When Lang Jing was suppressed and lying on the ground, there was no trace of fear in his mind. He didn't know why he was so calm. He was once so afraid of death and loneliness, but at this moment he didn't have any fear. In the blur, he vaguely saw two old wolves walking side by side in the snow and drifting away. It seemed as if they saw An Zheng and the others waving their arms to say goodbye to him.
That name also exploded in his mind like lightning exploding in the sky.
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
Still silent.
"Brother, you also know how powerful the Gao family is in Fanggu City. Of course, it is not only in Fanggu City, but also in the entire Dayan, and even outside Dayan. The Gao family has great influence today. There is indeed some misunderstanding, and I feel guilty for hurting your friend. How about we each take a step back. If there is any use for the Gao family in the future, just say it. "
An Zheng started killing people and chased a guy from behind. The stool leg with a thick wrist penetrated the guy's back and came out from his heart. The blood instantly stained the wood red, and the thick blood dripped down the legs of the stool. An Zheng kicked the corpse away, then chased after the second guy and blew that guy's head off with a stick.
The fat middle-aged man's foot came down heavily and stepped on the back of Lang Jing's head. He is a practitioner in the Sumeru realm and has absolute strength to kill Lang Jing.
In the flash, the middle-aged fat man saw An Zheng's other hand slowly raising, and then grabbed his arm.
He raised his hand and crossed his fingers: "Take two more steps forward."
But he can't.
The middle-aged fat man couldn't help but retreat, trying to ease the crisis in front of him: "I seem to look familiar to you. Maybe we have worked together before. Of course you also know the style of our Gao family. You would rather make one more friend." I wish I had one more enemy.”
The young man in white smiled bitterly: "Looking at this matter now, it may be that something happened to our Gao family. Some scum did evil in the name of the Gao family, but we didn't notice it ourselves. In any case, this matter is very important to us. The impact is too great for the Gao family."
An Zheng walked slowly towards the middle-aged man, whose expression became particularly ugly. He looked at An Zheng and smiled coquettishly: "Brother, is there any misunderstanding between you and me?"
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
An Zheng walked slowly towards the middle-aged man, whose expression became particularly ugly. He looked at An Zheng and smiled coquettishly: "Brother, is there any misunderstanding between you and me?"
Boom! A huge bronze bell flew diagonally from the sky, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged fat man's reaction was also extremely fast. He raised his hand and shot the flying sword away with a green light. The next second, the flying sword shattered and the bell knocked the middle-aged fat man away like a heavy hammer.
Start by yourself
An Zheng dragged the middle-aged fat man into the house. He dragged the fat man's body over the steps and threshold, and his head was bumped again and again. The fat man had already passed out. An Zheng threw the fat man aside and looked at a broken stool leg at his feet. He bent down and picked up the stool leg.
An Zheng stretched out his hand, and the bell flew from mid-air and landed in his hand. Du Shoushou knew that it was important to save people at this time, so he asked his men to pick up Xiao Qidao, and then flew out in the direction of Tianqi Sect.
The middle-aged fat man struggled and twisted, and said these words in a hoarse voice. He had heard a lot about An Zheng, and he also went out of his way to see what An Zheng looked like. However, as time passed, his face gradually became blurred. Besides, An Zheng has never been a handsome and unforgettable young man, and he doesn't have such a dazzling appearance.
An Zheng stretched out his hand, and the bell flew from mid-air and landed in his hand. Du Shoushou knew that it was important to save people at this time, so he asked his men to pick up Xiao Qidao, and then flew out in the direction of Tianqi Sect.
The bronze bell exuding a primitive atmosphere slowly rotated and floated there, protecting Lang Jing. A ghostly figure quickly passed over and squatted down to check Lang Jing's injuries. Xiao Qidao, who was originally held by the middle-aged fat man, fell from the air. The person squatting next to Lang Jing did not look back and reached out to catch Xiao Qidao.
The fastest guy ran to the window and before he could jump out, An Zheng broke his legs with a stick, and then stabbed his heart with another stick.
With a bang, the bronze mirror cracked. Gao Diengluan walked in, but was knocked upside down and flew out. But before Gao Dieluan could fly out of the room, An Zheng's body had already arrived. Gao Lieliang walked out of the room head first, but An Zheng grabbed his ankle and pulled him back into the room.
Since entering Fanggu City, An Zheng's murderous intention has never been this serious. Even when he met the scum of Dafang Agency just after entering the city, and even when he furiously killed Su Feiyun in the dilapidated yard, his murderous intention was not so serious. At this moment, An Zheng felt as if a sword had been unsheathed.
Boom! A huge bronze bell flew diagonally from the sky, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged fat man's reaction was also extremely fast. He raised his hand and shot the flying sword away with a green light. The next second, the flying sword shattered and the bell knocked the middle-aged fat man away like a heavy hammer.
Another group of people tried to rush into the casino, but were stopped by a carriage that suddenly arrived. A young man in white brocade got out of the carriage, holding a long gun in his hand. This man in white clothes and silver gun looks exceptionally handsome. Judging from his face, he was about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure was as straight and straight as the silver gun in his hand.
About a few minutes later, a dozen big men with weapons broke in from the door, took a look at the corpses in the room, and then roared and rushed towards An Zheng. An Zheng raised his hand and pointed forward, and the bronze bell flew over and made a crisp clang. Sound waves visible to the naked eye rippled out, and the dozen or so people who rushed in were instantly shocked to death by this powerful cold. The skulls were shattered, and a dozen headless corpses fell to the ground.
An Zheng said calmly: "So you plan to suppress this matter and then pretend that nothing happened?"
An Zheng still didn't say a word, just walked towards the middle-aged fat man step by step. The middle-aged fat man felt the breath of death from An Zheng. He couldn't understand how the murderous aura in a young man could be so strong. In a daze, he actually mistakenly thought that he saw the shadow of a terrifying beast appearing behind An Zheng. The beast's eyes were exactly the same as An Zheng's.
An Zheng simply bandaged Lang Jing's wound, then looked back at Du Shaoshou who was coming over: "Take him back and give him to Xiao Liu'er."
The violent cultivation power gradually dissipated, and the flying smoke and dust slowly fell. An Zheng's body passed through the thick smoke and dust, and his slender and straight figure seemed to be walking out of the fog.
About a few minutes later, a dozen big men with weapons broke in from the door, took a look at the corpses in the room, and then roared and rushed towards An Zheng. An Zheng raised his hand and pointed forward, and the bronze bell flew over and made a crisp clang. Sound waves visible to the naked eye rippled out, and the dozen or so people who rushed in were instantly shocked to death by this powerful cold. The skulls were shattered, and a dozen headless corpses fell to the ground.
When Lang Jing was suppressed and lying on the ground, there was no trace of fear in his mind. He didn't know why he was so calm. He was once so afraid of death and loneliness, but at this moment he didn't have any fear. In the blur, he vaguely saw two old wolves walking side by side in the snow and drifting away. It seemed as if they saw An Zheng and the others waving their arms to say goodbye to him.
An Zheng didn't speak, he didn't even want to say a word. As he walked forward, the middle-aged man began to hold on to the wall and move back step by step. An Zheng's footsteps were not very hasty, but the sound of those gentle footsteps was like muffled thunder, exploding in the middle-aged fat man's heart, making his blood flow seem to become chaotic.
Start by yourself
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
Du Shoushou picked up Lang Jing, then ran out to pick up Lang Jing's broken arm. He asked An Zheng, "What about you?"
An Zheng asked.
The panting fat man just straightened up, and An Zheng grabbed his neck with a snap. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't utter a single word. The strength in that hand almost suffocated him. Then he felt himself being lifted up by An Zheng. Looking down from a high place, An Zheng's eyes were even more terrifying.
The fat middle-aged man's foot came down heavily and stepped on the back of Lang Jing's head. He is a practitioner in the Sumeru realm and has absolute strength to kill Lang Jing.
Blood spurted up and splashed across An Zheng's face, but he didn't care at all. After throwing Gao Dieluan's body at the door, An Zheng walked to the chair again and sat down.
He raised his hand and crossed his fingers: "Take two more steps forward."
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged fat man who was struggling with his hands on the wall, and the killing intent in his eyes surged out like a tide.
The violent cultivation power gradually dissipated, and the flying smoke and dust slowly fell. An Zheng's body passed through the thick smoke and dust, and his slender and straight figure seemed to be walking out of the fog.
The middle-aged fat man couldn't help but retreat, trying to ease the crisis in front of him: "I seem to look familiar to you. Maybe we have worked together before. Of course you also know the style of our Gao family. You would rather make one more friend." I wish I had one more enemy.”
An Zheng's eyes were sharper and brighter than lightning. He looked into the middle-aged fat man's eyes and said word for word: "This matter starts with you."
"I am from the Gao family."
An Zheng walked slowly towards the middle-aged man, whose expression became particularly ugly. He looked at An Zheng and smiled coquettishly: "Brother, is there any misunderstanding between you and me?"
"Don't worry about me, go back and save Lang Jing first."
The bronze bell exuding a primitive atmosphere slowly rotated and floated there, protecting Lang Jing. A ghostly figure quickly passed over and squatted down to check Lang Jing's injuries. Xiao Qidao, who was originally held by the middle-aged fat man, fell from the air. The person squatting next to Lang Jing did not look back and reached out to catch Xiao Qidao.
