As soon as Sun Guozheng finished speaking, Zeng Fan's smile had not even been closed, the twenty men in black with guns pulled the trigger without hesitation. For a moment, fire broke out in the basement and gunfire sounded endlessly, scaring all the rich people who wanted to escape from the basement.

Sun Guozheng looked at Zeng Fan baptized by a bullet, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The Changsheng Cult is from the mainland, this is the Hong Kong Gate, I am the local emperor. No matter how powerful the Changsheng Cult is, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. My Sun Guozheng just destroyed you, a little thing. What can the Changsheng Cult do to me?"

At the Hong Kong Gate, Sun Guozheng is the general. Even if Shen Kai and Yang Lei see him, they have to bow their heads obediently!

The gunshots of the people in black lasted for a minute, hitting the bullet shells all over the ground, and finally stopped. At this time, Zeng Fan was really shot into a sieve as Sun Guozheng said.

Zeng Fan fell to the ground, his body curled so much that he was not as human as he was thrown aside by the brocade box containing thirty-six golden needles.

Blood slowly spread along his body to Sun Guozheng's feet.

Sun Guozheng waved his hand, and the people in black in front of him quickly made a way. He walked leisurely to Zeng Fan's body and picked up the brocade box.

"Waste." Sun Guozheng gently blew away the dust from the brocade box, even spat on Zeng Fan's body, and then prepared to leave disdainfully.

Sun Guozheng was in the Gangmen with one hand and killed one or two people, as relaxed as killing an ant. When he was secretly proud of his position, he suddenly realized that the faces of the men in black in front of him showed a look of horror.

A powerful palm suddenly grabbed Sun Guozheng's ankle tightly. The smile on Sun Guozheng's face stopped and something was in his mind.

He turned his head stiffly, his eyes suddenly burst into tears. Zeng Fan, who was still covered in blood just now, was lying on the ground, like an evil ghost, with blood on his face, staring at Sun Guozheng with hatred!

His arms were like powerful pliers, and no matter how Sun Guozheng struggled, it would be useless!

"Damn it! Let it go!" Sun Guozheng shouted angrily, raised his foot and stepped on Zeng Fan's head. Zeng Fan's head was even twisted by him, and half of his face collapsed, but the strength in his hand did not diminish at all!

It was not until this time that Sun Guozheng realized that Zeng Fan in front of him was not a human being at all.

"Get me! Beat him into minced meat!" Sun Guozheng sat on the ground tremblingly, hugged thirty-six golden needles tightly in his arms, and shouted frantically to his subordinates behind him.

The people in black have never seen such a terrible scene. Although they were afraid, they still gritted their teeth and shot the barrel against Zeng Fan's head!

Zeng Fan's head turned into minced meat on the spot under such a terrible shooting. When he let go, only a few pieces of minced meat were still emitting black smoke on his neck!

Seeing this, Sun Guozheng hurriedly got up and laughed at Zeng Fan's body: "No matter whether you are a human or a ghost, you have been beaten into meat by me-"

Before Sun Guozheng finished speaking, his arm had been inserted straight into his mouth, pulling out his tongue alive!

"Ah...ah..."

Sun Guozheng saw his tongue being pulled out and no longer smiled. He unconsciously emitted a few syllables, and finally blood flowed from his mouth. He fell to the ground not long after, without any sound.

"Ghost...Ghost!"

"What is this thing?!"

"He can't kill him, let's run away!"

Even the people in black who had been through many battles had never seen such a terrible picture. A corpse that was beaten to the point of being bloody could still stand up and kill Sun Guozheng with bare hands!

After killing Sun Guozheng, Zeng Fan stood still and saw that the wounds on his body were healing rapidly. The bullets that had penetrated into his body were squeezed out of his body one by one, and fell on the floor and made a crisp sound.

In just three minutes, Zeng Fan had returned to his original state. If it weren't for his tattered clothes and blood all over the ground, it seemed that he had never been injured.

"Old thing, you dare to go against the Eternal Life Sect, and you think you have a long life."

Zeng Fan kicked Sun Guozheng's body away, snatched the brocade box from his hand, and wiped it on the brocade box like Sun Guozheng.

"Zeng Fan!"

At this moment, Yan Ning finally got rid of the three ghost kings and chased them to the basement, witnessing the bloody scene just now.

Zeng Fan heard Yan Ning's shout and showed a disgusting expression: "Kanskin!"

Sun Guozheng's tragic death just now was witnessed by Yan Ning throughout the whole process. He had already confirmed Zeng Fan's identity - a zombie.

The only ones who were beaten to the point of being bloody and able to stand up and recover at such a speed were the only ones who could recover.

"You can't escape tonight." Yan Ning pulled out Ming Po and said coldly.

"Is that true?" Zeng Fan sneered, tore Sun Guozheng's clothes and tied the brocade box to his body.

"I heard that there was a guy named Yan Ning in the mainland who liked to go against our Changsheng Sect. First, he destroyed the useless Kubota Kou, and then subverted the Fang family that our Changsheng Sect had trained for many years... Now when I see you, I'm afraid that's just that. You brought so many people to encircle me, but I still played around with you!"

Yan Ning didn't want to talk nonsense with Zeng Fan, so he drove his sword forward and slashed it down!

"Reckless man," Zeng Fan said sarcastically, "Zhou Ji and Xie Kong are all wastes, and you can't even solve them. The positions of our four great guardians seem to be easy to change their master!"

"If they are waste, you are not even as good as waste!"

Yan Ning sneered, pulled out a yellow talisman from his hand, and threw it into the air. A flash of sword light, Ming Po had already passed through the Taoist talisman, only Yan Ning thought:

"The Jade Emperor has several edicts to perform the truth of the Dharma. The golden light is connected and shines on the universe. My palm breaks the soul and controls all spirits. Thousands of demons and filth, and all the spirits are destroyed!"

A ferocious white tiger phantom pounced out of the underworld and rushed towards Zeng Fan with the power of a thousand troops!

Seeing this, Zeng Fan looked a little solemn: "The White Tiger Slash in Yitang is indeed the successor of Maoshan! But you, the White Tiger Slash, have not yet practiced, and you want to use it to deal with me. It's too whimsical!"

After Zeng Fan finished speaking, he pulled out the Taoist flag that had just summoned the Ghost King, and then heard him recite the magic tricks silently, bit his fingers, popped out three blood and blood, and bounced in front of the White Tiger in the air. The Taoist flag was gently brushed, and the White Tiger's aura gradually weakened. Before he could rush to Zeng Fan, he had turned into blue smoke and disappeared.

It was just a breeze that lifted Zeng Fan's ragged clothes.
Chapter completed!