Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Everything was silent, and the whole plain was only the sound of the whistling wind. The soldiers in the front row and Tarozzi's adjutant were dumbfounded. Even the rocket launcher couldn't kill him?

Qingzhu, Huang Rui, and Chen Yulin in the off-road vehicle were stunned. In the gray smoke, he stood proudly like a god of war, stepping on the domineering spirit of the world, and walked slowly towards each other step by step.

"Don't...don't let him come here." General Tarozzi shouted in horror, cigar in his mouth, "Where is the tank, hurry up and crush him to death with the tank."

"Tank!" the adjutant yelled.

The strategic equipment of the Xinsu State is relatively backward, and it is completely unable to compete with the big powers such as Britain, France, the United States, the Dragon, and Russia. Now they all use the latest battlefield tanks, but the tanks used by the Xinsu State are still third-generation tanks during World War II. The speed of the shells is even higher. The speed of sound didn't break.

Booming, the tracks of the tank crushed the grass and mud, and quickly crushed it towards Zhuo Bufan, the king of tank land combat, whether it is off-road or artillery fire, it is enough to crush all kinds of equipment on land.

"Well done."

Zhuo Bufan walked forward slowly, without dodging at all, his hands were clasped together, exuding a glazed white light, like blue stone and white jade.

"Sun Moon Bright King Fist!"

Zhuo Bufan shouted loudly, clenched his fists like shining meteors, pulled out heavy phantoms, and quickly galloped towards the tank.

"What is he doing, trying to hit the tank with his body?" Qingzhu put down the camera in his hand, opened his mouth and said in a daze.

Tarozzi laughed loudly with a cigarette in his mouth, "He actually wanted to hit the tank with his body, even the adults in Shura didn't dare to do that, crush him into a meatloaf!"

The distance between the two is hundreds of meters, but under the relative speed, they came into contact in less than three seconds. Zhuo Bufan raised his fist, carrying the power of breaking the sky, and a golden fist about three feet in size appeared on the fist Seal, blowing a cold wind, punching like a wave.

"boom!"

The golden fist print with the size of three feet hit the tank that weighed dozens of tons, and the tank trembled suddenly. Although the armored tank could resist shells hard, the huge shock force penetrated the steel armor and directly pushed the tank to the ground. The bones of the two soldiers were shaken and their internal organs burst.

Heavy tanks are generally about a hundred tons. This is just a Type 93 light land battle tank, but it weighs 51 tons. Zhuo Bufan turned it over with all his strength and smashed a deep hole.

The audience was dead silent, and such a shocking scene was even more shocking and real than watching a 3D movie in a cinema, especially the soldiers who were relatively close to each other. Has subverted their outlook on life.

After Zhuo Bufan finished all this, he continued to walk towards the front line of the fortress without looking at the tank lying aside.

These soldiers are all from the Su country. The Su country believes in the existence of gods. Zhuo Bufan is not afraid of bullets and knocks down the tank with one punch. This is not a god, so what is a god.

"God, please forgive us." The veteran who was smoking a cigarette just now suddenly threw away the AK47 in his hand and knelt on the ground with a plop.

Several soldiers beside him hesitated for a moment, then dropped their weapons one after another, knelt down on the ground, muttering something in their mouths, all the soldiers on the front line threw away their weapons, knelt down on the ground, treating Zhuo Bufan as a god.

Tarozzi finally panicked. He was the leader of the warlord, he relied on the gun in his hand to dominate one side, robbed and plundered, and did all kinds of evil, but without the gun, he was just an ordinary person.

"What are you all doing, quickly pick up your guns, he is a demon, kill him." Tarozzi shouted in horror.

Zhuo Bufan jumped over the soldiers and walked directly in front of Tarozzi.

"Devil, go to hell." Tarozzi pulled out the Bronco pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger.

A bullet was ejected from the muzzle at a speed of 350 meters per second, and a vacuum air mark was drawn in the air. Zhuo Bufan raised his hand seemingly slowly, but caught the bullet between the two fingers in the middle of his index finger. Indifferently said: "Are you the leader here?"

The adjutant standing aside knelt down on the ground with a plop, trembling.

"You... If you dare to kill me, Master Shura will definitely avenge me." Taroqi's hands and feet were cold, his pupils contracted, and he looked at Zhuo Bufan in surprise.

"Noisy!"

Zhuo Bufan flicked his fingers, and the bullet shot back, piercing Tarozzi's head, and the warlord leader who shocked Chilofa died.

Everyone was so frightened that they stuck to the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

"Notify your president that I am coming!" Zhuo Bufan said lightly, and continued to stride forward.

The adjutant and many soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief. This strong Asian man is so strong that he is not even afraid of tanks and bazookas. I don't know if the military behind can stop him.

The city of Chilofa is about the same size as a third- and fourth-tier city in the Dragon Kingdom, and its population is even much smaller than that of the Dragon Kingdom. Zhuo Bufan's spiritual sense directly covered the entire city, and immediately locked on the Ruins Theater, a large theater with a Baroque style , Roman columns, and temples are all here.

At this time, a foreign man with blond hair and brown eyes was standing outside the temple, wearing a black windbreaker, fluttering against the wind.

"Huh?" The foreign man raised his head, as if he felt someone spying on him, and then shook his head again, "Could it be my illusion?"

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared outside the temple, walking towards him slowly.

"Stop, who are you? Do you know what this place is? How dare you trespass?" The foreign man frowned, staring at the approaching person with a cold light, and shouted loudly.

Only then did he see the appearance of the visitor clearly, and he couldn't help being stunned for a moment. The visitor turned out to be an Asian boy with black hair and black eyes, about ten years old, with a straight figure and extremely handsome appearance, enough to be comparable to a first-line Asian idol star.

However, the foreign man took a look, but showed a little doubt, because he didn't feel any energy fluctuations from the young man, he was just an ordinary person.

In fact, this is because Zhuo Bufan's strength is too strong, as long as he does not release energy intentionally, the weak will not be able to perceive his strength at all.

"My name is Yingsha." The boy stopped, looked at him indifferently, and said softly.

"What kind of shadow killer, I, Luo Fu, have never heard of it, get out now..." Halfway through speaking, the foreign man suddenly widened his eyes, as if being strangled by someone, and stammered: "You...you are a shadow killer .”

He thought that communication equipment, especially military equipment, would transmit any information in an instant. Zhuo Bufan had already received the news as soon as he killed Tarozzi.

In his imagination, Shadow Killer should be an adult man, or an old monster, not to mention that he had fought against Tarozzi's army just now, even if he survived, he should be seriously injured, but looking at Shadow Killer in front of him, he was intact, as if Walking to enjoy the flowers is generally leisurely.

"Earth wall!" The foreign man's body exuded a faint yellow light, and suddenly the ground surged, and an earth wall with a thickness of one foot and a height of three feet rose up in place, blocking Zhuo Bufan's eyes.