"I am from the Gao family."
The heavy rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the street not far from the door could not be seen clearly. An Zheng just sat on the chair quietly, the legs of the stool in his hand were covered with minced meat and blood beads.
In the flash, the middle-aged fat man saw An Zheng's other hand slowly raising, and then grabbed his arm.
The fastest guy ran to the window and before he could jump out, An Zheng broke his legs with a stick, and then stabbed his heart with another stick.
Gao Dieluan pushed forward with his hands, and a bronze mirror appeared in front of him. There are complicated patterns on this bronze mirror, and there seems to be a kind of water vapor like the waves of the sea, which is obviously not ordinary. With An Zheng's eyesight, he could of course see that this object was an intermediate-grade red-grade magic weapon that was hard to find.
An Zheng stretched out his hand, and the bell flew from mid-air and landed in his hand. Du Shoushou knew that it was important to save people at this time, so he asked his men to pick up Xiao Qidao, and then flew out in the direction of Tianqi Sect.
Start by yourself
I don’t know when the sky was gradually occupied by dark clouds. When the first raindrop fell from above, a bolt of lightning exploded, like a sharp sword piercing the earth from the sky. At the moment when the lightning dispersed the darkness, the middle-aged fat man finally saw An Zheng's face clearly.
An Zheng walked slowly towards the middle-aged man, whose expression became particularly ugly. He looked at An Zheng and smiled coquettishly: "Brother, is there any misunderstanding between you and me?"
The guy didn't react at first, but when he did, he crawled out of the casino.
When Lang Jing was suppressed and lying on the ground, there was no trace of fear in his mind. He didn't know why he was so calm. He was once so afraid of death and loneliness, but at this moment he didn't have any fear. In the blur, he vaguely saw two old wolves walking side by side in the snow and drifting away. It seemed as if they saw An Zheng and the others waving their arms to say goodbye to him.
An Zheng pulled a chair over and sat directly opposite the entrance of the casino. Then he pointed outside with the bloody stool leg: "Go and report the news."
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
The broken stool leg turned into the most brutal murder weapon at this moment. Soon there were many more corpses in the room, and only the last man was left kneeling there shivering.
An Zheng lowered his head and asked, "Where is it?"
But he can't.
"An Zheng... you are An Zheng of Tianqi Sect!"
An Zheng didn't speak, he didn't even want to say a word. As he walked forward, the middle-aged man began to hold on to the wall and move back step by step. An Zheng's footsteps were not very hasty, but the sound of those gentle footsteps was like muffled thunder, exploding in the middle-aged fat man's heart, making his blood flow seem to become chaotic.
The violent cultivation power gradually dissipated, and the flying smoke and dust slowly fell. An Zheng's body passed through the thick smoke and dust, and his slender and straight figure seemed to be walking out of the fog.
The middle-aged fat man suppressed the fear in his heart and quickly figured out how to overcome the difficulty in front of him.
"I am from the Gao family."
An Zheng simply bandaged Lang Jing's wound, then looked back at Du Shaoshou who was coming over: "Take him back and give him to Xiao Liu'er."
Du Shoushou picked up Lang Jing, then ran out to pick up Lang Jing's broken arm. He asked An Zheng, "What about you?"
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
The middle-aged fat man suppressed the fear in his heart and quickly figured out how to overcome the difficulty in front of him.
The middle-aged fat man suppressed the fear in his heart and quickly figured out how to overcome the difficulty in front of him.
An Zheng's eyes were sharper and brighter than lightning. He looked into the middle-aged fat man's eyes and said word for word: "This matter starts with you."
An Zheng still didn't say a word, just walked towards the middle-aged fat man step by step. The middle-aged fat man felt the breath of death from An Zheng. He couldn't understand how the murderous aura in a young man could be so strong. In a daze, he actually mistakenly thought that he saw the shadow of a terrifying beast appearing behind An Zheng. The beast's eyes were exactly the same as An Zheng's.
The middle-aged fat man almost fainted from the pain and did not hear clearly what An Zheng was asking. An Zheng walked over like a demon and crushed the fat man's left leg bone with his foot. The broken bones poked out of the flesh, and the wound looked so hideous that it made people shudder.
But he can't.
Still silent.
"Brother, you also know how powerful the Gao family is in Fanggu City. Of course, it is not only in Fanggu City, but also in the entire Dayan, and even outside Dayan. The Gao family has great influence today. There is indeed some misunderstanding, and I feel guilty for hurting your friend. How about we each take a step back. If there is any use for the Gao family in the future, just say it. "
The fat middle-aged man's foot came down heavily and stepped on the back of Lang Jing's head. He is a practitioner in the Sumeru realm and has absolute strength to kill Lang Jing.
In the flash, the middle-aged fat man saw An Zheng's other hand slowly raising, and then grabbed his arm.
The bronze bell rotated, and a layer of rich green light protected An Zheng. All hidden weapons were blocked by the green light and then shot back. Those hidden weapons were like strafing fire, knocking down the big man who rushed in. Without doors and windows, rain began to pour into the house, and then brought blood back to the street, leaving the ground a dark red.
An Zheng walked slowly towards the middle-aged man, whose expression became particularly ugly. He looked at An Zheng and smiled coquettishly: "Brother, is there any misunderstanding between you and me?"
The violent cultivation power gradually dissipated, and the flying smoke and dust slowly fell. An Zheng's body passed through the thick smoke and dust, and his slender and straight figure seemed to be walking out of the fog.
An Zheng lowered his head and asked, "Where is it?"
The guy didn't react at first, but when he did, he crawled out of the casino.
The middle-aged fat man wailed in pain, and then subconsciously replied: "It's right in front, the Gao family's casino."
The middle-aged fat man couldn't help but retreat, trying to ease the crisis in front of him: "I seem to look familiar to you. Maybe we have worked together before. Of course you also know the style of our Gao family. You would rather make one more friend." I wish I had one more enemy.”
The middle-aged fat man suppressed the fear in his heart and quickly figured out how to overcome the difficulty in front of him.
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
An Zheng didn't speak, he didn't even want to say a word. As he walked forward, the middle-aged man began to hold on to the wall and move back step by step. An Zheng's footsteps were not very hasty, but the sound of those gentle footsteps was like muffled thunder, exploding in the middle-aged fat man's heart, making his blood flow seem to become chaotic.
The middle-aged fat man struggled and twisted, and said these words in a hoarse voice. He had heard a lot about An Zheng, and he also went out of his way to see what An Zheng looked like. However, as time passed, his face gradually became blurred. Besides, An Zheng has never been a handsome and unforgettable young man, and he doesn't have such a dazzling appearance.
Start by yourself
The middle-aged fat man struggled and twisted, and said these words in a hoarse voice. He had heard a lot about An Zheng, and he also went out of his way to see what An Zheng looked like. However, as time passed, his face gradually became blurred. Besides, An Zheng has never been a handsome and unforgettable young man, and he doesn't have such a dazzling appearance.
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged fat man who was struggling with his hands on the wall, and the killing intent in his eyes surged out like a tide.
About a few minutes later, a dozen big men with weapons broke in from the door, took a look at the corpses in the room, and then roared and rushed towards An Zheng. An Zheng raised his hand and pointed forward, and the bronze bell flew over and made a crisp clang. Sound waves visible to the naked eye rippled out, and the dozen or so people who rushed in were instantly shocked to death by this powerful cold. The skulls were shattered, and a dozen headless corpses fell to the ground.
An Zheng still didn't say a word, just walked towards the middle-aged fat man step by step. The middle-aged fat man felt the breath of death from An Zheng. He couldn't understand how the murderous aura in a young man could be so strong. In a daze, he actually mistakenly thought that he saw the shadow of a terrifying beast appearing behind An Zheng. The beast's eyes were exactly the same as An Zheng's.
The middle-aged fat man struggled and twisted, and said these words in a hoarse voice. He had heard a lot about An Zheng, and he also went out of his way to see what An Zheng looked like. However, as time passed, his face gradually became blurred. Besides, An Zheng has never been a handsome and unforgettable young man, and he doesn't have such a dazzling appearance.
I don’t know when the sky was gradually occupied by dark clouds. When the first raindrop fell from above, a bolt of lightning exploded, like a sharp sword piercing the earth from the sky. At the moment when the lightning dispersed the darkness, the middle-aged fat man finally saw An Zheng's face clearly.
The heavy rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the street not far from the door could not be seen clearly. An Zheng just sat on the chair quietly, the legs of the stool in his hand were covered with minced meat and blood beads.
A few minutes later, an old man who looked about fifty years old stepped in from outside. He first looked at the bodies in the room, and then looked at An Zheng sitting on the chair. The old man hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists: "This little brother, I am Gao Dialuan. I can still speak a few words in the Gao family. What happened to make you so popular in my Gao family's casino?" Start killing. If the Gao family did something wrong, tell me. If you are here to cause trouble, I'm afraid you won't end up well."
The rain gradually became heavier, and An Zheng grabbed the middle-aged fat man's ankle and walked away step by step amid the rain. He walked through the last darkness before dawn, through layers of rain, and walked outside the Gao family's casino. At this time, the casino guys were cleaning up the bodies in the room. When they saw An Zheng dragging the fat man and standing at the door, everyone was shocked.
