This is not the first time that Zhao Qiang has seen Long Shihao kill people, but every time he sees it, his heart will be shocked one after another. Even if Zhao Qiang has broken through the limit now, it is still the same. That ghostly speed, gorgeous
His moves, his stern expression, and his ability to kill with one strike without any hesitation made the people following him excited. A man who did the cruelest thing in the world was actually full of beauty.
Long Shihao personally took care of the several law enforcement members who were patrolling at the gate of the Presbyterian Church. Those people were very skilled and alert, but from the moment they found the target until they were wiped on the neck, none of them called out.
Speak up. Like Zhao Qiang, Long Shihao also likes to directly wipe his opponent's neck.
Because he thinks this is the simplest and most powerful way to kill. It may take several moves to attack other parts, but only one move is needed to attack there. He does not use weapons, just uses his hands, but those hands are the most powerful in the world.
A sharp weapon that magically appears on someone's neck and can end a person's life silently.
When Zhao Qiang and the men in black stood in a row in the yard and shot at the main house of the elders, shouts and chaotic shots rang out in the house. "Xuanwu Gate" has been built for dozens of years.
This is the first time in years that someone dared to make such a big noise within the sect. The people in the Presbyterian Church also predicted what kind of reaction Long Shihao would make and took preventive measures, but they did not expect that Long Shihao would react.
How could Shihao be so ruthless and do such an incredible job?
"Long Shihao, you evildoers, aren't you afraid of being cast aside by the world?" The great elder's sad and angry voice came from the room.
Long Shihao did not answer, but stood behind Zhao Qiang expressionlessly, his robes rustling in the cold wind. Zhao Qiang smiled and pointed to the room where the sound came from. Several men in black immediately understood and immediately
He picked up a gun and started shooting at the room, and screams kept coming from the room. Someone would be injured every second, and they all fell to the guns of their fellow disciples.
The opponent fought back resolutely, but the attacking party was even more prepared. When they hid in the house and couldn't get out, the seventh uncle even took out a miniature rocket launcher. After a loud noise, the whole yard was shaking.
.The mountains in the distance also echoed at the same time. Maybe some people suspected that they were using gunpowder to open the mountains?
When the gunfire in the yard stopped, the yard was full of blood. The great elder was dead, shot in the head. All the other elders were also dead, including the two who abstained from voting. They were hiding.
When he entered the house, he was killed by a rocket launcher. The house had been riddled with holes and was burning from the inside. This house would be burned down soon, and at the same time, there were
The bodies of those people.
Long Shihao stood quietly outside the courtyard gate, looking at the blazing flames. His face was reddened by the flames, and the expression on his face was as solid as eternal granite... No one knew what he was thinking.
.The night became darker, and the cold wind blew his long hair and black robe, making him look a bit lonely.
"Did you do too much?" A silver-haired old man walked up to Long Shihao, stared at the burning flames, and asked in a deep voice. From his eyes, he could see the meaning and sadness.
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"It has to be done. The longer it is delayed, the more chaotic it will be." Long Shihao woke up from his thoughts and replied in a low voice.
"Aren't you afraid of future generations' comments?"
"When they commented, I was already dead." Long Shihao said lightly. "What's more, I'm not from the Xuanwu Sect, so what should I be afraid of?"
"Originally, the strength of the master's sect is not as good as that of the 'Prince's Sect'. As a result, the strength is reduced by one-third, and the child will have more hardship."
"Those who died deserved to die. I will keep everything for him that can help him."
The old man nodded, letting his silver hair fly in the wind, and said: "The Presbyterian Church has ceased to exist in name only. Next... what are you going to do?"
“There will no longer be a Presbyterian Church in ‘Xuanwumen’ from now on.”
"Hahahaha... Good! You are courageous! What King Xuanwu wanted to do was actually accomplished by you overnight. Do you believe that boy so much?"
"He is my apprentice, I should trust him."
"Alas...it's just hard for that child..."
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After using violent means to level the compound of the Presbyterian Church, all the finishing work was handed over to the seventh uncle. Zhao Qiang immediately led people to the fourth uncle's residence. Originally, he was also the first target to be eliminated, but unfortunately "
The members of the "Remnant Blood Group" are all in Hong Kong, and Long Shihao's private troops don't know what mission they are on. They are not in the "Xuanwu Gate", and the other forces in the "Xuanwu Gate" cannot act rashly.
On the one hand, they are afraid of alerting others, and on the other hand, because this mission is to deal with the Presbyterian Church, who knows which side they will be on? It is also possible that they will suddenly aim their guns at the people on Zhao Qiang's side. Long
Shihao is not willing to take this risk... The strength to deal with the Presbyterian Council is no longer enough. If the troops are divided into two groups, it will be even more dangerous. Therefore, he has to let the Fourth Master's side go first.
