Seeing that the big knife was about to be cut down, Wang Tenglong closed his eyes suddenly, he was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

Death seems so long at this moment.

Even, he recalled the past.

But just when he was ready to die, he suddenly heard a sonorous trembling sound, and the war knife that was supposed to be cut at his neck suddenly deviated from the direction and trajectory of the cut, and slammed on the ground.

At this moment, Wang Tenglong suddenly opened his eyes and saw Zhao Minghu's expression of disbelief.

On the edge of his sword, for some reason, there was an extra gap the size of two thumbs.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Minghu stopped drinking, his unbelievable eyes instantly became cold, he looked in one direction suddenly, Wang Tenglong also hurriedly looked, and saw that there was an additional figure at the staircase at the upstairs of the unfinished building.

It was a man, a man he had a relationship with, a man who had given him a card, a card with a phone number on it.

I saw the man's hand tossing upward, and a stone floated up and down, up and down.

Could it be that the living hole on the war knife in Zhao Minghu's hand was beaten out by the stone?

How much force is that?

No matter how you look at it, the war knife looks like the product of a thousand hammers, how can a stone break through it?

Just when this thought just arose, a fierce color flashed in Zhao Minghu's eyes, he raised his war knife and slashed at Wang Tenglong's neck again, and in this short moment, Wang Tenglong saw Tang Zhan's hand grab the stone violently, and then flick his fingers, the stone was like a flying bullet, and with a sonorous sound, it hit the blade of the war knife again with great precision.

In an instant, Zhao Minghu's hand trembled, and the direction in which the blade fell changed again, and the huge force made it impossible for him to cut the knife down according to the trajectory he wanted.

Then I heard a bang, and the sword fell to the ground, and suddenly sparks flew everywhere, and the war knife did not survive this time, and at the moment when the blade stood on the ground, because the stone broke through the blade again, the front end of the war knife cracked in an instant, and then a blade flew up directly and landed on the ground not far away, making a clangling sound.

Wang Tenglong was stunned, is that still human power?

A stone that pierces a rigid blade?

Is that still a stone?

Bullets don't have that much destructive power, do they?

Zhao Minghu's younger brothers all stood up and stared at Tang Zhan with a wary expression.

The corners of Zhao Minghu's mouth twitched twice, this war knife has followed him for many years, and even human bones can be easily chopped, but today it was broken by a person with two stones?

"Who are you?"

Zhao Minghu glared, at this moment, he no longer had the ease he had before.

The look of shock flashed in his eyes, and he shouted at Tang Zhan and asked.

Tang Zhan bent down and splashed another stone from the ground, he threw it upwards and walked slowly in his direction.

"The person you want to kill, I'll protect it, if you don't want to die, get out of it immediately!"

Tang Zhan's expression was indifferent, but the words he said were full of warnings.

If it weren't for the scene just now, if he said something like this, I am afraid that Zhao Minghu would have laughed for a while.

But now, Zhao Minghu's brows are tightly furrowed.

Because of the experience just now, Tang Zhan gave him a great sense of oppression.

"Boy, this person took my things, that thing is priceless, do I want his life, can't I?" Zhao Minghu asked with a gloomy face, staring at Tang Zhan.

The corners of Tang Zhan's mouth hooked, and he smiled playfully: "Are you sure that thing is really yours?"

In a word, Zhao Minghu's expression was stunned. He said with a cold face, "What do you mean?"

"The simple meaning is to get out of here with these men of yours, and I can act as if this incident didn't happen. If you are entangled, your fate will be like the blade in your hand, destined to break!"

Tang Zhan said as he pointed to the broken blade in Zhao Minghu's hand, but his words made Zhao Minghu's eyes appear a fierce color.

"Lao Tzu has been mixed up for so many years, and no one has ever dared to talk to Lao Tzu like this. Zhao Minghu held the broken blade in his hand, pointed at Tang Zhan, his eyes were cold, and he said with undisguised killing intent.

And his little brother also quickly moved closer to him, and some people walked quickly to the staircase behind Tang Zhan, obviously they wanted to leave Tang Zhan behind.

And Tang Zhan was not afraid when he saw this scene, he smiled faintly and said, "Then you have met it today!"

As he spoke, he stopped suddenly, put one hand behind his back, stared at Zhao Minghu with a pair of eyes and said, "I can see that you are also a practitioner, this is your basis, am I right?"

Asking this sentence, Tang Zhan took two steps forward again, and then stopped again.

Zhao Minghu's eyes were cold, and he snorted with his nose: "You are very eye-catching!"

"The distance between you and me is less than thirteen meters, and with my speed, in a second, I can rush in front of you. If you want to kill him, it will take at least two seconds from the time you raise the knife to the time you cut it down, and the remaining one second, I have at least three ways to throw you off the third floor. ”

Speaking of this, Tang Zhan took another step forward, threw the stone in his hand upward, and said at the same time: "And these subordinates of yours have no ability to stop me at all, if you don't believe it, you can try!"

On the third floor, you may not be able to fall to death, but you can definitely break your leg.

The stone fell into Tang Zhan's hands, and Tang Zhan had already taken two steps forward.

"Now, there are less than eleven meters left between you and me, and I can use this stone to pierce your blade with this stone, so now, this stone can pierce your head the moment you raise the knife, you, do you want to give it a try?"

Tang Zhan pinched the stone in his hand, stared at Zhao Minghu's eyes with a pair of eyes, and the words he said were very threatening.

The corners of Zhao Minghu's mouth twitched suddenly.

Two stones pierced through his blade, and now at such a distance, he had no doubt that the stones in Tang Zhan's hand could kill him.

At this moment, on the third floor of the unfinished building, the atmosphere was depressed to a certain extent.

Zhao Minghu didn't answer, and even the hand holding the handle of the knife was sweating.

In front of him, Wang Tenglong, who was leaning against the windowsill, could kill him as long as he wielded a knife.

But now, he's gambling with his life.

But just admit it?

This does not correspond to his character.

But gambling with your own life?

This made Zhao Minghu poke his teeth and flowers.

At this moment, he seemed to be riding a tiger, and his face turned iron-blue.

And Wang Tenglong, who was leaning in front of the window, rolled his throat, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a grunt, and a drop of cold sweat slipped down his cheeks and fell to the ground with a click, which was clearly audible.