Still silent.
With a snap, the middle-aged fat man's foot stepped on a piece of gravel and he staggered. He thought that An Zheng would take the opportunity to attack, so he desperately released the power of cultivation. The surrounding walls were shattered and collapsed by his strength. Even the roof of a house more than ten meters away was blown off by the energy of the wild dance.
Gao Shengchui's expression changed, and his eyes flashed with anger. He held the silver gun and took a step forward, but when he looked up into An Zheng's eyes, he couldn't take the second step no matter what. At this moment, he felt that his state of mind after practicing for fifteen years had failed. He didn't take action, and neither did An Zheng, but his defeat was so miserable.
The heavy rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the street not far from the door could not be seen clearly. An Zheng just sat on the chair quietly, the legs of the stool in his hand were covered with minced meat and blood beads.
About a few minutes later, a dozen big men with weapons broke in from the door, took a look at the corpses in the room, and then roared and rushed towards An Zheng. An Zheng raised his hand and pointed forward, and the bronze bell flew over and made a crisp clang. Sound waves visible to the naked eye rippled out, and the dozen or so people who rushed in were instantly shocked to death by this powerful cold. The skulls were shattered, and a dozen headless corpses fell to the ground.
About a few minutes later, a dozen big men with weapons broke in from the door, took a look at the corpses in the room, and then roared and rushed towards An Zheng. An Zheng raised his hand and pointed forward, and the bronze bell flew over and made a crisp clang. Sound waves visible to the naked eye rippled out, and the dozen or so people who rushed in were instantly shocked to death by this powerful cold. The skulls were shattered, and a dozen headless corpses fell to the ground.
The middle-aged fat man couldn't help but retreat, trying to ease the crisis in front of him: "I seem to look familiar to you. Maybe we have worked together before. Of course you also know the style of our Gao family. You would rather make one more friend." I wish I had one more enemy.”
The violent cultivation power gradually dissipated, and the flying smoke and dust slowly fell. An Zheng's body passed through the thick smoke and dust, and his slender and straight figure seemed to be walking out of the fog.
An Zheng shook his head slightly: "If we kill fewer people, it's not good enough."
The fastest guy ran to the window and before he could jump out, An Zheng broke his legs with a stick, and then stabbed his heart with another stick.
The middle-aged fat man couldn't help but retreat, trying to ease the crisis in front of him: "I seem to look familiar to you. Maybe we have worked together before. Of course you also know the style of our Gao family. You would rather make one more friend." I wish I had one more enemy.”
But in front of the bronze bell, this hard-to-find bronze mirror couldn't hold on for even two seconds. This old man's strength is above the fifth level of Sumeru, which is far more powerful than An Zheng's, but as far as magical weapons are concerned, his magical weapons are incomparable to An Zheng's. Even if An Zheng's strength is weak, he has enough magical weapons to make up for it.
The bronze bell rotated, and a layer of rich green light protected An Zheng. All hidden weapons were blocked by the green light and then shot back. Those hidden weapons were like strafing fire, knocking down the big man who rushed in. Without doors and windows, rain began to pour into the house, and then brought blood back to the street, leaving the ground a dark red.
The middle-aged fat man almost fainted from the pain and did not hear clearly what An Zheng was asking. An Zheng walked over like a demon and crushed the fat man's left leg bone with his foot. The broken bones poked out of the flesh, and the wound looked so hideous that it made people shudder.
Still silent.
Blood spurted up and splashed across An Zheng's face, but he didn't care at all. After throwing Gao Dieluan's body at the door, An Zheng walked to the chair again and sat down.
The guy didn't react at first, but when he did, he crawled out of the casino.
Boom! A huge bronze bell flew diagonally from the sky, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged fat man's reaction was also extremely fast. He raised his hand and shot the flying sword away with a green light. The next second, the flying sword shattered and the bell knocked the middle-aged fat man away like a heavy hammer.
An Zheng raised his head and looked at Gao Lieliang: "You just said that I went on a killing spree? Well... you were right."
The young man in white smiled bitterly: "Looking at this matter now, it may be that something happened to our Gao family. Some scum did evil in the name of the Gao family, but we didn't notice it ourselves. In any case, this matter is very important to us. The impact is too great for the Gao family."
An Zheng pulled a chair over and sat directly opposite the entrance of the casino. Then he pointed outside with the bloody stool leg: "Go and report the news."
The panting fat man just straightened up, and An Zheng grabbed his neck with a snap. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't utter a single word. The strength in that hand almost suffocated him. Then he felt himself being lifted up by An Zheng. Looking down from a high place, An Zheng's eyes were even more terrifying.
But he can't.
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
"An Zheng... you are An Zheng of Tianqi Sect!"
Du Shoushou picked up Lang Jing, then ran out to pick up Lang Jing's broken arm. He asked An Zheng, "What about you?"
The fat middle-aged man was confused for a moment and didn't understand what An Zheng meant by these words. But he didn't have time to think about it... With a click, his arm was pulled directly off by An Zheng.
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
I don’t know when the sky was gradually occupied by dark clouds. When the first raindrop fell from above, a bolt of lightning exploded, like a sharp sword piercing the earth from the sky. At the moment when the lightning dispersed the darkness, the middle-aged fat man finally saw An Zheng's face clearly.
Blood spurted up and splashed across An Zheng's face, but he didn't care at all. After throwing Gao Dieluan's body at the door, An Zheng walked to the chair again and sat down.
Another group of people tried to rush into the casino, but were stopped by a carriage that suddenly arrived. A young man in white brocade got out of the carriage, holding a long gun in his hand. This man in white clothes and silver gun looks exceptionally handsome. Judging from his face, he was about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure was as straight and straight as the silver gun in his hand.
That name also exploded in his mind like lightning exploding in the sky.
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
Du Shoushou picked up Lang Jing, then ran out to pick up Lang Jing's broken arm. He asked An Zheng, "What about you?"
"Where?"
The fat middle-aged man was confused for a moment and didn't understand what An Zheng meant by these words. But he didn't have time to think about it... With a click, his arm was pulled directly off by An Zheng.
In the flash, the middle-aged fat man saw An Zheng's other hand slowly raising, and then grabbed his arm.
The guys looked at each other, no one knew what was going on. But one thing they were sure of was that this young man who looked as fierce as an ancient beast was here to kill people. A dozen guys looked at each other, and under great pressure, they chose to escape. More than a dozen people dispersed and fled in different directions.
"An Zheng... you are An Zheng of Tianqi Sect!"
Du Shoushou picked up Lang Jing, then ran out to pick up Lang Jing's broken arm. He asked An Zheng, "What about you?"
The crowd outside surged, and then someone began to issue orders. Immediately afterwards, countless men in black began to attack the casino. The windows were broken, the door was pulled off, and dozens of people broke in from the outside at the same time. Repeating crossbows, darts, and various hidden weapons broke in first and fired at An Zheng.
An Zheng's eyes were sharper and brighter than lightning. He looked into the middle-aged fat man's eyes and said word for word: "This matter starts with you."
The crowd outside surged, and then someone began to issue orders. Immediately afterwards, countless men in black began to attack the casino. The windows were broken, the door was pulled off, and dozens of people broke in from the outside at the same time. Repeating crossbows, darts, and various hidden weapons broke in first and fired at An Zheng.
He walked to the door, holding the silver gun in his hands and clasping his fists: "Hello, Master An."
The middle-aged fat man struggled and twisted, and said these words in a hoarse voice. He had heard a lot about An Zheng, and he also went out of his way to see what An Zheng looked like. However, as time passed, his face gradually became blurred. Besides, An Zheng has never been a handsome and unforgettable young man, and he doesn't have such a dazzling appearance.
The fat middle-aged man's foot came down heavily and stepped on the back of Lang Jing's head. He is a practitioner in the Sumeru realm and has absolute strength to kill Lang Jing.
Another group of people tried to rush into the casino, but were stopped by a carriage that suddenly arrived. A young man in white brocade got out of the carriage, holding a long gun in his hand. This man in white clothes and silver gun looks exceptionally handsome. Judging from his face, he was about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure was as straight and straight as the silver gun in his hand.
Standing at the door, An Zheng saw that there were already people standing in the rain curtain. The streets were crowded with black-clad men from the Gao family, and each of them had a long knife in his hand. When lightning falls, the light reflected on at least hundreds of long knives is so cold. But An Zheng, under the gaze of hundreds of big men, pulled Gao Lieliang back into the house by his ankles, then picked up half a bronze mirror from the ground and poked it into Gao Lieliang's forehead with a pop.
The panting fat man just straightened up, and An Zheng grabbed his neck with a snap. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't utter a single word. The strength in that hand almost suffocated him. Then he felt himself being lifted up by An Zheng. Looking down from a high place, An Zheng's eyes were even more terrifying.
In the flash, the middle-aged fat man saw An Zheng's other hand slowly raising, and then grabbed his arm.
He walked to the door, holding the silver gun in his hands and clasping his fists: "Hello, Master An."
The middle-aged fat man almost fainted from the pain and did not hear clearly what An Zheng was asking. An Zheng walked over like a demon and crushed the fat man's left leg bone with his foot. The broken bones poked out of the flesh, and the wound looked so hideous that it made people shudder.
