"According to your ability, you can also be considered an S-level killer?"
Zhang Feng walked slowly in front of Xiaodao Yongren, looking down from a high level, contemptuously.
Even when facing Shi Gang, he did not have such a contemptuous attitude.
"I'm... S-rank killer, Dadongying's most powerful ninja... Wow..." Kojima Yongren roared furiously, and squirted blood before he finished shouting.
There was another bloody hole in his chest, and the gravel pierced his lungs.
"Huh, I'm not ashamed!" Zhang Feng despised the killer in front of him more and more. With a wave of his hand, a fingernail-sized stone appeared in his palm, and Liang showed him. There is nothing wrong with it, and there is almost no room for dodge within 20 meters, but you."
After a short pause, there were two sneers again: "The launch of Kuwu is so powerful that I am afraid that the opponent will not hear your sneak attack. Are you stupid?"
"..."
Kojima Nagahito was choked with nothing to say, launching kunai is not what he looks like, what he is really good at is two samurai swords, one long and one short at his waist.
"Nothing to say?"
Zhang Feng looked in other directions dismissively, "Then die!"
Before the words fell, the badly injured Kojima Yongren jumped into the air, and his kung fu body disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Don't give up?"
Zhang Feng swept away his cold eyes and kicked when he lifted his leg.
"Oh no!"
Kojima Yongren's figure emerged two meters away, attacking Zhang Feng in a posture of jumping up and swinging a knife.
However, Zhang Feng flew a kick, much faster than he thought, and hurriedly shouted out in horror.
The gap between the two sides was too great, Zhang Feng's simple move forced the S-Class to let go and scream in surprise.
The next moment, a dull crash sound came, and a black image was hit by a high-speed rail train, flying straight up in the air, four or five meters above the ground.
In midair, Kojima Yongren sprayed blood again, and threw the samurai sword in his hand, flew to the highest point, drawn a perfect parabola, and hit the ground heavily.
"Boom..." The ground seemed to shake.
Zhang Feng walked slowly, stopped in front of Kojima Yongren, kicked, and the samurai sword that fell in the mud flew up and was caught in his hand.
"Dongying swords are mostly known for their speed and lack of power. The reason is that the samurai sword is not resistant to slashing and it is easy to cut.
Chuanbian, and you, like to use chopping and slashing tricks. It can be seen that your understanding of the katana is extremely poor! "
After some contempt, the samurai sword pointed at Kojima Nagahi's throat.
At this time, Xiaodao Yongren was hit by Zhang Feng with a large piece of gravel and was seriously injured, and then he was kicked on the abdomen by Zhang Feng. The whole person flew up to a height of four or five meters in the air, and the abdominal organs had long been broken into porridge. , And then fell heavily to the ground, visceral fragments had been vomited out of his mouth.
With a knife on his neck, he actually felt the pleasure of getting rid of it, and he actually laughed.
"Cut, I'm too lazy to make up the knife!"
Zhang Feng turned around and left, holding a samurai sword in his hand, and soon disappeared into the darkness.
Kojima Yongren's face was stunned, and he spouted blood with lumps with a pop, his consciousness gradually disappeared, his vision became hazy, he murmured: "Is this the strength of the world's number one killer? "
After speaking, his head crooked and he died.
As Dongying Ninja S-class monkey Kojima Yongren was killed by Zhang Feng, the ruined factory area shrouded in heavy rain fell into a weird calm, the rain washed the factory building, but the battle subsided.
At the door of the only factory building with lights, more than two dozen guards were guarded at the door and on the minibus. Everyone's eyes widened, but there was no trace of disturbance.
"The poisonous smoke is gone, shall we withdraw it?"
The guard who took care of the wounded asked carefully.
He also had to support Dong Xiaodao. The wounded stood in the rain, putting a heavy pressure on Dong Xiaodao's willpower and body.
"Can't withdraw, I'm fine!"
Dong Xiaodao rushed to respond. He couldn't help but feel weak and uncomfortable on his face. On the contrary, he showed a strange perseverance. Now that he is put into battle, he can also explode far beyond imagination.
"Brother Dao, you can't stand in the rain because of your injuries. Abdominal infections are difficult to treat. You will die!" the guard shouted worriedly.
Although Dong Xiaodao's stab wound was not fatal and even allowed him to persist in the fight, the guard said the problem was even more serious. Once an abdominal infection occurs, there is no way other than the massive and gradual use of antibiotics.
The higher the level of antibiotics, the greater the side effects it will bring to the human body. Once the antibiotics are used too much, the "green hairs in the abdomen" will occur, and people will be out of help.
"What's the matter, I'm fine!"
Dong Xiaodao is stubbornly low
He yelled, maybe he felt the tone was too heavy, and added: "The master is still fighting outside, I don't want to be a burden!"
For an arrogant warrior, becoming a burden is the biggest blow to him, even if he is killed in battle, Dong Xiaodao will not let himself become a burden.
"Brother Dao..." The guard holding him lowered his head and stopped talking, and there was silence at the factory door.
The danger has not been relieved, and there are still ten S-level killers who are still watching in secret. Whether it is Zhang Feng or the guards at the door, whoever relaxes their vigilance will become the target of the killers.
"Why don't we call the police?"
Perhaps the atmosphere was too heavy and caused too much pressure on everyone, and a guard couldn't help but ask.
Upon hearing this, over twenty glances were all over, staring at him fiercely.
"Then... what, am I wrong?" The guard stammered, frightened by the eyes of his companions.
Ding Xiaoshan stood in the middle of the crowd and said aloud: "You are right, it is the doorkeeper who refused to call the police."
"Why?" the guard asked again.
This question is also a point of curiosity for other people. They are all guards. Protecting important people from harm is the first priority. Faced with danger, they should use all their strength to protect the target person.
"Because..." Ding Xiaoshan narrowed his eyes and grinned: "Because the main door has wiped out these S-level killers!"
The roar spreads in the rainy night, with a strong provocation.
Sure enough, there was a sneer in the darkness.
Those hidden killers are waiting for opportunities.
But the next moment, a thunderous roar sounded, and a black image was black lightning in the night, rushing towards a corner of a fence.
"kill!"
"Do not… "
Then the screams sounded, and a dark shadow from the corner rushed out embarrassedly.
Under the light of the factory entrance, the sharp light of the sword cut through the night sky. It was Zhang Feng. Holding a samurai sword, he used a technique similar to drawing a sword, from bottom to top, to the killer hidden here.
"Dang!" The loud sound of metal fighting, like another explosion of thunder, resounded through the rainy night.
Afterwards, a black shadow flew out. It was the assassin. He barely blocked Zhang Feng's attack, but was knocked into the air by a heavy force.
Zhang Feng followed closely, and the katana was picked up again...
(End of this chapter)