The bullets hit the wall with a shocking bang.

The next second, the Eight-faced Buddha ejected again. Pulling the chandelier above his head, he lifted up by two points and soared into the air.

Then, without waiting for the muzzle to be locked, he quickly knocked down a person and used both feet to exert force.

Click!

The targeted Vatican gunman screamed and died.

The last afterimage in his eyes was the Eight-faced Buddha grabbing his gun and ruthlessly killing three of his companions.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several bullets were fired at Fan Bapeng.

Fan Bapeng also reacted very quickly and pulled the shield in front of him.

Then he jumped out and tried his best to evacuate towards the door.

"Protect the prince!"

Seeing that the Brahma Bapeng was in danger, the rest of the Brahma Kingdom's elites burst out with their final fighting spirit.

They raised their injured bodies upright and fired continuously at the Eight-faced Buddha.

Bullets poured down like raindrops, making the wall bang.

Stone chips flew everywhere and gunshots thundered, but there were no screams.

In the smoke, the Eight-faced Buddha reappeared unscathed.

He held a gun in his hand.

He got close to the elites of the Brahma Kingdom and fired bullets.

"ah--"

As several warheads flew, three elite elites of the Brahma Kingdom fell to the ground with bullets between their eyebrows.

Then there was another gunshot, and the bullet penetrated the throat of another Vatican elite.

As blood splattered, the gun muzzle deflected again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three more wounded Vatican gunmen died with a flash of their heads.

"Withdraw! Withdraw! Withdraw!"

The power of the Eight-faced Buddha was beyond the expectations of the Eight-faced Buddha.

He angrily yelled at his men to retreat, but no one responded.

There were only a few shrill screams.

Then, the entire hall became dead silent, with only the crackling of burning debris.

There is no doubt that all forty-eight of his subordinates have been killed by the Eight-faced Buddha.

Fan Bapeng retreated to the door in embarrassment.

"Whoosh——"

The Eight-faced Buddha used up all the bullets, raised his left hand, and shot the sword towards him.

Fan Bapeng turned his head subconsciously, feeling that death was approaching, but he could not avoid it at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the flying knives came.

"Certainly!"

Just when Fan Bapeng's throat was about to splatter with blood, a cold voice came from the door.

The flying dagger stopped instantly and was fixed on Fan Bapeng's throat, unable to move forward even half a minute.

The face of the Eight-faced Buddha changed slightly.

Then, a woman flashed forward, reached out with one hand, and held the fallen dagger.

"Luo Yunyun, the emperor of the Brahma Kingdom, came to ask for advice!"

It is charming and weak, but like a mandala, it carries the aura of death.

The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly felt a hint of spring chill...

At this moment, the brightly lit Jin Zhilin and Song Hongyan were feeding Ye Fan some red bean syrup and said with a smile:

"Tell me, in this battle, did the Imperial Master win a complete victory, or did the Eight-faced Buddha escape?"

The red beans are bright, just like a woman’s rosy lips.
Chapter completed!