With a sharp look in his eyes, the bronze bell flew towards the high mountains. Gao Diengluan had a good cultivation level and could see the power of the bell at a glance. With his nearly forty years of cultivation, he did not dare to force it. This bell was originally given to An Zheng by Chen Shaobai. After seeing it, Lao Huo said that the bell was a magic weapon. An Zheng didn't understand what a magic weapon was, but An Zheng was like a demon at this moment.
The bronze bell rotated, and a layer of rich green light protected An Zheng. All hidden weapons were blocked by the green light and then shot back. Those hidden weapons were like strafing fire, knocking down the big man who rushed in. Without doors and windows, rain began to pour into the house, and then brought blood back to the street, leaving the ground a dark red.
An Zheng's eyes were sharper and brighter than lightning. He looked into the middle-aged fat man's eyes and said word for word: "This matter starts with you."
Start by yourself
The middle-aged fat man struggled and twisted, and said these words in a hoarse voice. He had heard a lot about An Zheng, and he also went out of his way to see what An Zheng looked like. However, as time passed, his face gradually became blurred. Besides, An Zheng has never been a handsome and unforgettable young man, and he doesn't have such a dazzling appearance.
Start by yourself
"Brother, you also know how powerful the Gao family is in Fanggu City. Of course, it is not only in Fanggu City, but also in the entire Dayan, and even outside Dayan. The Gao family has great influence today. There is indeed some misunderstanding, and I feel guilty for hurting your friend. How about we each take a step back. If there is any use for the Gao family in the future, just say it. "
Boom! A huge bronze bell flew diagonally from the sky, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged fat man's reaction was also extremely fast. He raised his hand and shot the flying sword away with a green light. The next second, the flying sword shattered and the bell knocked the middle-aged fat man away like a heavy hammer.
"An Zheng... you are An Zheng of Tianqi Sect!"
The middle-aged fat man suppressed the fear in his heart and quickly figured out how to overcome the difficulty in front of him.
An Zheng's eyes were sharper and brighter than lightning. He looked into the middle-aged fat man's eyes and said word for word: "This matter starts with you."
The violent cultivation power gradually dissipated, and the flying smoke and dust slowly fell. An Zheng's body passed through the thick smoke and dust, and his slender and straight figure seemed to be walking out of the fog.
Gao Shengchui's expression changed, and his eyes flashed with anger. He held the silver gun and took a step forward, but when he looked up into An Zheng's eyes, he couldn't take the second step no matter what. At this moment, he felt that his state of mind after practicing for fifteen years had failed. He didn't take action, and neither did An Zheng, but his defeat was so miserable.
The fat middle-aged man was confused for a moment and didn't understand what An Zheng meant by these words. But he didn't have time to think about it... With a click, his arm was pulled directly off by An Zheng.
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
With a bang, the bronze mirror cracked. Gao Diengluan walked in, but was knocked upside down and flew out. But before Gao Dieluan could fly out of the room, An Zheng's body had already arrived. Gao Lieliang walked out of the room head first, but An Zheng grabbed his ankle and pulled him back into the room.
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
The broken stool leg turned into the most brutal murder weapon at this moment. Soon there were many more corpses in the room, and only the last man was left kneeling there shivering.
With a sharp look in his eyes, the bronze bell flew towards the high mountains. Gao Diengluan had a good cultivation level and could see the power of the bell at a glance. With his nearly forty years of cultivation, he did not dare to force it. This bell was originally given to An Zheng by Chen Shaobai. After seeing it, Lao Huo said that the bell was a magic weapon. An Zheng didn't understand what a magic weapon was, but An Zheng was like a demon at this moment.
The fastest guy ran to the window and before he could jump out, An Zheng broke his legs with a stick, and then stabbed his heart with another stick.
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged fat man who was struggling with his hands on the wall, and the killing intent in his eyes surged out like a tide.
"Where?"
"Where?"
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
I don’t know when the sky was gradually occupied by dark clouds. When the first raindrop fell from above, a bolt of lightning exploded, like a sharp sword piercing the earth from the sky. At the moment when the lightning dispersed the darkness, the middle-aged fat man finally saw An Zheng's face clearly.
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
"Don't worry about me, go back and save Lang Jing first."
Still silent.
An Zheng dragged the middle-aged fat man into the house. He dragged the fat man's body over the steps and threshold, and his head was bumped again and again. The fat man had already passed out. An Zheng threw the fat man aside and looked at a broken stool leg at his feet. He bent down and picked up the stool leg.
An Zheng asked.
The bronze bell rotated, and a layer of rich green light protected An Zheng. All hidden weapons were blocked by the green light and then shot back. Those hidden weapons were like strafing fire, knocking down the big man who rushed in. Without doors and windows, rain began to pour into the house, and then brought blood back to the street, leaving the ground a dark red.
With a sharp look in his eyes, the bronze bell flew towards the high mountains. Gao Diengluan had a good cultivation level and could see the power of the bell at a glance. With his nearly forty years of cultivation, he did not dare to force it. This bell was originally given to An Zheng by Chen Shaobai. After seeing it, Lao Huo said that the bell was a magic weapon. An Zheng didn't understand what a magic weapon was, but An Zheng was like a demon at this moment.
An Zheng lowered his head and asked, "Where is it?"
Boom! A huge bronze bell flew diagonally from the sky, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged fat man's reaction was also extremely fast. He raised his hand and shot the flying sword away with a green light. The next second, the flying sword shattered and the bell knocked the middle-aged fat man away like a heavy hammer.
An Zheng stretched out his hand, and the bell flew from mid-air and landed in his hand. Du Shoushou knew that it was important to save people at this time, so he asked his men to pick up Xiao Qidao, and then flew out in the direction of Tianqi Sect.
Start by yourself
"Brother, you also know how powerful the Gao family is in Fanggu City. Of course, it is not only in Fanggu City, but also in the entire Dayan, and even outside Dayan. The Gao family has great influence today. There is indeed some misunderstanding, and I feel guilty for hurting your friend. How about we each take a step back. If there is any use for the Gao family in the future, just say it. "
The middle-aged fat man almost fainted from the pain and did not hear clearly what An Zheng was asking. An Zheng walked over like a demon and crushed the fat man's left leg bone with his foot. The broken bones poked out of the flesh, and the wound looked so hideous that it made people shudder.
The rain gradually became heavier, and An Zheng grabbed the middle-aged fat man's ankle and walked away step by step amid the rain. He walked through the last darkness before dawn, through layers of rain, and walked outside the Gao family's casino. At this time, the casino guys were cleaning up the bodies in the room. When they saw An Zheng dragging the fat man and standing at the door, everyone was shocked.
An Zheng still didn't say a word, just walked towards the middle-aged fat man step by step. The middle-aged fat man felt the breath of death from An Zheng. He couldn't understand how the murderous aura in a young man could be so strong. In a daze, he actually mistakenly thought that he saw the shadow of a terrifying beast appearing behind An Zheng. The beast's eyes were exactly the same as An Zheng's.
Boom! A huge bronze bell flew diagonally from the sky, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged fat man's reaction was also extremely fast. He raised his hand and shot the flying sword away with a green light. The next second, the flying sword shattered and the bell knocked the middle-aged fat man away like a heavy hammer.
That name also exploded in his mind like lightning exploding in the sky.
But in front of the bronze bell, this hard-to-find bronze mirror couldn't hold on for even two seconds. This old man's strength is above the fifth level of Sumeru, which is far more powerful than An Zheng's, but as far as magical weapons are concerned, his magical weapons are incomparable to An Zheng's. Even if An Zheng's strength is weak, he has enough magical weapons to make up for it.
The fat middle-aged man's foot came down heavily and stepped on the back of Lang Jing's head. He is a practitioner in the Sumeru realm and has absolute strength to kill Lang Jing.
The heavy rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the street not far from the door could not be seen clearly. An Zheng just sat on the chair quietly, the legs of the stool in his hand were covered with minced meat and blood beads.
An Zheng lowered his head and asked, "Where is it?"
With a sharp look in his eyes, the bronze bell flew towards the high mountains. Gao Diengluan had a good cultivation level and could see the power of the bell at a glance. With his nearly forty years of cultivation, he did not dare to force it. This bell was originally given to An Zheng by Chen Shaobai. After seeing it, Lao Huo said that the bell was a magic weapon. An Zheng didn't understand what a magic weapon was, but An Zheng was like a demon at this moment.
But he can't.
About a few minutes later, a dozen big men with weapons broke in from the door, took a look at the corpses in the room, and then roared and rushed towards An Zheng. An Zheng raised his hand and pointed forward, and the bronze bell flew over and made a crisp clang. Sound waves visible to the naked eye rippled out, and the dozen or so people who rushed in were instantly shocked to death by this powerful cold. The skulls were shattered, and a dozen headless corpses fell to the ground.
An Zheng raised his head and looked at Gao Lieliang: "You just said that I went on a killing spree? Well... you were right."
The guy didn't react at first, but when he did, he crawled out of the casino.
An Zheng said calmly: "So you plan to suppress this matter and then pretend that nothing happened?"
The middle-aged fat man wailed in pain, and then subconsciously replied: "It's right in front, the Gao family's casino."
