The sound of breaking wind blasted in his ears, and the scar-faced man's heart skipped a beat.
Oops!
As soon as this thought appeared, a huge force hit him.
pain!
He only felt as if his right arm had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he staggered, falling four or five meters away before barely regaining his balance.
At this moment, one of his hands was numb and he completely lost his fighting ability.
Seeing that the leader, Scarface, had been severely injured just by looking at him, everyone around him was stunned and couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Everyone is well aware of Scarface's fighting prowess, otherwise it would be impossible for him to become the leader of this group of desperadoes.
Especially Song Yehan, he has great confidence in Scarface and believes that even if his strength cannot restrain Zhang Yang, he can at least make him tired of dealing with it.
Seeing that Zhang Yang was like a piece of iron that could not be shaken, everyone simply focused their attention on Zi Yi.
On the other hand, there was a man holding a short knife who was always watching Song Yehan with eager eyes, just like a cheetah with tense muscles, hiding aside, ready to kill with a single blow at any time.
Zhang Yang had long sensed this man's momentum and knew that he was probably another one of Song Yehan's supporters.
However, this lean man showed no murderous intent from beginning to end, and Zhang Yang was somewhat unsure of his true identity.
"Heizi, don't do it yet!"
The man known as Heizi hesitated, then pulled out a short knife from his waist and went straight to Zhang Yang.
The blade suddenly appeared, and Zhang Yang couldn't help but look stern.
This sword technique seems familiar, and it is exactly the same as the Yang family's unique skills in southern Xinjiang.
Speaking of the Yang family in southern Xinjiang, they are closely related to the Fu Medical Sect.
Every year, the Yang family would send someone to send a batch of Miaojiang's unique medicinal materials to Yangyuan Stone, and the master's uncle would always give back a small bottle of carefully refined elixirs as a gift.
"Are you from the Yang family?" Zhang Yang sided to avoid a bayonet strike from his horse, flicked his finger, swung away the sharp blade that reflected the cold light, and said.
Huh?
The other party hesitated for a moment, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
Immediately, another move of the Ding Knee Knife came across from the left.
This time Zhang Yang no longer tried to dodge, but actually reached for the blade with his bare hands and grabbed the blade forcefully!
Seeing Zhang Yang using such an unheard-of technique to make his own killing move ridiculous, the man's eyes were filled with astonishment.
When I thought about Zhang Yang mentioning the Yang family just now, I felt a little relieved.
"Do you also know Yang Jiadao?"
"Know a thing or two, but not master it."
"So, you and the Yang family just know each other."
"right!"
"In that case, there's nothing to say! Let's see!"
I heard him yell sharply and take action again.
The blade brought a cold whirlwind straight to Zhang Yang's door. This move was definitely different from any Yang family sword routine in Zhang Yang's memory, but it reminded him of the Japanese Yagyu sect's Whirlwind Slash.
It's just that this person's sword skills have a bit of the fierceness of Buddhist sword skills.
Zhang Yang didn't bother to care about the other party's background. Since he was helping others to do evil, there was nothing much to say.
He snorted coldly, stepped forward and punched, only hitting the man's waist.
The man listened to the wind to identify his position, and avoided the fatal blow one second in advance. He then slashed with his backhand towards Zhang Yang's right shoulder.
Cut empty!
A trace of horror flashed in the man's eyes.
He was convinced that with the distance and angle just now, Zhang Yang could not avoid his fatal knife.
However, with the facts before him, he couldn't help but not believe it.
What was even more frightening was that at the moment when he was stunned, a strong wind suddenly came from behind.
Oops!
As soon as this thought appeared, I felt a sweetness in my throat, and my vest was hit by Zhang Yang's palm.
Ahem!
Accompanied by two violent coughs, a crackling sound suddenly erupted from the man's body!
This is……
Zhang Yang suddenly felt that the other party's body was twisting rapidly, and an evil aura spread rapidly.
This mysterious swordsman has actually practiced evil magic, using the blood and soul of beasts to refine his body. Once used, he can increase his speed and strength several times in the blink of an eye.
This was Zhang Yang's first time encountering this ancient evil spell. For a moment, he couldn't think of a way to break it. He could only watch the man's body expand rapidly, and the brilliance of the sharp blade in his hand became more and more monstrous.
"Be careful, this is the Nanyang flesh puppet technique!" Ziyi reminded.
"Is there any way?" Zhang Yang asked.
"Aren't you Xuanmen people very good at dealing with these things?" Ziyi said jokingly.
Judging from her expression, she didn't seem worried.
"Sorry, I'm just a dabbler, I'm afraid it won't work." Zhang Yang said mockingly.
What he said was quite true.
Because he has never made any progress in practicing the Nine Yang True Art, he is not willing to go deep into other things except for being slightly interested in medical skills.
It may be able to deal with ordinary sorcery, but once it encounters this slightly more advanced method, it will be helpless.
"Don't count on me either. He has blood Shura engraved on his body and is protected by Shura. The most I can do is entangle him, but I can't even get into his body."
