Yang Lei didn't dare to be careless, once the man in front of him and the three people in the video were the same kind of people, then the other party's punch would have a terrible three hundred catties.

Qi out of the dantian, through his right hand, his hand clenched into a fist, Yang Lei snorted coldly, and blasted out with a punch.

Between the fire and lightning, the two fists collided like two planets together, making a dull sound, like rolling thunder.

Immediately, I saw Yang Lei and the dead man all taking a few steps back.

It's so strong.

Yang Lei secretly said in his heart, and when he punched down, he felt that his right hand and arm were slightly numb.

This is the strongest opponent Yang Lei encountered when he returned to Jianghai.

Not to be underestimated.

A trace of shock flashed in the dead man's eyes, he didn't expect the little white face in front of him to be able to take his punch.

With this punch, he almost used his strongest strength, in order to blast a bloody hole in Yang Lei's body with one punch.

But the result was beyond his expectations.

"Who the hell are you?" The dead man's eyes turned cold, he glared at Yang Lei fiercely, and said coldly.

Yang Lei's eyes were cold, and he said coldly:

"Last night, the intestines of the Yama Hall were smashed and the people of the Yama Hall were killed, you guys did it, right?"

The dead man frowned slightly, his pupils shrunk, he didn't expect Yang Lei to ask such a question.

"Are you from the Yama Temple?" The dead man asked with a frown, his eyes grim.

Yang Lei's body suddenly burst out with today's murderous aura, and his eyes were cold, like a Shura who walked out of the Nine Shadows.

"It seems that it's really you, and it's really a good thing done by Hongjiang Pavilion."

Yang Lei's face showed a trace of hideousness, and he said fiercely:

"Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you today."

The dead man was taken aback by Yang Lei's momentum, he knew that the young man opposite was a master who was not weaker than the werewolf Poke.

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it." The dead man snorted coldly, pounced on Yang Lei, and threw another punch.

Avenge.

Yang Lei wants to kill these mutated mongrels ~ to avenge the death of the Yama Palace.

At this moment, Yang Lei is like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

When the dead man's fist was about to smash into his chest, Yang Lei's feet moved, and his body disappeared from the spot with a thud.

The dead man's punch missed.

When the dead man reacted, Yang Lei stood behind him.

"I have to say that after being improved, your strength is indeed very strong, but the speed has not improved much."

Yang Lei's cold voice sounded.

The dead man turned around, staring at Yang Lei with extremely vicious eyes.

"You, you even know that I have been improved?" The dead man asked fiercely.

It seems that Zhang Qingqing is right, the man in front of him must have been injected with the mutilated genetic medicine developed by Area 51 to become so powerful.

Li Hongjiang, Hongjiang Pavilion, dared to cooperate with the United States and look for death!

Yang Lei's heart was furious, his eyes were cold and scary, and he was full of murderous aura.

Yang Lei's wrist flew over, and he saw an incomparably sharp flying knife flying out of his hand.

The sharp throwing knife glowed with coldness, and shot at the dead man with a roar.

The dead man reacted quickly, and when he saw something flying towards him, he jumped to the side violently.

With a bang, the knife shot into the wall.

The dead man broke out in a cold sweat, what a terrible throwing knife.

Yang Lei snorted coldly, not giving the other party a chance to breathe, and when he flipped his wrist, he saw a flying knife with a cold handle shooting towards the other party like a rain of swords.

The speed of the flying knife is staggering, like a divine thunder from the sky, so fast that you can dodge the first one, but you can't dodge the second one.

There will be a divine thunder that can kill you.

Yang Lei's flying knife is like forming a net of divine thunder.

No matter how the dead man escaped, even if he could dodge the second throwing knife, then he couldn't dodge the fourth and fifth.

One shot at the dead man's lower abdomen, and the other in the heart of his chest.

Zhang Qingqing said that the heart may be the weakest point of these monsters, which is their lifeblood.

The flying knife inserted in the chest of the dead man strongly verified Zhang Qingqing's guess.

When the flying knife pierced the dead man's heart, the dead man spurted out a large mouthful of blood, his speed was greatly reduced in an instant, and his body shook.

Without Yang Lei's continued attack, the dead man fell to the ground with a trace of horror and unwillingness.

Looking at the dead man who fell to the ground, the anger in Yang Lei's heart did not disappear at all, and the hatred did not decrease.

Hongjiang Pavilion, Yang Lei originally wanted this Jianghai force to exist for a few more days.

Now it seems that he was wrong in the first place.

The reason why Li Hongjiang didn't dare to retaliate against Yan Luodian before was that he was afraid of him Yang Lei.

Now that Hongjiang Pavilion has a few soldiers who have been transformed, Li Hongjiang feels that the capital is abundant, and this is to settle the new accounts and old accounts together.

Since this is the case, Yang Lei does not need to be polite to the Yama Palace.

Yang Lei dialed Chang Sheng's phone, and after getting through, he said coldly:

"Get out of here."

After a while, Chang Sheng ran down from the second floor in fear, drenched in sweat.

When Chang Sheng saw the dead man lying on the ground, he let out a sigh of relief, and the fear on his face disappeared.

"Mr. Yang, thank you for saving your life." Chang Sheng looked at Yang Lei, whose face was cold and ugly, and thanked him cautiously.

Yang Lei turned his head to look at Chang Sheng, his eyes were cold, and then he shivered, like falling into an ice cave, and his body trembled with fright.

"Mr. Yang, who are you?" Chang Sheng's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his heart instantly rose to his throat again.

Yang Lei's eyes were cold, he glared at Chang Sheng, and snorted coldly:

"You know in advance about these people's attack on the Yama Temple last night."

After hearing this, Chang Sheng frowned, knowing that Yang Lei had misunderstood him.

At that moment, Chang Sheng shook his head and said eagerly:

"Mr. Yang, I really don't know what happened last night, I also woke up early in the morning and my subordinates told me."

"I was going to call you when something so big happened."

"But, who knew that Li Hongjiang's ruthless old thing sent a dead soldier to come."

Chang Sheng's eyes were full of hatred, his eyes were red and he cried through gritted teeth:

"My wife and children were killed by his dead soldiers."

Dead?

Yang Lei's frowning brows stretched, Chang Sheng was not lying to him.

It seems that the Hongjiang Pavilion's retaliation against the Yama Hall last night was done by Li Hongjiang alone.

"You just said that this person is Li Hongjiang's dead soldier?" The coldness of Yang Lei's face weakened a little, looked at Chang Sheng, and asked.

Chang Sheng still had a strong hatred in his eyes, and nodded:

"Yes, Li Hongjiang has cultivated eight dead soldiers under his hands.

These eight people can kill people and set fires and dare to do anything, and they can be described as Li Hongjiang's real henchmen and a butcher's knife in his hand. ”

Eight people.

Yang Lei's eyes narrowed, and a cold glow appeared, it seemed that Li Hongjiang was cooperating with the CIA to transform his eight dead soldiers.

What a Hongjiang Pavilion, a good Li Hongjiang, if you dare to kill me, then I don't need to be polite.

(End of chapter)