At this time, Zhou Yang had already reached the middle of the floor. Except for the five or six rooms behind him that were still alive, no one in the rooms behind him was alive.
Hearing the roar, people in the next few rooms rushed into the corridor with the guy in hand, and quickly gathered in front of the scarred man, staring at the uninvited guest with eager eyes.
The scarred man walked to the front, his eyes full of coldness, and said: "If you dare to kill my brother, why don't you dare to report your name?"
Zhou Yang held the Qingming Sword in one hand, took out a cigarette and lit it, glanced sideways in front of him, and said lightly: "What's the point of telling your name to a group of dead people?"
When the scarred man heard Zhou Yang's words, a surge of overwhelming anger suddenly arose in his heart, and he shouted loudly: "You're so arrogant, take a stab at me!" Before he could finish his words, his body was already rushing towards Zhou Yang in the middle of the corridor.
Facing the scarred man who rushed towards him at a very fast speed, Zhou Yang still held a cigarette in his mouth, moved his right hand slightly, and the Qingming Sword made a soft sound...
When he was less than three meters away from Zhou Yang, the scarred man jumped up in the air, took out the scimitar in his right hand, and shot Zhou Yang directly into the chest. The scimitar was spinning in the air, so fast that he couldn't even tell the direction of the rotation. He just blinked.
Suddenly he arrived in front of Zhou Yang.
"Hmph!" Zhou Yang snorted coldly, and his body suddenly moved, and the whole body suddenly disappeared in the eyes of the scarred man. The scimitar in the air seemed to have encountered an invisible force, and fell straight to the ground.
Suddenly, the scarred man felt a terrifying crisis. He looked up and saw that Zhou Yang's figure had appeared above him. The Qingming Sword was like a life-threatening Yama, coming straight down with endless cold air.
With years of fighting experience, the scarred man suddenly fell backwards, then rolled over and rolled into the corner. But even though he fell quickly, a bloody gash was cut on his left abdomen by the Qingming Sword.
When the men behind saw that the elder brother could not resist, no one escaped. They all roared and rushed towards Zhou Yang while waving their sharp weapons. Some of them entangled Zhou Yang, while others tried their best to protect the scarred man.
Zhou Yang sneered, moved his right wrist, and the shadow of the sword was like a screen. The seven or eight men didn't even have time to scream, and fell softly to the ground.
At this time, the scarred man had stood up, covering the wound with his right hand, and looked at Zhou Yang with murderous eyes. "Even if you want to kill me, you have to let my brothers die, right? Are you a member of the Hong Gang or a member of the Hong Gang?"
From the Qinggang?”
Zhou Yang suddenly stopped and looked at a group of men opposite who were struggling but showing no sign of fear. His heart was slightly touched. Then he said two words: "Liu family!"
The man with the scar suddenly realized, feeling even more hateful and helpless in his heart, and immediately said loudly: "What happened to the Liu family has nothing to do with my Wolf Gang, it was all done by people from the Hong Gang. If you don't believe it, I, the Flying Tiger, will swear on my head,
If I lie to you, the master can take my head at any time in the future!"
"Oh... where are the people from the Hong Gang?" Zhou Yang squinted his eyes and glanced at the few people left on the opposite side.
The scarred man thought for a while and immediately said: "They are at the Qinghai Hotel on Xianglong Avenue in Yinan District. But they have more people. Be careful, the affairs of the Liu family really have nothing to do with our Wolf Club!"
At this time, the scarred man wanted to go over and slap this guy to death. They didn't even pull out a hair from the Liu family, but they just saw the scene later and took a quick look. In this moment, more than ten people died for no reason.
brother.
"Remember, my name is Zhou Yang. From now on, you should not interfere with anyone who has anything to do with me!" When he saw Zhou Yang slowly walking into the elevator, the scarred man could no longer hold on, rolled his eyes, and fell down.
It fell into the hands of the brothers behind.
One of the men supported the scarred man, glanced left and right, and immediately said: "Report to the Wolf King, we will leave here immediately."
It was late at night, Zhou Yang took a taxi to Xianglong Avenue and stood at the door of Qinghai Hotel. Suddenly he saw a man in a black suit at the door, looking closely at him.
Zhou Yang curled his lips. It seemed that this Hong gang member still had some brains. But it was more convenient for him.
The two women at the front desk were yawning nonstop, chatting, and playing with their mobile phones at the same time. I don't know if they were having sex with that night owl.
"Beauty, I am a police officer. I would like to ask if there are a large group of unregistered guests staying here." Zhou Yang took out a small book and waved it. When the two girls heard about the police, they were so frightened that they hid their mobile phones behind them and hesitated.
My head shook.
At this time, the man by the door was stunned, looked at Zhou Yang carefully, then turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance in small steps.
"Give you a minute, if you don't say anything, I'll go straight to arrest him, and you won't be able to get away with it by then!" Zhou Yang glanced at the man behind him, lit a cigarette, and his right hand had already touched the hilt of the sword.
At this time, one of the girls pointed towards the man behind Zhou Yang with some fear, and whispered: "The entire sixth floor is full of people, and there is this guy."
Another girl looked at Zhou Yang, then looked out the door twice, and whispered: "Comrade police, are you the only one? There are many of them!"
"Thank you!" Zhou Yang nodded slowly, turned around suddenly, and the Qingming Sword emitted a silver light. The man felt a chill in his chest, and saw that many parts of the sword had been submerged into his body.
