During a trial mission assigned by the Hongmen a few years ago, the Mexican drug lord Zhou Yu was assassinated by a South American mercenary team. After several fierce confrontations, although he completed the mission and successfully killed the target person, he was seriously injured and lay down for a long time. So he knew these people. The skills in his hands may not be very profound, but he is good at killing skills. He has a strong murderous aura and strong offensive consciousness. In their eyes, there is no winning or losing, only life and death.

When encountering such an opponent, what you need to do is not to fight with the opponent, but to kill them in the most direct, simplest and fastest way.

Zhou Yu took action but he had not yet understood the half-step fold, based on this consideration.

In addition, he is more concerned about the person who sits silently in the car and has never appeared. He can hide his own perception. The other party is definitely not ordinary. He needs to deal with his opponent so that he can hold the formation for Tang Ning. He is not afraid of ten thousand, but he is afraid of anything!

Tang Ning walked to the black sedan and stopped three or four meters away. He didn't say anything, but just stood there quietly.

The battle behind him became more and more intense. The banging sound of limbs colliding and the sharp whistle of sharp blades slashing through the air were endless.

He believed in his brothers and partners, so he was not in a hurry, and believed that someone would be in a hurry.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a hoarse and old voice came from the car.

"Young man, you should not participate in the matter here. If you leave, I will let you live a life."

Tang Ning stretched out his little finger and dug his ears, took it to his mouth and blew it. He was both ignoring and provoking.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, the person in the car said again: "Nosy people are always dead and have no place to die." The tone was slow, but the anger inside could be felt.

"Nonsense, just come out if you want to fight, hurry up! If you don't fight, just wait for the police to arrest you. You're so old, it's really long-winded!" Tang Ning said impatiently.

Click, the car door opened. An old man wrapped in black clothes came out. He was not tall, nearly 1.7 meters tall, very thin. He had a bald head, with a messy white head on the edge. His face was blue, his cheeks were thin, and his cheekbones were high. He was embedded in the deep eye sockets. If his pupils were upright, he would be larger and rounded a little. This pair of eyes was similar to cat eyes. However, he was not as smart and lively as a cat. Instead, he was like two miniature vortexes, which had a slow rotation, but he was really turning and could not look directly, otherwise he would fall into it. It was not like eyes that only humans had, which were quite evil.

The old guy took the mental control method, which caused the eyes to change. As soon as he hit the eye, Tang Ning saw the other person's origin thoroughly. Of course, it was all based on relevant records that he would guess this way, and it might not be accurate, but it was estimated that the accuracy was more than 80%. The path that each thriller took was different, and the body and appearance would change accordingly. Especially for those who practice evil methods, this change would be more obvious.

The old man in black, who had a strange appearance, a bamboo pole, and a zombie-like skin, got off the car and looked around. "A bunch of waste."

Da Zhuang rushed towards here with great strides. His whole body was filled with blood and his fighting spirit soared into the sky. Those big men did not let him enjoy the fun. I couldn't wait to come here to find a show of the flesh.

"Dazhuang, stay by the car, don't come over." Tang Ning didn't look back because the surroundings were within his perception range, which was clearer than seeing with his eyes.

Jiang Tao suppressed his opponent completely, forcing him to sweat and panting. If there is no accident, he will finish his work in a few minutes. I hope his hands will not be too dark and he can leave a living. It is normal to hurt people. If a person dies, no matter how he explains it afterwards. He is brave and has too much defense, it doesn't matter to outsiders. He can say anything, but in front of people who care about it, such excuses will be powerless and pale. Especially when Qin Gege and Tao Qianqian, who have never really seen the world, witnessed it with their own eyes. People who know, familiar, and liked, kill people with their own hands, and they cannot accept it.

Tang Ning did not remind Jiang Tao that martial arts practitioners are everywhere in training. Cultivating boxing, cultivating boxing, boxing principles, boxing intentions outside. Progress often lingers between intentional and unintentional. If he can still control his strength while being extremely excited and full of firepower, then his current state of cultivation will not stay for too long.

Surprisingly, it was Zhou Yu. I had never seen this kid fight so fiercely before. He took action just a half-baked half-step collapse punch, which penetrated his body, shocked the opponent and squirted blood, and directly cut off more than half of his combat power. If the two were not fierce and violent, they would have dragged Zhou Yu on the road with their half-dead bodies. The moves were completely fierce and fearless. They fought with their lives, and they would probably have ended at this time.

Compared with Jiang Tao's battlefield, it is obvious that Zhou Yu is relatively more difficult here. Injuring people instead of killing people, it is easy for normal people to deal with, and it is difficult for lunatics to deal with, and it is even more difficult for lunatics to deal with.

