Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

The screams in the courtyard were deafening, like a hell on earth, where the dark flames passed, there was a hole the size of a baby's fist on each person's body, as if high-temperature molten iron flowed through.

Liu Hanshi, Wang Kulv, Wang Ziyi and others standing in the middle of the courtyard stood motionless, their shirts were soaked in cold sweat, and their whole bodies were shaking like chaff.

The dozens of people brought by Liu Hanshi were all lying on the ground in less than a minute.

And Zhuo Bufan still sat calmly on the wooden chair, took a sip of tea with a teacup in his hand, looking as if Tao Yuanming was leisurely in Nanshan.

"Crack!"

Zhuo Bufan gently put the celadon tea lid on, and Liu Hanshi, Wang Kulu, and Wang Ziyi all knelt on the ground with a plop.

The strong smell of blood filled the nostrils, making one sick to the stomach.

Wang Kulu and Wang Ziyi's faces turned pale. They thought that they would be able to surpass Zhuo Bufan after getting to know the two masters, get in touch with some warriors and strange people, and return to Jinling to regain face.

Now they finally understand that Zhuo Bufan's means, even if they work hard for a lifetime, they will not be able to achieve it.

Liu Hanshi shuddered all over, the middle of his trousers got wet, and he was already scared to pee.

Although he had killed people before, he was not like Zhuo Bufan, who raised his hand and killed dozens of people without changing his face. Such a person is simply a demon crawling out of hell.

"Master."

At this time, another group of people broke in from outside, about a hundred people in black clothes, and a dozen people in red clothes. Those people in red clothes were obviously warriors, and the lowest level was the third level of dark energy. , the leader was a middle-aged man with short hair like steel needles, and a terrifying scar on his face.

The gunshots here have obviously alarmed the members of the Qinglong Gang, and some warriors and strange people came to watch.

When everyone saw the scene in the yard, they all gasped.

Dozens of dead bodies lay in the yard, and each had a hole in his body.

The old god Zhuo Bufan was sitting in the middle of the courtyard, and thirty-six dark flame lotuses were floating around his body, like ghostly ghosts.

"Isn't this the Shadow Killer who killed Huiming and Huiri today?"

"It's him. I think the members of the Pu family died at his hands."

"I thought he was Zhai Wanshou's apprentice, but I didn't expect him to be a master of both magic and martial arts."

Someone exclaimed: "I don't know who is the son of a great sect who can cultivate to such a level at such a young age."

The middle-aged man with short hair saw Liu Hanshi kneeling in the yard, and squeezed his fist, "Master, why are you kneeling."

Liu Hanshi turned a deaf ear to his words. He was completely stunned by the scene just now, and even a little confused. Without Zhuo Bufan's words, he wouldn't dare to stand up.

"My friend, you came to our West Wind Town and killed so many members of our Qinglong Gang. What do you want?" The short-haired middle-aged man stared at Zhuo Bufan sharply.

"They come looking for death, I will send them a ride." Zhuo Bufan said flatly: "If you Qinglong Gang are not afraid of death, all of you can come in."

"Kill me, those who offend our Qinglong gang will have to die." The middle-aged man shouted, and jumped out first with a dozen men in red clothes.

Among them, two men in red clothes formed seals with their hands, and instantly condensed a series of white silk threads, and the dense silk threads formed a big umbrella.

"Ning!" The two shouted loudly, and saw that the white silk was condensed like a steel wire, and it turned into a big umbrella, spinning and flying towards Zhuo Bufan, trying to smash him into pieces.

Two smoldering lotus flowers directly collided with the big white silk umbrella. In an instant, the big umbrella melted into two holes. The next charred hole.

The two fell to the ground abruptly.

"No one is allowed to leave today." Zhuo Bufan yelled loudly, made seals with his hands, pressed on the ground, and instantly a light curtain enveloped the yard.

Some timid Qinglong members just wanted to escape, but after rushing out of the light curtain, their bodies collapsed like building blocks, and they fell into one piece in a mess, with internal organs, intestines, ribs, and eyeballs all falling on the ground.

"Fight with him." The middle-aged man shouted loudly, jumped up, pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and shook his hand with a cold light.

"Wan Po, Liu Miao's number one master, I heard that he has reached the seventh level of dark energy, and his swordsmanship is superb." Someone recognized his identity and said.

I saw Wan Po holding the sword in one hand, and with a flick of his hand, the soft sword immediately became straight and extremely rigid, pulling out several silver sword flowers in the air. When I was in front of me, suddenly the flowers were in full bloom.

Murderous intent arose everywhere, more than a dozen sword flowers opened, turned into hundreds of petals, and came towards Zhuo Bufan's face.

Zhuo Bufan stood proudly on the spot, his face was unhurried, and he didn't even move an inch.

"This is Wan Po's famous stunt. Pulling flowers and washing swords, he can stab hundreds of swords in a second. It's too terrifying." Someone clicked his tongue.

Finally, a gleam of clarity and light flashed in Wan Po's eyes, at such a close distance, Zhuo Bufan still didn't avoid it, there was only one way to die, as expected, he was too young and conceited, and some people die because of conceit.

At this moment, Zhuo Bufan stretched out a white arm, and put his middle and middle fingers together.

"Bang!"

Two fingers actually found the real body among countless sword flowers, and directly clamped the tip of Han Jian's sword. Wan Po looked terrified, "You, how could you find your real body..."

"It's because you are too weak." Zhuo Bufan said, flicking the blade of the sword lightly with his finger.

A majestic force pierced Wan Po's arms through the body of the sword, and the muscles in both arms burst instantly, leaving only two thick white bones. The cold sword broke inch by inch and fell to the ground.

Thirty-six dark flame lotus flowers are like death harvesters, harvesting wheat, and the whole yard is like a purgatory on earth.

"Hall master... will avenge me..." Wan Po, who fell on the ground, stared at Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan waved his hand, and a head shot up into the sky, "I'll kill you when your hall master comes."

These members of the Azure Dragon Gang have done countless unconscionable things. Zhuo Bufan will never be merciless in killing them, and he will never have any emotional fluctuations if he tramples on ants to death.

Liu Han ate noodles like dead ashes, and was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder and bowels. Wang Kulu and Wang Ziyi's minds went blank. In the end, their hatred for Zhuo Bufan was completely replaced by fear. This guy is the hell devil.

Even the warriors watching outside, these people are rebellious and not subject to the state's management, but seeing Zhuo Bufan slaughtering the members of the Qinglong Gang at this moment, they can't help but feel chills all over their bodies.

"Remember my name, shadow kill... those who offend me, kill without mercy." Zhuo Bufan's voice spread to everyone's ears, and the soul trembled.