When Zhao Qiang arrived, the courtyard door of Fourth Master Uncle was tightly closed. Zhao Qiang directly let people open the door, and then a group of people swarmed in. Surprisingly, they did not encounter any obstruction, and a few people walked straight in. This
A bad premonition arose in Zhao Qiang's heart, and Zhao Qiang shouted loudly: "Catch a few people and come over to ask."
"Yes." Several people replied. When they were holding their guns and preparing to take action, several disciples of the fourth uncle raised their hands high.
"Where is your master?" Zhao Qiang asked in a deep voice.
"I don't know, we don't know where he went." A young disciple said tremblingly. They also heard the loud noise just now, and knew that there must be a conflict between Long Shihao and the Presbyterian Council. Now they saw Zhao Qiang
When he walked in with a swagger, they knew that Long Shihao had won.
Zhao Qiang directed two people to search the house. He looked at the row of people squatting in front and asked, "When did they disappear?"
"We didn't see him last night. He was not in the house, and we didn't pay attention. We thought he went to the Presbyterian Church..." A disciple replied in a low voice.
Zhao Qiang suddenly cursed secretly in his heart. This old fox is really cunning. He was not found by the Presbyterian Church and he was not in his room. Could it be that someone leaked the news in advance? Impossible...this time before departure.
Uncle Seventh Master had summoned these people just a moment ago. Moreover, there were only four people who knew about this incident before, Master, himself, Uncle Seventh Master, Lang Yixin... These people are all absolutely reliable.
There is another possibility that this bastard is too cunning. He has stopped staying in his room to rest after that assassination incident. Now that the time has dragged on for so long, it seems that he will go to other places.
The search is useless, he may have escaped long ago.
When Zhao Qiang was still considering whether to pursue the victory, someone came over and conveyed Long Shihao's order, asking Zhao Qiang to go back immediately to attend the succession ceremony of the sect leader. Zhao Qiang was stunned for a while, the master was really anxious! But Zhao Qiang's heart was
He had mixed feelings, and as a result, the burden on his shoulders became even heavier.
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It was another quiet night, and Zhao Qiang went to Lan Xin's small courtyard. Lan Xin and her master both had independent small courtyards. When Zhao Qiang went there, he encountered no obstruction. Not to mention his close relationship with Lan Xin.
Although they are separated by so many years, some old people still remember him. Besides, Zhao Qiang is now the head of the sect, and those guys have to eat under his hands! A lot of people were purged some time ago, and the Presbyterian Church was even more thorough.
disappeared, Zhao Qiang's iron-blooded tactics indeed made some people in the "Xuanwu Sect" a little timid.
There were even many people who privately called Zhao Qiang the nickname "Master of the Butcher Sect". When Zhao Qiang knew this nickname, he almost cried and dragged his disciples everywhere to explain that all these things were caused by the dragon.
It was Shihao's instruction... I just don't believe it. Long Shihao has been acting as the sect leader for a day or two. As soon as you come back, you go on a killing spree. You get an advantage and act like a good boy. Now you have become the sect leader, and you don't even have a bad reputation.
Unwilling to take responsibility, he pushed his master's head back...
Zhao Qiang walked straight through the corridor of the main house, stood at Lan Xin's door, and knocked on the door, but no one answered. Very good, this is the result Zhao Qiang expected. He pushed the door with his hand, and the door was locked from the inside.
Stopped. This problem was simply too simple for Zhao Qiang. He picked up a dead branch from the ground and pried open the door in three strokes. There was no challenge at all.
He gently opened the door and went in. There was no one in the room. Zhao Qiang closed the door and looked at Lanxin's elegant and quiet room. Lanxin was also a nostalgic person. She hadn't been here for so many years, but there were no big changes in the house.
.The layout of the entire house seemed to be the same when I was a child, except that some of the clothes and furniture were one size larger.
Zhao Qiang walked to Lan Xin's bedside, and a faint fragrance rushed towards him. It was light but not strong. It resembled Lan Xin's character and smelled very good. Zhao Qiang stepped forward and touched Lan Xin's quilt, pillow, and curtains.
"Shelley's Poems" on the bedside... Thank God, there is a black bra... Zhao Qiang touched it again and again, it was something that little junior sister Lan Xin used, how cute it is!
Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, the sound was very loud, as if he was deliberately reminding the adulterers outside not to go too far. Zhao Qiang knew that the junior sister must be taking a bath inside, so he tiptoed over and walked over.