With a gasp, he pulled out his sword, and the donated blood immediately sprayed onto the white marble floor. The two women behind the cashier were frightened. They had seen bandits and robbers, but they had never seen anyone kill someone.
Seeing Zhou Yang slowly walking into the elevator with a dagger, the two women at the front desk came to their senses. One of them covered her mouth as if she was about to vomit. The other frowned and muttered: "Do you still use swords now?"
The police?”
Arriving on the sixth floor, Zhou Yang followed the same method as before, kicked open the door, went in, killed people, and fell into confusion. Some people even didn't wake up and were sent to another world.
Li Feng suddenly woke up, jumped out of bed with his clothes on, opened the door and rushed to the corridor.
Seeing Zhou Yang walking back and forth between the rooms on both sides, Li Feng saw clearly and shouted: "Zhou Yang, stop it!"
Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the fair-skinned man standing opposite, he suddenly frowned: "Do you know me?"
Li Feng smiled coldly: "Not only do I know you, but I also know your relatives and loved ones. What? Everyone in your father-in-law's family died, so you came to take revenge single-handedly, right?"
"You're even more right when you say this!" Zhou Yang's eyes suddenly flashed with cold light, his body was as fast as the wind, the Qingming Sword sounded softly, and rushed towards Li Feng with the force of breaking bamboo.
Seeing Zhou Yang rushing over, Li Feng burst out laughing: "You dare to confront me head-on in the early stages of the Yellow Realm. How brave you are!"
Zhou Yang was suddenly shocked when he was halfway through. How does this guy know his own realm? Is he also from Yinlong Pavilion? No, he is obviously from Hong Gang. Why is this?
When the Qingming Sword was about to touch Li Feng's head, Zhou Yang quickly stopped his attention and stared closely at the handsome man opposite him.
At this moment, Li Feng suddenly waved his right hand, and a huge momentum burst out from his body. The Qingming Sword that was originally on his neck suddenly flicked to the side, and Zhou Yang couldn't control his whole body and fell to the right.
go.
"Didn't your master tell you that there is a huge gap in every realm? Although you are very powerful in front of outsiders, in front of me..." Li Feng shook his head: "You are vulnerable!"
Zhou Yang did not fall, but was pushed aside by the momentum. When he looked at Li Feng again, his eyes were full of solemnity. This was the first ancient person he had met except Lang Jiu and Zhao Wuji.
He is an enemy of martial arts. And at a glance, he can tell that he is of a higher level than Zhou Yang.
"Then let me see how powerful you are!" Zhou Yang looked at the enemy again, and the momentum in his body accelerated. He held the Qingming Sword in his hand, as steady as a mountain, and looked at Li Feng quietly.
Suddenly, Zhou Yang shook his right hand, and the sword flower opened its tail like a peacock. Each sword light had the potential to cut through the waves. The sword flower floated up and down, covering Li Feng's entire body.
Faced with such momentum, Li Feng did not panic, and also drew a bright dagger with his right hand. With just one sword strike, he stabbed towards the center of Zhou Yang's sword flower.
With a cry, Zhou Yang felt as if the Qingming Sword was stuck in the middle of a boulder, unable to exert force on either side, let alone hurt the man on the opposite side.
"Haha, the sword is a good sword, but it's a pity that your swordsmanship is terrible, why not give it to me!" Li Feng laughed, and his left hand reached towards Zhou Yang's sword body at lightning speed, regardless of the pressing force.
The edge of the sword.
"Dream!" Zhou Yang roared, his left hand formed a fist, and two-thirds of his body's momentum gathered in the cloud. With a dominating punch, he fiercely hit Li Feng.
Li Feng didn't expect Zhou Yang to have such a move. His left hand, which was already in the air, suddenly changed direction and hurriedly met Zhou Yang's dominating punch.
"Bang!" Wave after wave of powerful force rushed towards Li Feng's left arm. Li Feng grunted, held his left shoulder, and took three or four steps back.
Seeing this opportunity, Zhou Yang inserted the Qingming Sword into his waist. Qingyang's palm was like an overwhelming force and attacked Li Feng. Li Feng on the opposite side could only respond hastily. The punch just now had already injured his left arm.
Through bone.
"Bang!" Li Feng missed another palm strike and was hit in the chest by Zhou Yang. A mouthful of blood spurted out, Zhou Yang smiled coldly, and streaks of blood suddenly poured out of his eyeballs, quickly wrapping around the entire eyeball.
When his eyes turned red, there was a buzzing sound and the entire space began to stop.
Li Feng stared at Zhou Yang who was walking towards him with wide eyes, and his eyes actually turned red. Although he couldn't move, Li Feng was still shocked. Could it be that this Zhou Yang had mastered some unique magic skill?
Whoosh!
The Qingming Sword slashed across Li Feng's neck like lightning, but his head did not fall, he just stared at Zhou Yang in disbelief with his eyes wide open.
Zhou Yang took off Li Feng's head, held it in his hand, and then killed all the surviving boys behind him one by one. When only one man was left, the man found that he could move.
Because he had already felt a warm liquid flowing down the inside of his thigh to his heel.
"Tell your master, from now on, no one is allowed to touch anyone who has anything to do with me, Zhou Yang, otherwise, the fate will be the same as him!" Zhou Yang shouted low and threw Li Feng's head into the arms of this brain.