Qu Xinghun, president of the Northern Wushu Association, was actually beaten to death on the spot. Everyone held their breath and their hearts were pounding.

It took almost half a minute to react.

"elder brother!"

Qu Xingyuan screamed in a wheelchair, burst into tears, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The masters of the Northern Wushu Association rushed to the arena one by one and helped Qu Xinghun up. Unfortunately, Qu Xinghun's head was drooping and his breath was gone.

Chen Nian stood on the arena with no sadness or joy in his expression. Killing Qu Xinghun was nothing to him.

The martial arts masters are also divided into different levels. After the Siam defeated Naiyang, ordinary masters are no longer taken seriously by Chen Nian.

Looking at Qu Xinghun who was dead there, Chen Nian sighed. He originally planned to save the other party's life, but the other party despised him as a young boy, and his words were ugly, which was his own fault.

Shaking his head, Chen Nian was about to leave.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, Yun Chao, who had been eyeing him, spoke up.

He bowed to Boss Feng next to him and said, "Boss Feng, it's your turn to do the next step."

Boss Feng immediately understood Yun Chao's meaning. With a wave of his hand, he saw dense figures rushing to the ring and surrounding Chen Nian. Everyone took out a gun from his pocket and locked Chen Nian.

The atmosphere around suddenly condensed, and it was obvious that these people did not intend to let Chen Nian leave.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Qu Xingyuan, who had spit out a mouthful of blood, said gritting his teeth.

The boss Feng smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, Vice President Xu, even if he is a god, he will definitely die under so many guns."

Boss Feng slowly raised his hand, and it was obvious that as long as his hand fell, his subordinates would shoot Chen Nian to death.

Even the masters of the Martial Arts Association did not expect that many people cursed Yun Chao and were also sad for the deep thoughts.

It's a pity to win the game but lose your life.

Just as Boss Feng's gesture was about to fall, the expression on his face instantly became stiff.

Because a red dot appeared at the center of his eyebrows, not only him, but everyone in his subordinates holding guns had their eyebrows locked by red dots.

"What's going on?"

Yun Chao looked around, but he didn't find any ambushing snipers at all.

"You dare to play with me, you're looking for death!"

Shadow said coldly, he is his ancestor who is playing with the silence.

"Kill them all."

The shadow fell with a sound.

"Bang bang bang!"

Like the sound of a glass bottle shattering, more than 20 men in black, including Boss Feng, fell to the ground one after another.

Especially Boss Feng, his head exploded on the spot, making Yun Chao next to him so scared that he almost collapsed on the ground.

What kind of existence did you provoke?

Yan Zhengzheng, who saw that the opportunity was not good, was about to turn around and escape. However, he was pinched by Kaibu and grabbed his neck, then threw it under the ring.

I saw dense figures appearing at the entrance of the stadium. They were members of the Polang group, and there were also Shadow group. This was the first time Polang and Shadow group cooperated, and the cooperation was perfect.

The masters from the Martial Arts Association were all dumbfounded. Everything just now was like a gunfight blockbuster. Although they knew martial arts one by one, the martial artists in the prosperous era were so scared that their bodies were trembling at this moment.

"Sir, please spare my life."

Yan Zheng was already scared to the point of being so scared that all the dead were emitting their souls.

Even Qu Xinghun was dead, what was he a small minion?

"What have you done earlier?

It's too late to beg for mercy now."

Chen Nian said coldly, his palm wiping his neck, and then several gunshots drowning out the solemn begging for mercy.

Qu Xinghun, Qu Xingyuan, including Yan Zhengnei, all fell in a pool of blood.

And the masters of the martial arts association were so scared that they were trembling.

Chen Nian ignored them and took his subordinates away.

They didn't react until Chen Nian and others left for more than ten minutes.

"what to do?"

Everyone looked at Che Xiaoyuan.

Both Qu Xinghun brothers were dead. In the future, the Northern Martial Arts Association will follow the leader of Che Xiaoyuan.

“What else can I do?

It's just that nothing happened.

This Shenming Kung Fu is so good that we are no match for him, not to mention that his subordinates are well-trained, such people are not something we can afford to provoke."

After Che Xiaoyuan finished speaking, the masters present nodded and had an idea in their minds.

Just two hours after the competition, a stadium near the suburbs of Dukou City suddenly caught fire. The fire burned for eight hours. Afterwards, there were news reports that several people who were exercising in the stadium did not have time to escape and were burned to ashes by the fire.
Chapter completed!