There is an old saying in the world that when you are in the world, you must be careful of three types of people, the elderly, women and children.

They look frightening, but they are usually fatal. They underestimate and despise them, and the final result is all miserable deaths.

Tang Ning's heart was not as relaxed as he looked on the outside. Since he guessed that the other party was very likely to be a thriller who was good at spirituality, he had already protected the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness at the first time, and his soul was in an attacking state at all times.

Huh? The strange light flashed in Shebi's light yellow eyes. His expression was a little surprised. He felt the spiritual power fluctuations radiating from the boy in front of him. Although it was very subtle, he still caught it. He looked at the boy in front of him again and said in a low voice: "Are you a magician? Tell me about your origin. Although I have decided to kill you, if the person behind you is an old acquaintance, I can also consider letting you go."

"You can't continue to interfere in this matter, right?"

"good."

Tang Ning shrugged, spread his hands, and said, "I can only express regret that boy. Today, this matter involves my friend and her family. I really can't ignore it. Old man, look at you so old. Why do you have to learn from our young people to be fierce and fierce? Why do you always turn around and find a place to find a place to cultivate your character. In this way, not only can you live a long life, but you can also accumulate virtue and do good deeds. You might as well consider the boy's advice. Old man, what do you think?"

At this moment, a scream suddenly sounded from the side, attracting the attention of the two of them and subconsciously turning their heads.

The middle-aged man in a black Japanese samurai suit who was fighting with Jiang Tao had his muscles twisted and sweat rolled down. His face turned blue, and his hands covered his abdomen with pain, bowed his body, and staggered back. His closed mouth seemed to be rushing away by a stream of air from the abdomen, spewing out a large amount of blood with a sticky mass. He took two steps in a row, tilted to the side, and fell to the ground, stretching and shrinking, twisting and curling. Every time his body moved, it seemed to affect the injuries in his body, and blood foam poured out from his mouth and nose.

Jiang Tao had no expression on his face and his eyes were even colder. He grabbed the two hands of the man in blue and pulled them back suddenly, and brought the body of the man in blue and brought it to his arms. At the same time, he raised his knees and hit the other party's chest and diaphragm. The man in blue let out a painful groan before he could rush out of his mouth. His left and right temples were hit hard at the same time, and he fainted immediately, crawling softly on Jiang Tao's body, his arms hanging naturally like boneless. Jiang Tao slowly retreated, and the man in blue and his unconscious body crawled on the ground without moving.

Zhou Yu, who was on the side, seemed anxious to see that Jiang Tao had already solved his opponent. His handsome face was cold, his forehead was bulging, and his body was approaching no longer dodged, allowing his neck to be locked by the person who was rushing up behind him. He stepped in a row, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen kicks were kicked on the chest and abdomen of the person in front of him. Taking advantage of the continuous heavy blows of his chest and abdomen, he became a natural reaction and subconsciously arched his body forward. The last kick was about to kiss the opponent's throat. He suddenly raised it up a few centimeters, and his soles were slapped hard, and he slapped the other person's forehead and face. His nose bones were shattered, his lips were broken, and his teeth were broken, and his whole face was covered with blood and blood, and he was shot to the ground on the spot.

At this time, due to the neck being strangled and his breathing was blocked, his face was already congested and purple-red, his blood vessels were raised, and his blue veins were protruding. The handsome and handsome face was almost deformed. The two elbows were pounding and pounding hard. Finally, his arms were bent backwards, grabbed the head of the person behind him, roared, leaning forward, turning the person behind him over from behind his shoulders. The two of them fell to the ground at the same time, rolling and fighting, Zhou Yu pinched the other's throat with his backhand until the other party gradually stopped struggling, and slowly let go of his hand, lay there and gasped for a while. He slowly got up and walked behind Tang Ning.

Tang Ning raised his lips, stretched out two thumbs, and shook them behind him.

Shebi looked quietly, her face darkened to freezing point, and the chill in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Young man, it seems you really want to die."

"Old man, your helpers are dead. If you don't change your mind and just turn around and leave, haha...they are the end of you, old man!" Tang Ning smiled, but his eyes gradually narrowed, and stars began to flash in his eyes.

Holding a Taoist bun and an ebony hairpin, her face was handsome. Qing Lingzi, who was not sure about the specific age, was still the worn and patched Taoist robe. He was lying on the roof of a nearby factory shed. He had been waiting here for a long time and had been peeking down there. He was really good at seeing these young people. He liked them at first sight, and even wondered whether to fool them into Xuanyiguan as Taoist priests. But this could only be thought about in his heart. No matter how outstanding he was, he could only watch and not move. Because these young people were deliberately reminded by Qin Changqing last night to take care of them.
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