The middle-aged fat man almost fainted from the pain and did not hear clearly what An Zheng was asking. An Zheng walked over like a demon and crushed the fat man's left leg bone with his foot. The broken bones poked out of the flesh, and the wound looked so hideous that it made people shudder.
"Where?"
An Zheng said calmly: "So you plan to suppress this matter and then pretend that nothing happened?"
The rain gradually became heavier, and An Zheng grabbed the middle-aged fat man's ankle and walked away step by step amid the rain. He walked through the last darkness before dawn, through layers of rain, and walked outside the Gao family's casino. At this time, the casino guys were cleaning up the bodies in the room. When they saw An Zheng dragging the fat man and standing at the door, everyone was shocked.
The violent cultivation power gradually dissipated, and the flying smoke and dust slowly fell. An Zheng's body passed through the thick smoke and dust, and his slender and straight figure seemed to be walking out of the fog.
The bronze bell rotated, and a layer of rich green light protected An Zheng. All hidden weapons were blocked by the green light and then shot back. Those hidden weapons were like strafing fire, knocking down the big man who rushed in. Without doors and windows, rain began to pour into the house, and then brought blood back to the street, leaving the ground a dark red.
The guys looked at each other, no one knew what was going on. But one thing they were sure of was that this young man who looked as fierce as an ancient beast was here to kill people. A dozen guys looked at each other, and under great pressure, they chose to escape. More than a dozen people dispersed and fled in different directions.
An Zheng didn't speak, he didn't even want to say a word. As he walked forward, the middle-aged man began to hold on to the wall and move back step by step. An Zheng's footsteps were not very hasty, but the sound of those gentle footsteps was like muffled thunder, exploding in the middle-aged fat man's heart, making his blood flow seem to become chaotic.
An Zheng dragged the middle-aged fat man into the house. He dragged the fat man's body over the steps and threshold, and his head was bumped again and again. The fat man had already passed out. An Zheng threw the fat man aside and looked at a broken stool leg at his feet. He bent down and picked up the stool leg.
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
"Don't worry about me, go back and save Lang Jing first."
Since entering Fanggu City, An Zheng's murderous intention has never been this serious. Even when he met the scum of Dafang Agency just after entering the city, and even when he furiously killed Su Feiyun in the dilapidated yard, his murderous intention was not so serious. At this moment, An Zheng felt as if a sword had been unsheathed.
An Zheng asked.
The guys looked at each other, no one knew what was going on. But one thing they were sure of was that this young man who looked as fierce as an ancient beast was here to kill people. A dozen guys looked at each other, and under great pressure, they chose to escape. More than a dozen people dispersed and fled in different directions.
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
An Zheng didn't speak, he didn't even want to say a word. As he walked forward, the middle-aged man began to hold on to the wall and move back step by step. An Zheng's footsteps were not very hasty, but the sound of those gentle footsteps was like muffled thunder, exploding in the middle-aged fat man's heart, making his blood flow seem to become chaotic.
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged fat man who was struggling with his hands on the wall, and the killing intent in his eyes surged out like a tide.
With a sharp look in his eyes, the bronze bell flew towards the high mountains. Gao Diengluan had a good cultivation level and could see the power of the bell at a glance. With his nearly forty years of cultivation, he did not dare to force it. This bell was originally given to An Zheng by Chen Shaobai. After seeing it, Lao Huo said that the bell was a magic weapon. An Zheng didn't understand what a magic weapon was, but An Zheng was like a demon at this moment.
The panting fat man just straightened up, and An Zheng grabbed his neck with a snap. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't utter a single word. The strength in that hand almost suffocated him. Then he felt himself being lifted up by An Zheng. Looking down from a high place, An Zheng's eyes were even more terrifying.
The fat middle-aged man was confused for a moment and didn't understand what An Zheng meant by these words. But he didn't have time to think about it... With a click, his arm was pulled directly off by An Zheng.
An Zheng lowered his head and asked, "Where is it?"
An Zheng started killing people and chased a guy from behind. The stool leg with a thick wrist penetrated the guy's back and came out from his heart. The blood instantly stained the wood red, and the thick blood dripped down the legs of the stool. An Zheng kicked the corpse away, then chased after the second guy and blew that guy's head off with a stick.
The middle-aged fat man almost fainted from the pain and did not hear clearly what An Zheng was asking. An Zheng walked over like a demon and crushed the fat man's left leg bone with his foot. The broken bones poked out of the flesh, and the wound looked so hideous that it made people shudder.
Standing at the door, An Zheng saw that there were already people standing in the rain curtain. The streets were crowded with black-clad men from the Gao family, and each of them had a long knife in his hand. When lightning falls, the light reflected on at least hundreds of long knives is so cold. But An Zheng, under the gaze of hundreds of big men, pulled Gao Lieliang back into the house by his ankles, then picked up half a bronze mirror from the ground and poked it into Gao Lieliang's forehead with a pop.
Blood spurted up and splashed across An Zheng's face, but he didn't care at all. After throwing Gao Dieluan's body at the door, An Zheng walked to the chair again and sat down.
That name also exploded in his mind like lightning exploding in the sky.
An Zheng stretched out his hand, and the bell flew from mid-air and landed in his hand. Du Shoushou knew that it was important to save people at this time, so he asked his men to pick up Xiao Qidao, and then flew out in the direction of Tianqi Sect.
An Zheng waved his hand back, and the wooden stick flew out spinning, smashing a big hole in the wall with a bang. In that room, a dozen tied children screamed in terror, struggled to squeeze together, and looked out with fear in their eyes.
An Zheng simply bandaged Lang Jing's wound, then looked back at Du Shaoshou who was coming over: "Take him back and give him to Xiao Liu'er."
The fastest guy ran to the window and before he could jump out, An Zheng broke his legs with a stick, and then stabbed his heart with another stick.
He walked to the door, holding the silver gun in his hands and clasping his fists: "Hello, Master An."
An Zheng's eyes were sharper and brighter than lightning. He looked into the middle-aged fat man's eyes and said word for word: "This matter starts with you."
"Don't worry about me, go back and save Lang Jing first."
An Zheng still didn't say a word, just walked towards the middle-aged fat man step by step. The middle-aged fat man felt the breath of death from An Zheng. He couldn't understand how the murderous aura in a young man could be so strong. In a daze, he actually mistakenly thought that he saw the shadow of a terrifying beast appearing behind An Zheng. The beast's eyes were exactly the same as An Zheng's.
I don’t know when the sky was gradually occupied by dark clouds. When the first raindrop fell from above, a bolt of lightning exploded, like a sharp sword piercing the earth from the sky. At the moment when the lightning dispersed the darkness, the middle-aged fat man finally saw An Zheng's face clearly.
An Zheng asked.
The broken stool leg turned into the most brutal murder weapon at this moment. Soon there were many more corpses in the room, and only the last man was left kneeling there shivering.
Since entering Fanggu City, An Zheng's murderous intention has never been this serious. Even when he met the scum of Dafang Agency just after entering the city, and even when he furiously killed Su Feiyun in the dilapidated yard, his murderous intention was not so serious. At this moment, An Zheng felt as if a sword had been unsheathed.
The panting fat man just straightened up, and An Zheng grabbed his neck with a snap. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't utter a single word. The strength in that hand almost suffocated him. Then he felt himself being lifted up by An Zheng. Looking down from a high place, An Zheng's eyes were even more terrifying.
An Zheng dragged the middle-aged fat man into the house. He dragged the fat man's body over the steps and threshold, and his head was bumped again and again. The fat man had already passed out. An Zheng threw the fat man aside and looked at a broken stool leg at his feet. He bent down and picked up the stool leg.
"Where?"
Another group of people tried to rush into the casino, but were stopped by a carriage that suddenly arrived. A young man in white brocade got out of the carriage, holding a long gun in his hand. This man in white clothes and silver gun looks exceptionally handsome. Judging from his face, he was about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure was as straight and straight as the silver gun in his hand.
Boom! A huge bronze bell flew diagonally from the sky, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged fat man's reaction was also extremely fast. He raised his hand and shot the flying sword away with a green light. The next second, the flying sword shattered and the bell knocked the middle-aged fat man away like a heavy hammer.
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
An Zheng pulled a chair over and sat directly opposite the entrance of the casino. Then he pointed outside with the bloody stool leg: "Go and report the news."
The crowd outside surged, and then someone began to issue orders. Immediately afterwards, countless men in black began to attack the casino. The windows were broken, the door was pulled off, and dozens of people broke in from the outside at the same time. Repeating crossbows, darts, and various hidden weapons broke in first and fired at An Zheng.
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
The fat middle-aged man's foot came down heavily and stepped on the back of Lang Jing's head. He is a practitioner in the Sumeru realm and has absolute strength to kill Lang Jing.
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
The young man in white smiled bitterly: "Looking at this matter now, it may be that something happened to our Gao family. Some scum did evil in the name of the Gao family, but we didn't notice it ourselves. In any case, this matter is very important to us. The impact is too great for the Gao family."
The guy didn't react at first, but when he did, he crawled out of the casino.
An Zheng waved his hand back, and the wooden stick flew out spinning, smashing a big hole in the wall with a bang. In that room, a dozen tied children screamed in terror, struggled to squeeze together, and looked out with fear in their eyes.
