"Who's next?"

Wang Yong's gaze was like a knife, sweeping over the remaining axe hands outside.

For a while, the axe hand who was surging with blood and qi actually had the illusion that his qi and blood were frozen in nine cold days.

Only those who have really experienced many battles can understand that it is the legendary killing intent.

Kill those who have red eyes, and see that everyone will die. When a living person is targeted by him, it is like being struck by evil, and the cowardly can be scared out of illness.

Wang Yong is in this state now.

Seeing that no one dared to step forward, Wang Yong laughed and said, "Since you don't dare to go up, then let Su Rui get out! If you have the courage to intercept and kill Lao Tzu, don't you have the courage to show up?"

The axe men looked at each other, but they didn't expect Wang Yong to guess the mastermind behind the scenes.

While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a low and dark laugh, and then he saw a tall and thin young man come out of the dark corner.

It's Suri.

Su Rui walked behind a dry axe and stood still, looking at Wang Yong through the crowd, with a sinister smile on his face.

"Why?

"Sure enough, it's you! I guess there's that Li Deli, right?" Wang Yong exhaled heavily.

The breath was like a sword, spurting straight out in the air, rattling.

If you hadn't seen my master practice, I would have thought you were the number one master in this Tiantai. Unexpectedly, my sister was lucky enough to meet such a master as you. It's a pity that no matter how powerful the master is, this is the end of it, and today next year will be your death day!" Su Rui was taken aback, and then said coldly.

"That's exactly what I want to say. Do you know why I'm calling you out, because that's how I can slaughter you!"

As soon as Wang Yong's words fell, his right foot kicked at the bottom of the barrel of the pestle, and he saw a large gun more than two meters long suddenly bounce up and was held in the air by Wang Yong.

Grabbing the tail of the gun with one hand, the big gun stood straight in the air, not moving at all.

This is the real kung fu on the big gun.

But Wang Yong is nothing, Wang Yong once saw an old man in his seventies, playing with a gun more than four meters long, the barrel of the gun was held diagonally in the air, and the tip of the gun four meters away did not even tremble. What is the state of power in this hand?

As the saying goes, "the middle flat gun, the king of the gun, the middle point is the most difficult to defend", the real gun kung fu, there is no bit of fancy, it is a simple flat stab.

The gun pierced a line and pierced it straight. Its route is the shortest, fast and powerful, and has the tendency of 'going like an arrow'. Make it impossible to prevent. In addition, because the gun attacks from the middle, the opponent's weapon must be crossed with the pole to prevent it from being opened, which not only relatively shortens the length of the weapon, but also facilitates the defensive counterattack of the gun. Among all the gun moves, this point is the highest level of direct stabbing knowledge, its move line is short, and fast and powerful, the upper pick can take the head, the lower stab can be used to work the legs, and there is a whip gun to sweep, it is simply a shot to break ten thousand methods.

The flat gun that Wang Yong is holding now is like this.

Su Rui's face changed slightly, he had practiced with a famous teacher, so he naturally saw that Wang Yong was extraordinary.

Barely calming down, seeing that the axe men around him hesitated, as if he was afraid, Su Rui gritted his teeth and took out a wad of banknotes from his arms.

A bang was sprinkled into the crowd, and banknotes flew all over the sky.

"The boss said, kill him today, and add another 20,000 yuan to each person! Hack his dead, give an extra 50,000! These small sums should be used as tips for the brothers!"

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward, and the red notice ticket flew in front of him, plus the additional bounty of 50,000 yuan, which suddenly made the eyes of the axemen change.

Since ancient times, they died for money, and with the power of money, even a few axemen whined and rushed forward.

The axe in his hand was chopped off on the head, trying to make a surprise attack.

Wang Yongke has been on guard, how could he be cut down. As soon as the spear flickered, the tip of the spear poked into the chopping axe. When the axe is picked up on the handle of the axe, the axe hand holding the axe can't hold it, and the axe is picked off at once.

That's the provocation of the big gun. The older generation of gun masters can directly pick up a small car with an ash pole, and that kind of kung fu is simply breathtaking.

Wang Yong definitely can't do it at the moment, all he can do is to pick up the weapons in the opponent's hand.

The axe man is gone, and the axe man wants to retreat when he lands.

Wang Yong burst out of his nostrils with a cold snort, and the tip of the spear pierced directly into the axe.

Even if the iron spear didn't strike, under the urging of Wang Yong's huge power, the tip of the spear still pierced the axeman's stomach.

The axe-man looked at the barrel of the gun that had pierced his stomach, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Rumble!

Wang Yong didn't give him time to make his last words at all, and suddenly strengthened his wrist, directly picking up the body of the axeman.

With one throw and one throw, the axeman's body was smashed out as a hidden weapon.

Frightened, the people behind them all retreated.

And Wang Yong took this opportunity to connect the tips of the gun, and there was no retraction of the arm at all, but the big gun seemed to have its own engine, and every blow burst out with huge power. Anyone who is hit by a big gun will have an extra blood hole on his body, or his sternum will be shattered with a click and he will fall to the ground.

In ancient times, generals rode horses to kill people, which was Wang Yong's method. With a waist hip stabbing gun, with the waist as the axis, the backhand pistol just charges the forehand, and the forehand gun also just charges the backhand. So it's always on the offensive, and not a single shot is back on the defensive. And the enemy, under this non-stop attack, did not escape a single shot.

Wang Yong's guns were like a rain of rain, endlessly. With the sudden advance of the body, the power on the barrel of the gun is increased. Wang Yong didn't have a war horse under his crotch, so he could only borrow the power of his feet to complete the charge.

