to talk."
Mu Fan and Gelin crossed sideways, leaving only a faint voice in Green's ear.
When Mu Fan was two meters away from him, the terrifying aura still stayed in his mind, shaking his head suddenly.
Green looked at his brothers, UU reading www.uukavanshu.com whispered: "Go!"
The injured wheel and Jodi were erected.
Thus, the senior in Oasis City, Uncle Green, enjoyed the treatment of dozens of people paying attention to him for the first time.
As for the drinkers in the entire bar, no one dared to say a word.
The broken sign at the entrance of the rice field bar was still swaying, and finally fell to the ground after Mu Fan walked out, and Green didn't pay attention to stepping on it.
The barkeeper has a painful expression on his face.
The group finally disappeared...
In the desert-style building, Mu Fan walked unhurriedly.
Green vowed that he had never felt that Oasis City would make him shiver in the cold in his life.
Finally, after reaching a fairly spacious corner, Mu Fan stood still.
Then turned around blankly...