"An Zheng... you are An Zheng of Tianqi Sect!"
The heavy rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the street not far from the door could not be seen clearly. An Zheng just sat on the chair quietly, the legs of the stool in his hand were covered with minced meat and blood beads.
An Zheng said calmly: "So you plan to suppress this matter and then pretend that nothing happened?"
An Zheng simply bandaged Lang Jing's wound, then looked back at Du Shaoshou who was coming over: "Take him back and give him to Xiao Liu'er."
An Zheng's eyes were sharper and brighter than lightning. He looked into the middle-aged fat man's eyes and said word for word: "This matter starts with you."
The panting fat man just straightened up, and An Zheng grabbed his neck with a snap. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't utter a single word. The strength in that hand almost suffocated him. Then he felt himself being lifted up by An Zheng. Looking down from a high place, An Zheng's eyes were even more terrifying.
About a few minutes later, a dozen big men with weapons broke in from the door, took a look at the corpses in the room, and then roared and rushed towards An Zheng. An Zheng raised his hand and pointed forward, and the bronze bell flew over and made a crisp clang. Sound waves visible to the naked eye rippled out, and the dozen or so people who rushed in were instantly shocked to death by this powerful cold. The skulls were shattered, and a dozen headless corpses fell to the ground.
Still silent.
The bronze bell rotated, and a layer of rich green light protected An Zheng. All hidden weapons were blocked by the green light and then shot back. Those hidden weapons were like strafing fire, knocking down the big man who rushed in. Without doors and windows, rain began to pour into the house, and then brought blood back to the street, leaving the ground a dark red.
A few minutes later, an old man who looked about fifty years old stepped in from outside. He first looked at the bodies in the room, and then looked at An Zheng sitting on the chair. The old man hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists: "This little brother, I am Gao Dialuan. I can still speak a few words in the Gao family. What happened to make you so popular in my Gao family's casino?" Start killing. If the Gao family did something wrong, tell me. If you are here to cause trouble, I'm afraid you won't end up well."
An Zheng suddenly laughed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so cold: "You are wrong about something... It's not that you, the Gao family, care about things, it's about me. Not only do I care about things, I also want to care about them even more."
An Zheng said calmly: "So you plan to suppress this matter and then pretend that nothing happened?"
Gao Dieluan pushed forward with his hands, and a bronze mirror appeared in front of him. There are complicated patterns on this bronze mirror, and there seems to be a kind of water vapor like the waves of the sea, which is obviously not ordinary. With An Zheng's eyesight, he could of course see that this object was an intermediate-grade red-grade magic weapon that was hard to find.
An Zheng still didn't say a word, just walked towards the middle-aged fat man step by step. The middle-aged fat man felt the breath of death from An Zheng. He couldn't understand how the murderous aura in a young man could be so strong. In a daze, he actually mistakenly thought that he saw the shadow of a terrifying beast appearing behind An Zheng. The beast's eyes were exactly the same as An Zheng's.
An Zheng waved his hand back, and the wooden stick flew out spinning, smashing a big hole in the wall with a bang. In that room, a dozen tied children screamed in terror, struggled to squeeze together, and looked out with fear in their eyes.
The guy didn't react at first, but when he did, he crawled out of the casino.
An Zheng said calmly: "So you plan to suppress this matter and then pretend that nothing happened?"
With a snap, the middle-aged fat man's foot stepped on a piece of gravel and he staggered. He thought that An Zheng would take the opportunity to attack, so he desperately released the power of cultivation. The surrounding walls were shattered and collapsed by his strength. Even the roof of a house more than ten meters away was blown off by the energy of the wild dance.
But in front of the bronze bell, this hard-to-find bronze mirror couldn't hold on for even two seconds. This old man's strength is above the fifth level of Sumeru, which is far more powerful than An Zheng's, but as far as magical weapons are concerned, his magical weapons are incomparable to An Zheng's. Even if An Zheng's strength is weak, he has enough magical weapons to make up for it.
An Zheng simply bandaged Lang Jing's wound, then looked back at Du Shaoshou who was coming over: "Take him back and give him to Xiao Liu'er."
The fat middle-aged man was confused for a moment and didn't understand what An Zheng meant by these words. But he didn't have time to think about it... With a click, his arm was pulled directly off by An Zheng.
The middle-aged fat man suppressed the fear in his heart and quickly figured out how to overcome the difficulty in front of him.
Gao Dieluan pushed forward with his hands, and a bronze mirror appeared in front of him. There are complicated patterns on this bronze mirror, and there seems to be a kind of water vapor like the waves of the sea, which is obviously not ordinary. With An Zheng's eyesight, he could of course see that this object was an intermediate-grade red-grade magic weapon that was hard to find.
An Zheng raised his head and looked at Gao Lieliang: "You just said that I went on a killing spree? Well... you were right."
An Zheng said calmly: "So you plan to suppress this matter and then pretend that nothing happened?"
Since entering Fanggu City, An Zheng's murderous intention has never been this serious. Even when he met the scum of Dafang Agency just after entering the city, and even when he furiously killed Su Feiyun in the dilapidated yard, his murderous intention was not so serious. At this moment, An Zheng felt as if a sword had been unsheathed.
The heavy rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the street not far from the door could not be seen clearly. An Zheng just sat on the chair quietly, the legs of the stool in his hand were covered with minced meat and blood beads.
With a sharp look in his eyes, the bronze bell flew towards the high mountains. Gao Diengluan had a good cultivation level and could see the power of the bell at a glance. With his nearly forty years of cultivation, he did not dare to force it. This bell was originally given to An Zheng by Chen Shaobai. After seeing it, Lao Huo said that the bell was a magic weapon. An Zheng didn't understand what a magic weapon was, but An Zheng was like a demon at this moment.
An Zheng raised his head and looked at Gao Lieliang: "You just said that I went on a killing spree? Well... you were right."
The middle-aged fat man couldn't help but retreat, trying to ease the crisis in front of him: "I seem to look familiar to you. Maybe we have worked together before. Of course you also know the style of our Gao family. You would rather make one more friend." I wish I had one more enemy.”
The fat middle-aged man was confused for a moment and didn't understand what An Zheng meant by these words. But he didn't have time to think about it... With a click, his arm was pulled directly off by An Zheng.
Boom! A huge bronze bell flew diagonally from the sky, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged fat man's reaction was also extremely fast. He raised his hand and shot the flying sword away with a green light. The next second, the flying sword shattered and the bell knocked the middle-aged fat man away like a heavy hammer.
I don’t know when the sky was gradually occupied by dark clouds. When the first raindrop fell from above, a bolt of lightning exploded, like a sharp sword piercing the earth from the sky. At the moment when the lightning dispersed the darkness, the middle-aged fat man finally saw An Zheng's face clearly.
I don’t know when the sky was gradually occupied by dark clouds. When the first raindrop fell from above, a bolt of lightning exploded, like a sharp sword piercing the earth from the sky. At the moment when the lightning dispersed the darkness, the middle-aged fat man finally saw An Zheng's face clearly.
Gao Dieluan pushed forward with his hands, and a bronze mirror appeared in front of him. There are complicated patterns on this bronze mirror, and there seems to be a kind of water vapor like the waves of the sea, which is obviously not ordinary. With An Zheng's eyesight, he could of course see that this object was an intermediate-grade red-grade magic weapon that was hard to find.
The crowd outside surged, and then someone began to issue orders. Immediately afterwards, countless men in black began to attack the casino. The windows were broken, the door was pulled off, and dozens of people broke in from the outside at the same time. Repeating crossbows, darts, and various hidden weapons broke in first and fired at An Zheng.
The guys looked at each other, no one knew what was going on. But one thing they were sure of was that this young man who looked as fierce as an ancient beast was here to kill people. A dozen guys looked at each other, and under great pressure, they chose to escape. More than a dozen people dispersed and fled in different directions.
The guy didn't react at first, but when he did, he crawled out of the casino.
With a snap, the middle-aged fat man's foot stepped on a piece of gravel and he staggered. He thought that An Zheng would take the opportunity to attack, so he desperately released the power of cultivation. The surrounding walls were shattered and collapsed by his strength. Even the roof of a house more than ten meters away was blown off by the energy of the wild dance.
The fat middle-aged man's foot came down heavily and stepped on the back of Lang Jing's head. He is a practitioner in the Sumeru realm and has absolute strength to kill Lang Jing.
"Where?"
The violent cultivation power gradually dissipated, and the flying smoke and dust slowly fell. An Zheng's body passed through the thick smoke and dust, and his slender and straight figure seemed to be walking out of the fog.
An Zheng walked slowly towards the middle-aged man, whose expression became particularly ugly. He looked at An Zheng and smiled coquettishly: "Brother, is there any misunderstanding between you and me?"
But in front of the bronze bell, this hard-to-find bronze mirror couldn't hold on for even two seconds. This old man's strength is above the fifth level of Sumeru, which is far more powerful than An Zheng's, but as far as magical weapons are concerned, his magical weapons are incomparable to An Zheng's. Even if An Zheng's strength is weak, he has enough magical weapons to make up for it.