Grabbed a person and slammed forward, and saw a row of people falling to the ground like sugar gourds. Pulled out the gun and smashed it directly, and a row of people were smashed and screamed.

The sharp axe was completely furnished in front of the big gun. The barrel of the gun, which is more than two meters long, has become a barrier between the two. No matter how much the axe men attacked, they couldn't break through the two-meter defense.

Anyone who crossed a little bit was either knocked down by Wang Yong with a shot, or was hit by Wang Yong's backhand and vomited blood.

Wang Yong seemed to have become a killing god, and he was terrified to kill more than a dozen axemen, and retreated in unison.

The general's temple has completely become Wang Yong's home field, and the narrow temple gate prevents the possibility of the axeman's flank attack, but Wang Yong stretches out a big gun from the temple gate and wantonly slaughters everyone who approaches.

Suri's face turned extremely ugly.

Originally, he thought that finding so many people to deal with Wang Yong would be like eating, and the battle would end in minutes.

Who knows or underestimates Wang Yong's combat effectiveness, this guy is like a natural hunter who knows how to take advantage of all the changes on the spot. This group of elite axemen anywhere has become a local chicken and tile dog in front of Wang Yong, and the chicken and dog that were killed by a big gun jumped, and lost their armor.

"Damn, a bunch of rubbish!" Su Rui cursed, a cruel look in his eyes.

I saw him quietly step forward, shouting in his mouth: "He's bored!

While stretching out his hands, he pushed hard in the last row.

A group of axe men were suddenly pushed forward, hitting one by one, forming a chain reaction, surging towards Wang Yong like a tide.

In addition, Su Rui's shouting made many people believe it to be true, and they began to take the initiative to move forward, which further intensified this crowd.

It's like a stampede, even if someone is already dead in front of you and you want to stop. But the crowd behind you will still push you and force you to go forward, and you can't stop at all.

Wang Yong rushed forward and smashed the first few people to the ground with a sweep. Still can't stop the people behind from moving forward.

In the blink of an eye, the temple door was blocked, and the sound of bones breaking was drowned out by footsteps. Ignoring the danger of nearly crushing their wounded brother to death, the group of axemen finally broke through the temple gate and rushed in.

Being able to rush in seems to confirm Su Rui's sentence that Wang Yong has no strength, and the axe hand is like seeing the dawn of victory, and he is desperate to pile forward.

At this time, with a smile of conspiracy success, Su Rui made a gesture to Wang Yong to wipe his neck, and as soon as he turned around, he was about to leave the scene.

"Want to go?" Wang Yong's eyes burst out with murderous intent, and he glanced at the temple wall on one side.

With a sharp protrusion, the big gun slammed into the temple wall fiercely.

Boom!

Wang Yong hit it with all his strength, and the temple wall, which was already in disrepair, suddenly broke a big hole.

Dust and rubble fell, and half of the wall above the cave crumbled before it collapsed with a thud after a few seconds.

The axe hand who had just squeezed into the temple was hit by the wall, and he was instantly planted.

Hearing a loud noise behind him, Su Rui was stunned. Then I saw Wang Yong, who was holding a big gun and killing him.

"Not good!" Surie yelled, pulling his legs and running.

"Give me death!" Wang Yong snorted coldly, and threw the big gun in his hand.

I only heard the rumbling of the wind, and the heavy gun was comparable to a cannonball, flying towards Su Rui's heart.

If he was hit this time, Suri would definitely die on the spot.

In a hurry, Su Rui fell to the ground violently, and at the same time grabbed the bald leader with a broken calf with both hands and pushed it in front of him.

"You ......" The bald leader looked at Su Rui in amazement, and before he could say this word, he heard a pop, and was shot in the neck by a big gun, and the tip of the gun pierced through the neck, and it was more than half a meter before stopping.

Hiss!

Suri gasped, and his whole body trembled.

Shouted, "He's there!"

Get up and run.

The axe-maker, who was messing up into a pot of porridge, found that Wang Yong was already outside the temple gate.

was slightly stunned, and then chased and slashed.

"It's a pity that he ran away!" Wang Yong said hatefully.

But he didn't dare to chase anymore, so he got up and ran in the opposite direction.

Now that he has distanced himself from the axeman, why not run now?

At this time, it showed that the effect of Wang Yong's troop training was coming. Even after a hard battle, his foot strength was still much higher than that of those axe hands, and in the alley of a few hundred meters, Wang Yong ran to the end of the alley in an instant like a frightened rabbit.

Then I turned around and got onto the street with a lot of traffic.

A dry axe arrived three or four seconds late, and when he looked for Wang Yong again, he could only see Wang Yong's back shuttling in the traffic.

Not to mention whether they dare to chase them out, the passing traffic alone is a great obstacle. When a group of people pass through the traffic, I am afraid that there will be no trace of Wang Yong.

"Damn!" there were several angry scoldings in the crowd, all of them with unwilling looks on their faces.

After losing so many people, in the end Wang Yong ran away, how could they be willing? The key is that Wang Yong didn't do it, and he couldn't even get the money.

"What to do?" someone asked.

"No way, go back and clean up the scene first. As for the money, we folded so many brothers, and we didn't give a million hundred thousand funeral expenses and treatment expenses, how could we let go of the surname Su so easily!"

As the words fell, the axemen turned around and went back to clean up the scene. The blood and corpses all over the ground, if not cleaned up, will make headlines the next day. They don't want to stay in this city anymore, they can only die in the world.