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Chapter 330

330,

Boom~~
A spacious road of tens of feet was pushed out like this...

This road stinks of blood.

Wherever it passed, there was no life, no matter whether it was human or beast, they all filled the blood pits on the ground with blood.Even if it is more than a hundred miles before the Iron City, the environment without any obstacles is the same.

Those who rushed to the Iron City were all dead.

Looking at Fang Han's figure, he seemed to be teleporting, approaching Iron City, and the terrifying aura of massacre made someone in Iron City couldn't help shouting hoarsely: "Quick, kill him quickly, don't kill him!" Let him approach, kill him quickly..."

As soon as the voice fell, there were countless sharp and piercing voices resounding through the air.

Bang bang bang!
shhhhhh!
The sound of sniper rifles came one after another, followed by the sharp sound of bullets piercing through the air mercilessly, trying to pierce Fang Han fiercely...

Stepping on the air waves, Fang Han, who was walking through the void with the help of the air waves, just landed on the ground.

He just heard the sound of piercing through the air, one after another bullets pierced through the air, reflected in his pupils, such dense bullet greetings were beyond Fang Han's expectation, but also within reason.

Shaking his head lightly, Fang Han whispered, "It's too slow..."

After finishing speaking, he slowly raised his hand and held it in the void. The large sniper rifle bullets seemed to be frozen in the void, unable to penetrate an inch.

Seeing this scene, someone in Steel City shouted: "Impossible, those bullets are armor-piercing bullets, and there are some bullets that can break the aura..."

Many people also showed expressions of disbelief.

This scene deeply shocked many people. They did not expect that the attack they placed high hopes on would at least consume the opponent's cold, but in the end, not even a single hair of the cold was hurt.It has to be said that this was a great blow to many people, and they even doubted whether their own side, with the background of the four great dynasties, could defeat Yan Emperor Fanghan who was like a demon god.

Some young people who followed their elders out of the formation and came to see the world were full of shock.

A young man couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and said, "I heard that Emperor Yan Fanghan is only at the level of strength!"

Snapped!
"Who are you fooling?"

A young man next to him subconsciously slapped him, and roared angrily on his face: "This kind of strength, you tell me it is at the Huajin level. I just got lucky and didn't have such strength. You tell me this is Huajin strength, do you want to kill me? Is it?!"

The young man who was slapped had a look of grievance, and it wasn't him who said such a thing.

The group of people on the side also nodded repeatedly.

Obviously, this kind of strength is the only way to strengthen the level of strength, so what is their strength, bright strength or dark strength?

Looking at the man standing in the distance, with an indifferent expression, holding one hand in the air, like a god, a thought came to countless people's minds, such a man, tell me, he only uses his strength, not to seek Money kills you? !

Suddenly there is an illusion that all the troublemakers want to harm me and inherit my country.

Fang Han held the hand in the air, and let go suddenly. The bullets that sniped at him didn't hit the ground directly, but flew out one after another, causing some people to bow their heads in fright.

Quickly and quickly kneeling down, the bullets shot down their heads, cutting off many standing people.

Many people who were sweating profusely from fright secretly sighed in their hearts: "Fortunately, I kneel fast!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a chill in my heart. When is it a kind of happiness to kneel fast?

"Yandi Fanghan, what you have done is simply unacceptable. You have killed so many people with families, and how many families have been destroyed because of you. Don't you feel any guilt in your heart?" Could it be that you..." At this moment, a tall figure appeared on the wall of Iron City, overlooking Fang Han from a high distance, his mouth was full of benevolence and morality, and he gave a stern reprimand With Fang Han.

Listed Fang Han's massacres along the way, killing many innocent people, they could have not died, but they still died in Fang Han's hands, calling him insensitive, murderous, and murderous. devil.

Fang Han listened with a calm expression from the beginning to the end, and never took his eyes off the man.

It wasn't until the other party's reprimand and evaluation were finished that Fang Han responded slowly: "Oh!"

No sophistry!
There is no excuse for the specific cause and effect!

Not to mention not reprimanding the other party for their hypocrisy and hypocrisy, exposing that this is the method of the four dynasties...

Just one sentence, neither salty nor bland, makes people unable to see through Fang Han's inner thoughts, and also makes people who stand on the moral high ground feel like a punch has been punched on cotton, full of a kind of frustrated powerlessness feel.

Frustration is defeat, and the moral high ground cannot be lost. The other party continued to scold: "You kind of murderer who kills innocent people indiscriminately, don't you have a trace of guilt?"

Fang Han glanced at the other party indifferently, as if he was asking why he felt guilty, what is there to feel guilty about?
"If you are so obsessed with obsession, you will surely make people and gods angry, and everyone will betray their relatives!"

Fang Han's attitude made the eyes of those who reprimanded him faintly flicker, but he said in a loud and impassioned voice: "Everyone, it's time for the four great dynasties to uphold justice. This son has fallen into the devil's way and killed innocent people indiscriminately." , everyone betrayed their relatives, I implore everyone to turn the tide, wipe out this demon, and return the world to a bright future..."

Hearing such impassioned words, except for a few young people whose faces were full of enthusiasm.

Some elderly people around took a step back subconsciously, and then, as if after thinking about it, they stepped forward again, stretched out their hands, and pulled back those young people whose faces were full of enthusiasm.

These are all my nephews, so I can't let them go to die!
After being pulled by his uncle, the young man with blood on his face couldn't help but twitched his heart when he saw many people flinching. If no one was pulling them, wouldn't it be true if they rushed out? Send to death?

They have witnessed with their own eyes that Emperor Yan Fanghan is so powerful, and they know that the handwriting on the hot blood will undoubtedly kill him.

Some young people asked a little angrily, "Who is that person?"

The young people who were fooled by a few words also pricked up their ears, wondering who the speaker was, and he looked only 34 years old. He didn't seem like someone who had the status to stand up and reprimand Yan Emperor Fanghan .

"He was a man of the day 300 years ago, and the Great Yao Dynasty suppressed the current martial arts myth!"

As if aware of the anger of the younger generation, and as if to cover up his backward behavior, an old man in the crowd said with reverence on his face.

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