The Road to Slaying God

Although Zhang Yang's meditation was interrupted, he felt that this was a very cruel battle, and it was also a very strange battle. Except for the sound of the glass door breaking at the beginning, the entire seven-story hotel was filled with panic. Filled with a low and painful killing.

This was a silent war. Except for the occasional scream from someone who couldn't help but scream in pain, there was almost no shouting. This only added to the heart-stopping cruelty and mysterious killing.

Often, the kind of silent war is more frightening, just like a ghost movie. The noisy and howling horror movies are often not as shocking as the quiet and suffocating horror movies.

It seemed that the attackers and the attacked had a tacit understanding and tried not to make any sound.

Zhang Yang felt the murderous intention spreading in the air, his blood was boiling, and a murderous intention grew crazily in his heart.

Finally, the fighting spread to the room near Zhang Yang. After a burst of beatings and the sound of things falling to the ground, it gradually became silent. Then, the sound of a woman sobbing softly came. Obviously, someone was injured or died...

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Zhang Yang's door was kicked open by a hunk with his upper body covered in lumps. Without any hesitation, the hunk rushed towards Zhang Yang, who was sitting cross-legged on the chair, and waved his hand. He held a boning knife, which was extremely sharp.

The dim light from the corridor shone into Zhang Yang's room. Suddenly, the macho man's entire body was fixed like a sculpture, and the raised boning knife also froze in the air.

Because the black muzzle of a gun was facing him, and the gun was held in the hands of a young man with a stern face. The macho man believed that as long as he moved a little, the other party would shoot without hesitation. This was completely intuitive. .

"You're like a dog, and you killed someone who came to the door..." Liu Biao already had the knife in his hand when he kicked the door open. Seeing Liu Biao holding the strong man with a gun, he almost didn't hesitate to slash the hand with the knife. , Liu Biao woke up suddenly. Naturally, he didn't know that there was an internal strife among the people in Xinjiang Province, and thought he was being hunted.

"Ah..." After the sword flash, there was a low scream. The macho man's huge body was kicked to the ground by Liu Biao. He held his severed hand and gritted his teeth and screamed in pain.

"Peng!" Another person rushed in.

"Squat down facing the wall." The gun in Zhang Yang's hand remained motionless, with no expression on his face.

Looking at the muzzle of the gun equipped with a silencer, the knife in the hand of the man who rushed in trembled. He glanced at the macho man who was twisting his body in pain on the ground. In the end, he stood obediently facing the wall.

One, two, three...

Under Zhang Yang's dark gun muzzle, four people quickly squatted down in the small room, facing the wall, holding their heads in their hands. All the murder weapons were confiscated by Liu Biao and placed on the bed.

"Brother, we are looking for trouble for Anwar. We know he is here today. I think we must have had a misunderstanding. You are definitely not Anwar's subordinates. We are Alimu's subordinates. I hope you can give me some face. How about we just pretend that today's incident never happened?" The last person who came in was an older man who spoke fluent Mandarin. Obviously, he could tell from Zhang Yang's dress and appearance that Zhang Yang was not one of them. of enemies.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything because he was waiting for someone, waiting for the person who started practicing in the corridor.

really!

The young man had already put on a low-quality black suit, holding his sharp waist knife in his hand and sneaking over step by step. He seemed to hesitate for a moment at the door, and finally, he poked his head... …

"Come in, the person you are looking for is here." Zhang Yang said lightly. From the beginning, he felt that the young man seemed to be looking for a target and was not very effective in the melee. In fact, Zhang Yang's thoughts were always focused on Although this person cannot be as clear as during meditation, he can still judge a person's position and movements. Perhaps, if these reactions can be substantive, then it will be the time when meditation is complete.

The young man glanced at the person squatting on the ground, and his eyes suddenly fell on the macho man who was twisting on the ground holding his severed hand.

"Is it an enemy or a friend?" A crazy fierce light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he stared at Zhang Yang tightly. His waist knife was tightly held in his hand, as if it might break out and hurt someone at any time. In his eyes, it was as if Zhang Yang's pistol didn't exist.

