Before he could finish his sentence, Fan Zheng made his move.
The consciousness of Shaolin's ancient Vajra Demon Subduing Rod spread throughout his entire body. As he waved the long rod, an innate aura gushed out. Fan Zheng was like a Vajra who had descended into the world.
"Fight!"
Fan Zheng's staff techniques had been integrated into his bones and blood. When he waved the staff, it was as fast as the wind.
"Bang!"
Before he could react, Fan Zheng had already struck his hand with his staff. The pistol flew out of his hand and landed in Fan Zheng's hand.
"F * ck!"
The sky-nosed boss was so scared that he almost fainted.
If he couldn't even deal with a spear, was this monk still human?
"You, don't do anything rash! Even if you take one gun, we, we still have four! It's enough to hit you!"
"Gun? Guns are useless against me!"
Fan Zheng smiled and gripped the pistol in his hand. He exerted force with his Vajra Finger and the steel pistol was crushed like a cooked egg.
At this moment, Yang Zijia was stunned.
This young monk was as handsome as jade, and his martial arts were strong. He could even break steel with his bare hands. He was simply like an ancient god of war, shocking people!
The hostages who were being threatened were all dumbstruck.
Even the remaining robbers were shocked speechless by this scene.
F * ck! This was f * cking Superman!
The bullets couldn't hit, and the pistol was crushed into pieces. How the f * ck was he supposed to shoot?!
"Amitabha. Patrons, put down your butcher's knife and repent!" Fan Zheng chanted again.”
"Yes…yes yes…"
The youngest of the robbers was only 18 or 19 years old. He was so frightened by Fan Zheng that he was about to throw his gun on the ground.
"Er Mazi, are you crazy?"
"Beat him up!" he roared. Shoot! I don't believe he won't die!
Kill him so we can go out and split the money!"
"Yes, yes, Boss!"
The other robbers reacted and raised their guns, shooting at Fan Zheng like crazy.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!"
Fan Zheng's face turned furious.”
"Ding, ding ding, ding ding…"
The bullets were deflected by the Demon Subduing Rod that was waved rapidly. Fan Zheng's expression was cold. He leaped up without hesitation and threw a punch with his right hand at one of the bandits 'mouth.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, one of the robbers was sent flying by Fan Zheng's punch. He crashed into the wall and fainted.
The group of hostages were dumbfounded. It was as if they heard a female voice shouting in their ears,“FirstBlood!”
Fan Zheng didn't stop moving. He lowered his waist and lowered his elbow. His left fist was like fishing for the moon in the sea. It shot into the sky and hit the chin of one of the robbers.
"Bang!"
"Kacha!"
The sound of bones shattering was chilling. The second robber was punched to the ceiling and fell to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood and could no longer get up.
“DoubleKill！”
The third robber was hit by Fan Zheng.
“TripleKill！”
The fourth robber was kicked by Fan Zheng.
“QuadraKill！”
The eyes of the hostages squatting in the corner of the wall almost fell out of their sockets.
F * ck! Was he a f * cking monk? This was f * cking a god of slaughter!
It was too f * cking shocking!
A few armed robbers were not even worth a few chickens to him. They were defeated by him in just a few moves.
Yang Zijia looked at Fan Zheng in a daze. She was shocked when she saw his god-like appearance!
Unexpectedly!
There was actually such a brave person in the world!
There was such a handsome and invincible monk!
She stared at Fan Zheng without blinking. She had already forgotten that she was still being held hostage. She only had eyes for Fan Zheng.
"Ah!"
The man with the skyward nose could no longer withstand the fear in his heart. His legs trembled, and a stream of smelly water flowed down his pants.
If it weren't for the fact that he had one hand on Yang Zijia's neck, he would have fallen to the ground.
"Don't, don't come over! I, I have a hostage!"
The man with the sky-nosed face shivered as he pushed Yang Zijia backward.
"Amitabha, don't be nervous, benefactor. Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha!"
"No, don't come over, don't come over! If you come any closer, I, I will strangle her to death…"
Before he could finish his sentence, the staff hit his head.
"Bang!"
He knocked him out with one hit.
Big Boss Tian Nose rolled his eyes and could no longer maintain his body. He slowly fell back.
"Ah!"
Yang Zijia was scared out of her wits!
She was calm enough when she was being held hostage, but when she was finally saved, the fear in her heart surged.
"Help!"
She screamed and rushed forward. She jumped up and hugged Fan Zheng. Her long legs were tightly wrapped around him, seeking protection from the hero in her heart.
Plop!
The last bandit boss finally fell to the ground and fainted.
The group of hostages squatting in the corner looked like they were watching a thrilling American blockbuster.
Within a few minutes, he had subdued five armed robbers!
Vaguely, the hostages seemed to hear a female voice shouting,"
“PentaKill！”
“Aced！”
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