At this moment, Miao Jinge suddenly opened his eyes wide, and blood spurted out from the tip of his tongue.

The blood was sprinkled on the strong cowhide drum, and the cowhide drum, which was already vibrating violently, kept ringing like an electronic drum.

The sound is dull and thick.

Ye Fan's calm expression also changed drastically.

Every beat of the cowhide drum seemed to involve his heart.

My own heartbeat seemed to follow the frequency of the cowhide drum, beating again and again, faster and faster.

As the drum beat, not only did my heart become more and more uncomfortable, as if it was about to explode at any time, but my thinking also became sluggish.

At this moment, Ye Fan had to sigh: He is indeed the king of Miao City, more domineering than he imagined.

"flutter--"

Ye Fan didn't dare to be careless, so he took out two silver needles and pierced his heart.

When the silver needle fell, the palpitations disappeared, and Ye Fan's hands and feet became flexible again.

He shouted: "Crooked way."

At the same time, Ye Fan rushed out with a lunge and stabbed him with his spear without saying a word.

"when!"

Miao Jinge didn't have time to draw his sword, so he instinctively blocked the sword.

With a crisp sound, the trembling leather drum suddenly deflated and turned into a piece of cowhide.

Ye Fan felt completely relaxed.

"Boy, destroy my treasure."

Miao Jinge was furious when he saw this, threw away the cowhide, grabbed a knife and rushed towards Ye Fan.

He didn't believe that Ye Fan's heart was not hurt by the cowhide drum.

The swords and guns collided again, and the two fought fiercely together again, fighting and retreating at the same time.

After more than a dozen rounds, Ye Fan was still full of energy, but Miao Jinge's face turned red unknowingly.

He finally felt suffocated because he could not catch his breath.

"One shot in the air!"

Ye Fan gathered 80% of his strength and stabbed out an earth-shattering shot.

"boom!"

Miao Jinge's expression turned cold and he blocked the attack with his long sword.

"when!"

The long knife broke in Ye Fan's sudden attack, and Miao Jinge fell straight and flew out.

After nearly ten meters, Miao Jinge stopped.

He shook twice before half-kneeling on the ground, his chest rising and falling, and a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Seriously injured.

Ye Fan did not waste the opportunity and rushed forward, swiping his spear mercilessly on the way.

The two Miao elites who flew towards them fell to the ground with their throats in their hands.

Ye Fan shot back and three more people were swept away.

Irresistible.

"Shoot, shoot me!"

Miao Jinge's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he shouted angrily at the night sky:

"Kill him, kill him."

The two of them had already unknowingly entered the middle of the octagonal building. There were eight snipers deployed by Miao Jinge upstairs.

As long as Ye Fan enters here, no matter how powerful he is, he will still suffer.

Hearing Miao Jinge's roar, Ye Fan instinctively stopped.

But there were no gunshots in the darkness, and no bullets were fired. It was as silent as ever.

Miao Jinge shouted again: "Shoot, shoot!"

Still no response from the commanding heights.

Miao Jinge's face changed drastically, he smelled something bad, and the eight snipers were probably dead.

It's just that he can't figure it out, who is the one who killed his trump card?

"Calm your bluff and hit the road."

At this moment, Ye Fan sneered, no longer worried about the gunman, and rushed towards Miao Jinge with a wave of his spear.

Miao Jinge clutched his chest and turned around to run:
Chapter completed!