"Slowly put your hand down. Well, slowly. I know that your knife is very fast and can strike five times in one second. However, I can definitely put a bullet into your heart when you draw the knife." Zhang Yang's raised gun remained motionless, pointing steadily at the young man.

"who are you?"

The young man did not put down the knife, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes. He did not expect that the person opposite him who had never seen him actually knew the speed at which he drew the knife, which made him full of curiosity.

"Not an enemy, not a friend. I was here, sleeping well, and they broke in and wanted to kill us."

"A bunch of stupid pigs, don't you have eyes to see that they are locals? If you kill him, no one will be able to do business in this provincial capital!" The young man spat at the squatting people on the ground. Take a bite.

"Well, now it's my turn to ask, who are they?" Zhang Yang asked.

"They are Alimu's subordinates. They want to seize our territory in Province H." The young man answered very simply.

"Haha, I know this. What I want to know is why you are looking for him." Zhang Yang smiled faintly and glanced at the people on the ground.

"How did you know I was looking for him?" the young man asked in surprise.

"Are you f***ing deaf? It's our boss who is asking you!" Liu Biao walked over, grabbed the young man's arm with his huge palm like a pincer, took away his waist knife, and punched the young man in the stomach. On the scene, the young man was punched by Liu Biao and lay on the ground. He was sweating in pain. Liu Biao was so strong. He was forced by a gun and could not avoid being punched. The young man could bear it.

Zhang Yang smiled, Liu Biao will always be his best partner, he knows when to get angry, this young man is a bit unruly, and he will not speak honestly if he is not allowed to suffer.

Sure enough, suppressed by Liu Biao's arrogant arrogance, although the young man looked angry, he lost the stubbornness he had at the beginning.

"Stay guard at the door and shoot whoever dares to come in." Zhang Yang raised the sharp machete with one hand, threw the gun in his hand to Liu Biao and said to the young man: "You can say it."

"Be honest!" Liu Biao walked to the door and kicked the young man on the butt, knocking him to Zhang Yang's feet.

"He killed my brother." Sparks of hatred shot out of the young man's eyes.

"No, Aze... I didn't kill him..." The man holding the severed hand defended with a painful expression.

"Brother Amu, I will call you Brother Amu for the last time. You were once a person I admired. You were one of Alimu's most capable generals. I once regarded you as my idol and I targeted you. , but you let me down very much. The last time Boss Maimaiti dealt with several [***] elements, he asked Alimu to send people, including you and my brother. As a result, you all came back, but my brother Dead..." The young man had a ferocious look on his face.

"Aze, I really didn't kill your brother..."

"Well, yes, no, you may not have killed him, but you betrayed my brother. You can't believe it. My brother sent me a message when he was dying. He told me that you betrayed him! "The young man said bitterly.

"..."

The big man named Amu suddenly turned pale and opened his mouth without speaking.

There seemed to be a silence in the room, and Zhang Yang was also lost in thought. A loud noise was heard outside. It seemed that some people had retreated. A few people seemed to be preparing to go this way, but were forced to retreat by Liu Biao's gun.

Finally, Zhang Yang broke the silence.

"Leave it to you." Zhang Yang stood up gently and threw the waist knife on the bed to the young man named Aze.

"Thanks!"

The young man waved his hand, and the small scimitar fell into his hand. His movements did not hesitate at all. The moment he took the small scimitar, the scimitar drew a silver dotted line in the air and struck directly. The man holding the severed hand didn't hesitate at all. The man almost didn't even scream. He stared blankly at his disemboweled chest. At that moment, the blood didn't even have time to flow out. I saw that the still-beating blood-red heart was cut with a long gash...

This is a fatal sword, this is a sword that has been tempered many times!

What a fast knife!

Zhang Yang's pupils couldn't help but tighten. The speed of this young man's sword attack actually exceeded his calculation. He had surpassed the highest record among world boxers, seven punches!

This young man's hand speed has reached eight times per second.

This is a terrifying speed. In the face of this speed, there is no need for tricks and you can win completely by speed. No matter how high your martial arts is, you cannot resist this speed.

(To be continued)