On the eastern outskirts of Linhai City, five figures walked between the low houses very quickly. The first person was a middle-aged man wearing casual casual clothes, and behind him were four muscular men in their thirties.
These five people were none other than Zhang Song of the Tianlang Gang and his four top masters. Tonight, the Tianlang Gang held a meeting and they were killed. Dozens of the leaders were killed and wounded in one pot.
Zhang Song understood that the situation was over. The person who came to kill him tonight was obviously an ancient warrior with a high level of cultivation. Just looking at the invincible power that the man showed when he shattered the ceiling with his palm, he was no match for him.
Therefore, Zhang Song did not even dare to return to his old nest, and fled directly outside the city. This escape meant that Zhang Song had given up the huge family fortune of the Tianlang Gang. He was decisive and decisive, taking what he could afford but putting it low. He was the true character of a generation of heroes.
But he was destined to be unable to escape tonight, because a vague aura had enveloped him, and a ghostly black shadow was following them from a distance.
"I ran dozens of miles in one breath, it should be safe!" At the foot of a hill thirty miles away in the eastern suburbs of Linhai City, Zhang Song slowed down and finally stopped in the woods under the hill.
"Boss, I think we should continue on our way! Although this place is far away from the city, there is no guarantee that our whereabouts will not be discovered," said a white-faced middle-aged man wearing black clothes and with a slender figure.
"Ah Hui, who do you think did what happened tonight?" Zhang Song sat down under a eucalyptus tree next to him and asked.
The middle-aged man named Ah Hui lowered his head and pondered for a while and said: "The ancient martial arts masters in Linhai City definitely do not have the strength to challenge our entire Tianlang Gang alone. There are no astronomical figures like the kind of super masters with peerless cultivation just now."
Huge amounts of money are absolutely unacceptable."
"You mean someone hired a killer to kill me?" Zhang Song stood up suddenly, his face gloomy as if water was dripping from his face.
"It should be like this. Don't the boss remember that the largest killer organization in Asia, the "Misty Hidden Tower", has such an ancient martial arts killer with unfathomable skills?" the white-faced middle-aged man said
"It must be the fault of that old ghost Shi Nanxing. That guy likes to do things behind people's backs. He must have hired a killer to kill my son, Shaoqiang. How unreasonable!" Zhang Song gritted his teeth, and his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.
"Boss, if you keep the green hills, we won't have to worry about running out of firewood. We still have time to make a comeback." Another tall and strong man with bronze skin said.
It was this sturdy middle-aged man who had previously ignored the glass shards shooting down from the sky, and relied on his outstanding hard skills to shatter all the extremely sharp and unusually strong glass shards.
"I hope so" Zhang Song sighed and said
"You have no chance!" A cold and suffocating voice suddenly penetrated their ears like a poisonous snake.
Zhang Song and the others were so shocked that they were bullied so close to them that they didn't notice it at all. This shows that the skill of the person coming here must be higher than theirs.
Any ancient warrior with a similar level of cultivation will be able to sense the energy fluctuations emitted by others and thus know their approximate strength. However, if you encounter someone who cannot see through their level of cultivation, that person's strength must be far above yours.
"Who is it?" Zhang Song said in a trembling voice, because a vague but frightening murderous intention has enveloped him, and the master hiding in the dark may launch a devastating attack on him at any time.
The other four masters were all tensed up and extremely nervous. The enemy was more powerful than they imagined.
At this time, from behind a large eucalyptus tree no more than ten meters away from them, a long-haired young man wearing a black trench coat and covering his face appeared.
"Whoa!" The five people all stared at the masked man who suddenly appeared.
"The mountains and rivers here are beautiful. It's really a good place for you to be buried!" The masked man's sharp eyes like an eagle swept across the faces of Zhang Song and the other five people, as if they were looking at a corpse.
There are dead bodies. It seems that Zhang Song and others are already dead.
"Humph! Do we have any grudges?" Zhang Song said in a deep voice. Looking at the masked man approaching slowly, he seemed to see a demon approaching them.
"A little bit." The masked man's voice became even colder.
"Then I have nothing more to say." Zhang Song secretly lucked in. He knew that the danger tonight would definitely be no less than that of charging in the midst of thousands of troops.
"Hmph! Five first-class masters of the fourth level of ancient martial arts. No wonder the Tianlang Gang was able to force Longmen to retreat to the south of the city." The masked man sneered, his voice full of disdain.
Under the dark night, in the eucalyptus forest, Zhang Song and the other four masters were swaying with their true energy. The aura of the powerful was stirring in the forest. Their bodies were vaguely shrouded in a layer of brilliance. It was obvious that they had all reached the ancient times when their inner energy was released.
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"Ha!" The white-faced middle-aged man exhaled. His body sank and he kicked his feet violently on the ground. With a "Whoop!", the middle-aged man left an afterimage in the air and faced the masked man.
He rushed forward, his movements were extremely fast, and he actually attacked the masked man first.
"I don't know whether to live or die." The masked man casually punched the white-faced middle-aged man. The green light instantly illuminated the woods, and the fierce energy was like the rolling Yangtze River, rushing towards the white-faced middle-aged man.
"Wow!" A scream sounded in the forest. The white-faced middle-aged man flew out like a cannonball at a faster speed than rushing towards him. "Bump, bump!" After directly breaking several large eucalyptus trees, he rolled away.
Falling to the ground, there is no more sound
"Crash!" Several big trees fell from the sky, setting off a billowing cloud of smoke.
"Ah Hui!" Zhang Song exclaimed loudly. He couldn't believe what he saw. Ah Hui, who had been with him for more than ten years and had made countless calls to death, was actually maimed by someone with one move. This masked man was