The bronze bell exuding a primitive atmosphere slowly rotated and floated there, protecting Lang Jing. A ghostly figure quickly passed over and squatted down to check Lang Jing's injuries. Xiao Qidao, who was originally held by the middle-aged fat man, fell from the air. The person squatting next to Lang Jing did not look back and reached out to catch Xiao Qidao.
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
With a bang, the bronze mirror cracked. Gao Diengluan walked in, but was knocked upside down and flew out. But before Gao Dieluan could fly out of the room, An Zheng's body had already arrived. Gao Lieliang walked out of the room head first, but An Zheng grabbed his ankle and pulled him back into the room.
Gao Shengchui's expression changed, and his eyes flashed with anger. He held the silver gun and took a step forward, but when he looked up into An Zheng's eyes, he couldn't take the second step no matter what. At this moment, he felt that his state of mind after practicing for fifteen years had failed. He didn't take action, and neither did An Zheng, but his defeat was so miserable.
The violent cultivation power gradually dissipated, and the flying smoke and dust slowly fell. An Zheng's body passed through the thick smoke and dust, and his slender and straight figure seemed to be walking out of the fog.
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
Another group of people tried to rush into the casino, but were stopped by a carriage that suddenly arrived. A young man in white brocade got out of the carriage, holding a long gun in his hand. This man in white clothes and silver gun looks exceptionally handsome. Judging from his face, he was about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure was as straight and straight as the silver gun in his hand.
An Zheng stretched out his hand, and the bell flew from mid-air and landed in his hand. Du Shoushou knew that it was important to save people at this time, so he asked his men to pick up Xiao Qidao, and then flew out in the direction of Tianqi Sect.
He walked to the door, holding the silver gun in his hands and clasping his fists: "Hello, Master An."
The middle-aged fat man couldn't help but retreat, trying to ease the crisis in front of him: "I seem to look familiar to you. Maybe we have worked together before. Of course you also know the style of our Gao family. You would rather make one more friend." I wish I had one more enemy.”
Standing at the door, An Zheng saw that there were already people standing in the rain curtain. The streets were crowded with black-clad men from the Gao family, and each of them had a long knife in his hand. When lightning falls, the light reflected on at least hundreds of long knives is so cold. But An Zheng, under the gaze of hundreds of big men, pulled Gao Lieliang back into the house by his ankles, then picked up half a bronze mirror from the ground and poked it into Gao Lieliang's forehead with a pop.
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged fat man who was struggling with his hands on the wall, and the killing intent in his eyes surged out like a tide.
I don’t know when the sky was gradually occupied by dark clouds. When the first raindrop fell from above, a bolt of lightning exploded, like a sharp sword piercing the earth from the sky. At the moment when the lightning dispersed the darkness, the middle-aged fat man finally saw An Zheng's face clearly.
Another group of people tried to rush into the casino, but were stopped by a carriage that suddenly arrived. A young man in white brocade got out of the carriage, holding a long gun in his hand. This man in white clothes and silver gun looks exceptionally handsome. Judging from his face, he was about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure was as straight and straight as the silver gun in his hand.
Blood spurted up and splashed across An Zheng's face, but he didn't care at all. After throwing Gao Dieluan's body at the door, An Zheng walked to the chair again and sat down.
The broken stool leg turned into the most brutal murder weapon at this moment. Soon there were many more corpses in the room, and only the last man was left kneeling there shivering.
He raised his hand and crossed his fingers: "Take two more steps forward."
Blood spurted up and splashed across An Zheng's face, but he didn't care at all. After throwing Gao Dieluan's body at the door, An Zheng walked to the chair again and sat down.
An Zheng said calmly: "So you plan to suppress this matter and then pretend that nothing happened?"
The middle-aged fat man suppressed the fear in his heart and quickly figured out how to overcome the difficulty in front of him.
Standing at the door, An Zheng saw that there were already people standing in the rain curtain. The streets were crowded with black-clad men from the Gao family, and each of them had a long knife in his hand. When lightning falls, the light reflected on at least hundreds of long knives is so cold. But An Zheng, under the gaze of hundreds of big men, pulled Gao Lieliang back into the house by his ankles, then picked up half a bronze mirror from the ground and poked it into Gao Lieliang's forehead with a pop.
The crowd outside surged, and then someone began to issue orders. Immediately afterwards, countless men in black began to attack the casino. The windows were broken, the door was pulled off, and dozens of people broke in from the outside at the same time. Repeating crossbows, darts, and various hidden weapons broke in first and fired at An Zheng.
The rain gradually became heavier, and An Zheng grabbed the middle-aged fat man's ankle and walked away step by step amid the rain. He walked through the last darkness before dawn, through layers of rain, and walked outside the Gao family's casino. At this time, the casino guys were cleaning up the bodies in the room. When they saw An Zheng dragging the fat man and standing at the door, everyone was shocked.
The crowd outside surged, and then someone began to issue orders. Immediately afterwards, countless men in black began to attack the casino. The windows were broken, the door was pulled off, and dozens of people broke in from the outside at the same time. Repeating crossbows, darts, and various hidden weapons broke in first and fired at An Zheng.
An Zheng said calmly: "So you plan to suppress this matter and then pretend that nothing happened?"
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
Gao Dieluan pushed forward with his hands, and a bronze mirror appeared in front of him. There are complicated patterns on this bronze mirror, and there seems to be a kind of water vapor like the waves of the sea, which is obviously not ordinary. With An Zheng's eyesight, he could of course see that this object was an intermediate-grade red-grade magic weapon that was hard to find.
An Zheng still didn't say a word, just walked towards the middle-aged fat man step by step. The middle-aged fat man felt the breath of death from An Zheng. He couldn't understand how the murderous aura in a young man could be so strong. In a daze, he actually mistakenly thought that he saw the shadow of a terrifying beast appearing behind An Zheng. The beast's eyes were exactly the same as An Zheng's.
The bronze bell rotated, and a layer of rich green light protected An Zheng. All hidden weapons were blocked by the green light and then shot back. Those hidden weapons were like strafing fire, knocking down the big man who rushed in. Without doors and windows, rain began to pour into the house, and then brought blood back to the street, leaving the ground a dark red.
An Zheng pulled a chair over and sat directly opposite the entrance of the casino. Then he pointed outside with the bloody stool leg: "Go and report the news."
An Zheng looked at the middle-aged fat man who was struggling with his hands on the wall, and the killing intent in his eyes surged out like a tide.
An Zheng simply bandaged Lang Jing's wound, then looked back at Du Shaoshou who was coming over: "Take him back and give him to Xiao Liu'er."
With a snap, the middle-aged fat man's foot stepped on a piece of gravel and he staggered. He thought that An Zheng would take the opportunity to attack, so he desperately released the power of cultivation. The surrounding walls were shattered and collapsed by his strength. Even the roof of a house more than ten meters away was blown off by the energy of the wild dance.
With a snap, the middle-aged fat man's foot stepped on a piece of gravel and he staggered. He thought that An Zheng would take the opportunity to attack, so he desperately released the power of cultivation. The surrounding walls were shattered and collapsed by his strength. Even the roof of a house more than ten meters away was blown off by the energy of the wild dance.
The violent cultivation power gradually dissipated, and the flying smoke and dust slowly fell. An Zheng's body passed through the thick smoke and dust, and his slender and straight figure seemed to be walking out of the fog.
"Brother, you also know how powerful the Gao family is in Fanggu City. Of course, it is not only in Fanggu City, but also in the entire Dayan, and even outside Dayan. The Gao family has great influence today. There is indeed some misunderstanding, and I feel guilty for hurting your friend. How about we each take a step back. If there is any use for the Gao family in the future, just say it. "
Blood spurted up and splashed across An Zheng's face, but he didn't care at all. After throwing Gao Dieluan's body at the door, An Zheng walked to the chair again and sat down.
Another group of people tried to rush into the casino, but were stopped by a carriage that suddenly arrived. A young man in white brocade got out of the carriage, holding a long gun in his hand. This man in white clothes and silver gun looks exceptionally handsome. Judging from his face, he was about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure was as straight and straight as the silver gun in his hand.
Since entering Fanggu City, An Zheng's murderous intention has never been this serious. Even when he met the scum of Dafang Agency just after entering the city, and even when he furiously killed Su Feiyun in the dilapidated yard, his murderous intention was not so serious. At this moment, An Zheng felt as if a sword had been unsheathed.
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
An Zheng didn't speak, he didn't even want to say a word. As he walked forward, the middle-aged man began to hold on to the wall and move back step by step. An Zheng's footsteps were not very hasty, but the sound of those gentle footsteps was like muffled thunder, exploding in the middle-aged fat man's heart, making his blood flow seem to become chaotic.
He walked to the door, holding the silver gun in his hands and clasping his fists: "Hello, Master An."
An Zheng's eyes were sharper and brighter than lightning. He looked into the middle-aged fat man's eyes and said word for word: "This matter starts with you."
He walked to the door, holding the silver gun in his hands and clasping his fists: "Hello, Master An."
"I am from the Gao family."
The middle-aged fat man wailed in pain, and then subconsciously replied: "It's right in front, the Gao family's casino."
Still silent.
