Text_Chapter 235 Outsmarting the Western Region Hall (1)
Chapter 235: Outsmarting the Western Region Hall (Part 1)
Zifeng had no time to dodge, so she could only turn her fist into a claw and clasp the fist of the man in black, but the man didn't care. He punched faster and could faintly see an afterimage in the void.
With a soft sound of "Boom...", the man's punch hit Zifeng's palm hard. At that time, he also wanted to suddenly change direction and hit Zifeng's finger. Unfortunately, Zifeng was also fast enough, and he fired his palm.
The speed also suddenly accelerated.
The fist of the man in black collided fiercely. Zifeng was about to grab the fist, but the man in black had already retracted his fist. With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he moved his feet and punched Zifeng again.
"Damn it, do you think I'm a sandbag?" Zifeng was furious. He stopped grabbing and punched the man in black. He ignored the man in black's fist. He was crazy. He was crazy.
A resounding lunatic, his style of self-mutilation has always been his style.
The man in black was obviously stunned. Now he didn't expect that this guy would kill him regardless of the damage. He quickly blocked it with his fist. He didn't want to get hurt. Compared with Zifeng's life, he still felt that his own life was more important.
If he died, who would protect Han Luo?
A strange smile appeared on the corner of Zifeng's mouth. He pulled his left hand around his waist, and a purple scimitar appeared in the palm of his hand. It turned into a purple blade and struck the man in black on the left rib.
The man in black was horrified. How could he dare to resist? He quickly stepped back. He didn't think his body was strong enough to withstand the power of a knife.
With a "chi" sound, the sharp sword energy shot out of the air. Although the man in black dodged very quickly, the clothes around his waist were still torn by the air-piercing sword energy, and a black red mark was faintly visible.
"What a knife..." The man in black praised sincerely, but he did not dare to step forward and attack again.
"Of course, the name of this knife is Ziyue." Zifeng sneered, but his heart was filled with horror. In this sudden attack, it only cut his clothes. That's because the knife is extremely sharp.
, if it were replaced by a knife, it might not even be able to touch his clothes.
"Ziyue? That's a good name. Boss Han, why don't we use this nightclub to replace his knife?" The man in black suddenly said to Han Luo behind him.
"What? This is my last fortune, how can I exchange it for another one..." Before Han Luo could finish speaking, his eyes were already fixed on the knife. Although he was a big shot in the world, it was his biggest hobby.
He collects antiques, so he has a certain understanding of them. Just taking a look at Ziyue in Zifeng's hand, he felt that this was definitely not an ordinary knife, but an ancient knife with a long history.
"Where did you get this knife?" Han Luo suddenly asked.
"This doesn't seem to be any of your business?" Zifeng said with a faint smile. He had picked up this item at an underground antique market not long ago. At the time, he just thought it was purple and liked it better, so he took it back. Only later did he realize that it was purple.
The knife was extremely sharp, cutting through iron like clay. I knew I had found a treasure at that time, and I didn’t know where those tomb robbers got it from.
"If you agree, I will trade the entire nightclub with you..." Han Luo's eyes were extremely vicious, and he saw the extraordinary value of such a sword. A good sword is a priceless treasure. What does a small nightclub mean?
"Haha, this nightclub belongs to me, why should I change it?" Zifeng sneered, but once again rushed towards Han Luo, the scimitar in his hand glowed with bursts of purple light.
It was so dazzling in the lobby that the waiters, bar girls, and the coquettish lobby manager standing far behind were all staring at all this with their mouths open, as if they were watching a martial arts movie.
Facing the roaring Zifeng, the man in black did not dare to be careless. He kept retreating and grabbed the watermelon knife in the hand of a younger brother and blocked it towards Zifeng, although he knew that this machete may not be able to withstand that machete.
It was a purple scimitar, but at least it had a buffer, right? However, at this moment, another sharp sound broke through the air.
"Get down..." The man in black instinctively thought of the bullet and hurriedly said to Han Luo. Unfortunately, a bright knife light flashed in the void, and a bright knife passed by and stabbed fiercely.
His chest, and the scimitar in Zifeng's hand was also slashed at this time. The man in black, who had no time to react, could only watch his head and body separate, and a fountain of blood shot out, spraying Zifeng.
All over the body.
Han Luo was stunned. This was a super expert he hired with a lot of money. Why did he die like this? Before he could react, Zifeng's figure had already rushed over. Wherever he went, blood spattered and pieces of flesh were scattered.
Heng Fei, no one could withstand his blow. Han Luo knew that if he didn't take action at this time, he would never have a chance again, but he couldn't carry his Yanyue Sword often, so he could only snatch the machete of a younger brother and pounce on it.
When Zifeng hit Zifeng, another blade of light flashed through, piercing Han Luo's arm holding the knife along Zifeng's side. Han Luo's arm hurt, and he couldn't hold the machete in his hand, and the curved knife in Zifeng's hand
The knife also fell as if it was beheading the man in black.
Is he going to die now? Han Luo seemed to see the scene of blood spraying, but this time it was his own blood. He couldn't help but think of his two sons and a daughter, and the one he owed so much to.
If my wife dies, can they still survive?
However, Zifeng's scimitar did not cut down as before, but was placed coldly on Han Luo's neck. A cold and slightly crazy voice sounded from Zifeng's mouth: "Stop it, your boss."
It has fallen into our hands..."
While speaking, Ye Xingchen swayed out from behind with a cleansing bottle of Honghe in his mouth. The nightclub staff looked at him as if they were seeing a devil.
As for Han Luo's other subordinates, they all dared to move. They stopped their movements one by one, stepped aside, and looked warily at Zifeng and Ye Xingchen, who were walking slowly.
"Are you Ye Xingchen?" Han Luo exclaimed when he saw Ye Xingchen. At this moment, he already believed that all this was arranged by this young man, and there was a huge wave in his heart. A young man less than 18 years old
, he is so powerful, what will he look like if he waits for a few more years to grow up?
"Zifeng, I seem to have seen this guy's method somewhere before, but I can't remember it. What about you?" Ye Xingchen ignored Han Luo, but pointed at the man in black on the ground and said, this is going to cost him and
The guy Zifeng teamed up to kill was no ordinary guy.