"Then I won't bother you anymore!" Zhang Yang dropped these words, ducked, and struck the Blood Shura on the man's chest with his iron palm filled with Nine Yang True Fire.
Although it was a head-on fight, Zhang Yang was still quite confident in his Nine Yang True Fire.
The Nine-Yang True Fire is the most powerful force in heaven and earth and has a restraining effect on all evil forces.
Bang!
Zhang Yang accurately hit the Blood Shura tattoo that was turning bright red.
He knew in his heart that once the Blood Shura took shape, it would be difficult to deal with him.
The moment his palm hit the Blood Shura, Zhang Yang felt a surge of energy and blood.
A manic and bloodthirsty force swept in, and the Nine Yang True Art almost automatically operated to suppress this terrifying force.
Fortunately, the Blood Shura, which was about to take shape, became ethereal again, with a bloody aura lingering around it, surging violently like clouds.
After succeeding with one blow, Zhang Yang struck out again.
This time, the strength in his hands was even better.
Blood Shura must be completely crushed!
Bang!
Although the man tried his best to avoid it, Zhang Yang's speed was too fast and his angle was very tricky, so it still failed to work.
The iron palm hit Shura's tattoo again, and after a burst of blood mist, the man's body suddenly shriveled up.
The evil spell was broken, the man's face turned pale and his lips turned black, as if he had aged thirty years in an instant.
Although Song Yehan had already known about Zhang Yang's strength, he never thought that the ace in his hand could be destroyed so easily, and his eyes were full of fear.
Zhang Yang descended to earth like a god of war, already frightening the thugs and making them unwilling to continue to be enemies.
As a result, they all targeted Ziyi.
In their opinion, once Ziyi is captured, Zhang Yang will definitely throw a rat weapon into his trap.
What's more, Song Yehan was supervising the battle from behind. If he wanted to get the reward, he had to show his hard work.
Otherwise, based on their understanding of Song Yehan, if they settle the accounts after the incident, not only will they not get the bonus, but they may also be punished.
Thinking of Song Yehan's methods, everyone shuddered.
It's a pity that they completely underestimated Ziyi's strength.
When the first thug was rolled out ten meters by an invisible force before he even got close to Ziyi, and hit the roof of the car hard, and stopped moving, everyone realized that this was actually even scarier than Zhang Yang.
The presence.
They didn't know much about the members of the Wolf Fang Special Service Team who had left before, but they could also feel what was different about these seven or eight people.
Originally, they left because of Zi Yi's words, which made them more surprised and more excited.
After all, without these competitors, Song Yehan's promised reward of tens of millions can be divided much more.
But now, the shock brought by Zi Yi made them suddenly wake up.
Because she is no longer a human being.
They clearly saw that the unlucky guy was still a full meter away from Ziyi, but he was knocked to the ground directly.
Although his strength is not outstanding among a group of people, he is not weak either. Now he can't tell whether he is alive or dead when he meets him, which is really shocking.
Everyone looked at Ziyi with a sneer on his face like a monster, and no one dared to approach.
However, Song Yehan, who was hiding behind and watching the battle, quickly reacted and pointed the black gun at Ziyi.
Song Yehan was able to contact people with Langya, so he naturally knew that there were indeed people with special abilities in this world.
However, he never expected that the seemingly delicate Zi Yi could be so powerful.
The huge fear in his heart made him feel jealous, and he was ready to deal with Ziyi first.
Unfortunately, he never expected that before he had time to pull the trigger, he felt a flash in front of his eyes and his hand was immediately empty.
The gun is gone...
The next moment, he saw Ziyi holding an M9 in his hand, with the black muzzle aimed at him.
"You...what are you going to do?" Song Ye shouted coldly and inwardly.
He was trembling, fearing that Ziyi would really shoot.
"What do you think?" Ziyi sneered. He held up a beautiful gun flower and pointed the black muzzle at Song Yehan again.
"Don't mess around! You...do you know who I am?" Song Yehan shouted in a voiceless voice.
"I don't care who you are!" Ziyi sneered.
"I am the direct grandson of the Song family, and Jiangshan is my uncle! My grandfather is Song Weiguo!" Song Yehan quickly revealed his identity.
He thought that since Ziyi knew about the Langya Special Service Team, he would naturally know the identity of his uncle Jiangshan.
"Director Jiang?" Ziyi asked.
"right!"
"Hmph, you dare to call a dormant team. I will ask him later who gave him such confidence!" Ziyi said with a stern expression.
Song Yehan was shocked when he heard this.
The way he looked at Zi Yi seemed to be more than just trying to scare him.
Coupled with the previous reactions of the members of the Wolf Fang Special Service Team, I felt that I had offended someone I shouldn't have offended this time.
"Who are you...who are you?" he asked stammering.
"It doesn't matter who I am, but you are going to be unlucky today."
"I don't believe you dare to kill me!" Song Yehan gritted his teeth.
"I can't decide whether to kill you or not. It depends on my boss's mood."
Ziyi said, intentionally or unintentionally looking at Zhang Yang who was destroying the dead and knocking the thugs to the ground.