Standing at the door, An Zheng saw that there were already people standing in the rain curtain. The streets were crowded with black-clad men from the Gao family, and each of them had a long knife in his hand. When lightning falls, the light reflected on at least hundreds of long knives is so cold. But An Zheng, under the gaze of hundreds of big men, pulled Gao Lieliang back into the house by his ankles, then picked up half a bronze mirror from the ground and poked it into Gao Lieliang's forehead with a pop.
An Zheng shook his head slightly: "If we kill fewer people, it's not good enough."
The heavy rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the street not far from the door could not be seen clearly. An Zheng just sat on the chair quietly, the legs of the stool in his hand were covered with minced meat and blood beads.
An Zheng pulled a chair over and sat directly opposite the entrance of the casino. Then he pointed outside with the bloody stool leg: "Go and report the news."
The fastest guy ran to the window and before he could jump out, An Zheng broke his legs with a stick, and then stabbed his heart with another stick.
"Where?"
The young man in white smiled bitterly: "Looking at this matter now, it may be that something happened to our Gao family. Some scum did evil in the name of the Gao family, but we didn't notice it ourselves. In any case, this matter is very important to us. The impact is too great for the Gao family."
The guy didn't react at first, but when he did, he crawled out of the casino.
The middle-aged fat man struggled and twisted, and said these words in a hoarse voice. He had heard a lot about An Zheng, and he also went out of his way to see what An Zheng looked like. However, as time passed, his face gradually became blurred. Besides, An Zheng has never been a handsome and unforgettable young man, and he doesn't have such a dazzling appearance.
When Lang Jing was suppressed and lying on the ground, there was no trace of fear in his mind. He didn't know why he was so calm. He was once so afraid of death and loneliness, but at this moment he didn't have any fear. In the blur, he vaguely saw two old wolves walking side by side in the snow and drifting away. It seemed as if they saw An Zheng and the others waving their arms to say goodbye to him.
An Zheng dragged the middle-aged fat man into the house. He dragged the fat man's body over the steps and threshold, and his head was bumped again and again. The fat man had already passed out. An Zheng threw the fat man aside and looked at a broken stool leg at his feet. He bent down and picked up the stool leg.
Start by yourself
Still silent.
With a sharp look in his eyes, the bronze bell flew towards the high mountains. Gao Diengluan had a good cultivation level and could see the power of the bell at a glance. With his nearly forty years of cultivation, he did not dare to force it. This bell was originally given to An Zheng by Chen Shaobai. After seeing it, Lao Huo said that the bell was a magic weapon. An Zheng didn't understand what a magic weapon was, but An Zheng was like a demon at this moment.
The rain gradually became heavier, and An Zheng grabbed the middle-aged fat man's ankle and walked away step by step amid the rain. He walked through the last darkness before dawn, through layers of rain, and walked outside the Gao family's casino. At this time, the casino guys were cleaning up the bodies in the room. When they saw An Zheng dragging the fat man and standing at the door, everyone was shocked.
An Zheng said calmly: "So you plan to suppress this matter and then pretend that nothing happened?"
Since entering Fanggu City, An Zheng's murderous intention has never been this serious. Even when he met the scum of Dafang Agency just after entering the city, and even when he furiously killed Su Feiyun in the dilapidated yard, his murderous intention was not so serious. At this moment, An Zheng felt as if a sword had been unsheathed.
The panting fat man just straightened up, and An Zheng grabbed his neck with a snap. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't utter a single word. The strength in that hand almost suffocated him. Then he felt himself being lifted up by An Zheng. Looking down from a high place, An Zheng's eyes were even more terrifying.
That name also exploded in his mind like lightning exploding in the sky.
An Zheng didn't speak, he didn't even want to say a word. As he walked forward, the middle-aged man began to hold on to the wall and move back step by step. An Zheng's footsteps were not very hasty, but the sound of those gentle footsteps was like muffled thunder, exploding in the middle-aged fat man's heart, making his blood flow seem to become chaotic.
The panting fat man just straightened up, and An Zheng grabbed his neck with a snap. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't utter a single word. The strength in that hand almost suffocated him. Then he felt himself being lifted up by An Zheng. Looking down from a high place, An Zheng's eyes were even more terrifying.
Another group of people tried to rush into the casino, but were stopped by a carriage that suddenly arrived. A young man in white brocade got out of the carriage, holding a long gun in his hand. This man in white clothes and silver gun looks exceptionally handsome. Judging from his face, he was about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure was as straight and straight as the silver gun in his hand.
Start by yourself
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
But he can't.
He walked to the door, holding the silver gun in his hands and clasping his fists: "Hello, Master An."
An Zheng pulled a chair over and sat directly opposite the entrance of the casino. Then he pointed outside with the bloody stool leg: "Go and report the news."
An Zheng pulled off the middle-aged fat man's left arm, then grabbed the other man's right arm and pulled it down. A stream of blood spurted out from the fracture, staining An Zheng's clothes red. An Zheng threw away the broken arm and threw the fat middle-aged man to the ground.
That name also exploded in his mind like lightning exploding in the sky.
An Zheng suddenly laughed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so cold: "You are wrong about something... It's not that you, the Gao family, care about things, it's about me. Not only do I care about things, I also want to care about them even more."
The panting fat man just straightened up, and An Zheng grabbed his neck with a snap. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't utter a single word. The strength in that hand almost suffocated him. Then he felt himself being lifted up by An Zheng. Looking down from a high place, An Zheng's eyes were even more terrifying.
A few minutes later, an old man who looked about fifty years old stepped in from outside. He first looked at the bodies in the room, and then looked at An Zheng sitting on the chair. The old man hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists: "This little brother, I am Gao Dialuan. I can still speak a few words in the Gao family. What happened to make you so popular in my Gao family's casino?" Start killing. If the Gao family did something wrong, tell me. If you are here to cause trouble, I'm afraid you won't end up well."
An Zheng suddenly laughed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so cold: "You are wrong about something... It's not that you, the Gao family, care about things, it's about me. Not only do I care about things, I also want to care about them even more."
He raised his hand and crossed his fingers: "Take two more steps forward."
Boom! A huge bronze bell flew diagonally from the sky, as fast as lightning. The middle-aged fat man's reaction was also extremely fast. He raised his hand and shot the flying sword away with a green light. The next second, the flying sword shattered and the bell knocked the middle-aged fat man away like a heavy hammer.
Du Shoushou picked up Lang Jing, then ran out to pick up Lang Jing's broken arm. He asked An Zheng, "What about you?"
With a sharp look in his eyes, the bronze bell flew towards the high mountains. Gao Diengluan had a good cultivation level and could see the power of the bell at a glance. With his nearly forty years of cultivation, he did not dare to force it. This bell was originally given to An Zheng by Chen Shaobai. After seeing it, Lao Huo said that the bell was a magic weapon. An Zheng didn't understand what a magic weapon was, but An Zheng was like a demon at this moment.
The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, that's not what the Gao family meant... My name is Gao Shengchui, and I can represent the Gao family. Isn't Sect Master An satisfied with the current situation? You have killed enough people, and you must have vented the anger in your heart. It's almost over. The Gao family can ignore this matter and please stop here."
An Zheng still didn't say a word, just walked towards the middle-aged fat man step by step. The middle-aged fat man felt the breath of death from An Zheng. He couldn't understand how the murderous aura in a young man could be so strong. In a daze, he actually mistakenly thought that he saw the shadow of a terrifying beast appearing behind An Zheng. The beast's eyes were exactly the same as An Zheng's.
An Zheng didn't speak, he didn't even want to say a word. As he walked forward, the middle-aged man began to hold on to the wall and move back step by step. An Zheng's footsteps were not very hasty, but the sound of those gentle footsteps was like muffled thunder, exploding in the middle-aged fat man's heart, making his blood flow seem to become chaotic.
Gao Shengchui's expression changed, and his eyes flashed with anger. He held the silver gun and took a step forward, but when he looked up into An Zheng's eyes, he couldn't take the second step no matter what. At this moment, he felt that his state of mind after practicing for fifteen years had failed. He didn't take action, and neither did An Zheng, but his defeat was so miserable.
Still silent.
The heavy rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the street not far from the door could not be seen clearly. An Zheng just sat on the chair quietly, the legs of the stool in his hand were covered with minced meat and blood beads.
But in front of the bronze bell, this hard-to-find bronze mirror couldn't hold on for even two seconds. This old man's strength is above the fifth level of Sumeru, which is far more powerful than An Zheng's, but as far as magical weapons are concerned, his magical weapons are incomparable to An Zheng's. Even if An Zheng's strength is weak, he has enough magical weapons to make up for it.
In the flash, the middle-aged fat man saw An Zheng's other hand slowly raising, and then grabbed his arm.
The fastest guy ran to the window and before he could jump out, An Zheng broke his legs with a stick, and then stabbed his heart with another stick.
Standing at the door, An Zheng saw that there were already people standing in the rain curtain. The streets were crowded with black-clad men from the Gao family, and each of them had a long knife in his hand. When lightning falls, the light reflected on at least hundreds of long knives is so cold. But An Zheng, under the gaze of hundreds of big men, pulled Gao Lieliang back into the house by his ankles, then picked up half a bronze mirror from the ground and poked it into Gao Lieliang's forehead with a pop.
The broken stool leg turned into the most brutal murder weapon at this moment. Soon there were many more corpses in the room, and only the last man was left kneeling there shivering.