Chapter 81 Fierce Shot

Tough!

Not only did the bodies of more than ten killers shook, but even Changkong, who was drinking porridge, had the corners of his mouth moved, and the hand holding the spoon trembled, Zhao Heng was stronger than he imagined, and he regretted the bet he made with Zhao Heng for the first time, perhaps, this kid is really an immortal god of war.

In the roar, Zhao Heng held up the blood-stained iron bar, and with the strength of the killing intent flowing in his veins, he rushed towards the killer leader who was ten steps away, although there were more than ten people on the other side, but Zhao Heng was not afraid, and the tremor that gushed out of his body made him become monstrous.

The wind and clouds change color.

It was a one-man charge, but the domineering, ferocious, fearless momentum felt like a lion tiger pounced on a flock of sheep, and a few killers who tried to get in the way were still thinking about advancing and retreating, and found themselves flying into the air, followed by the sound of bones cracking and great pain.

Boom!

Zhao Heng's speed was extremely fast like a cheetah pounced, the distance of ten steps was instantaneous, the iron bar in his hand was waving in mid-air, and several killers who wanted to shoot were all put down by him regardless of it, and Changkong found that Zhao Heng was cold at this moment, and there was an indescribable viciousness and ferocity.

"Perverted! But I like it! ”

He had already loaded the crystal spear head, and the hand holding the short spear became heavy, looking at Zhao Heng, who was invincible with murderous aura, he had to admit that if Zhao Heng had not fought against him before the war, Changkong could conclude that he was not even sure that he would be better than Zhao Heng.

Even now, Liu Zhaoyi is only seventy percent sure.

He sighed: "This kid is really not simple. ”

At this time, Zhao Heng had already knocked the two killers who gritted their teeth to the ground, both of them had their mouths torn by him, dripping with blood, shocking, and the encirclement built by the killers fell apart in Zhao Heng's impact, not to mention joining forces to besiege Zhao Heng, even resisting self-protection has become a myth.

He quickly rushed to the front of the killer leader, the latter's face changed drastically and subconsciously retreated, Zhao Heng rushed forward, and stabbed out the blood-stained iron bar at the dragon's head, the iron bar made a sharp whistling like a sharp arrow, and Zhao Heng's clothes were blown by the strong wind, rolling up like grass.

As an excellent killer, the leader naturally has his advantages, in the face of the unshakable Zhao Heng covered in blood, although he was a little dignified, but he still chose to face the battle without dodging, a thin knife flashed out of his hand, and a knife was slashed, wrapped in endless killing and anger.

"Dang!"

The thin knife slashed at the iron bar, making a crisp sound.

Iron is sharpened like clay, and the iron bar is cut off.

Zhao Heng's body shrank, allowing the sharp tip of the knife to slash across his chest, and when a smear of blood splattered out of his chest, half of the iron bar in his hand was castrated and stabbed into the shoulder of the killer leader, and the huge momentum made the faces of the two people almost stick together, and their eyes widened at each other.

The frog eyes of the killer leader were so big that they were about to jump out of their sockets.

"Kill me? Neither weigh themselves. ”

As the pain drained his strength, Zhao Heng said word by word: "Since the iron bar in Zhao Heng's hand was stirring violently, the leader's eyes were almost full of shock, fear and disbelief, and he saw that his blood was like a spring, rolling out along the iron bar passing through his shoulder, and at the same time, his strength was still gone.

The killer leader didn't figure it out at the moment he fell:

How could Zhao Heng, who was young, be as terrifying as a fierce beast?

The rest of the killers were all stiff when they saw this, they wanted to throw away their weapons and surrender but didn't dare to take risks, who could guarantee that Zhao Heng would not move to surrender them? So after a few glances and thoughts, they finally pounced on Zhao Heng, but they soon fell to the ground with blood splashed in the thin knife that Zhao Heng snatched.

Zhao Heng didn't kill them, he just broke their muscles and veins indifferently, and replaced them with the rest of the unknown places, Zhao Heng would not hesitate to kill them to avoid future troubles, but now it is a prison, if he kills them in public, then no matter how powerful Master Ye is, it will be difficult to save himself.

Although there are loopholes in the laws of Huaguo, there are corrupt laws, but only the children of the powerful can drill them, and a powerless kid like him will only be used to sacrifice the sacred laws of Huaguo, so Zhao Heng will not be stupid enough to kill people in prison, and hitting them hard can also reduce the danger factor.

"Ahh

stepped out, a killer who went to pick up a knife broke his finger, and then Zhao Heng flew out and kicked him away, so far, there is no killer standing in the prison canteen, even the scar man They all pretended to be dead, Zhao Heng flicked the blood of the thin knife, and the blood instantly rained out.

With a tall figure, Zhao Heng is like a Shura.

"Good! It's time to fulfill our bet! ”

When Changkong saw that all the killers fell to the ground and had no combat effectiveness, he slapped the table and got up, although it was a bit embarrassing to attack Zhao Heng at this time, but Zhao Heng's fierceness made him appreciate it more and more, so Changkong had to defeat Zhao Heng no matter what, and put him under his banner to help him fight the world.

With Zhao Heng, who can match?

As soon as Liu Zhaoyi kicked the things around him, the dishes shattered, and the table weighing dozens of catties exploded instantly, flying like a peak and smashing at the door to block it, so that the prison guards who hit the door could not rush in, and the scar man had already fainted, so Changkong and Zhao Heng were left in the huge canteen.

"Come on!"

Zhao Heng stood with a horizontal sword: "However, if you lose, don't regret it." ”

Zhao Heng's face flickered and flickered under the light, and Changkong suddenly felt a kind of pressure, a kind of pressure that made his body cold as if facing a tiger that was about to pounce, his hair stood up violently, his right hand subconsciously clenched the short gun, and his eyes looked at Zhao Heng.

At this moment, he saw Zhao Heng raise his head and smile: "You will be my good brother." ”

The invisible pressure disappeared, just like a fierce beast retreated after letting out an unwilling roar, Zhao Heng's eyes in the light were as deep as a well, as if there was an inexplicable flame jumping and burning in it, but the smile on Zhao Heng's face was like a spring breeze, and he twisted his neck:

"Changkong, come on!"

I don't know when, the skylight was opened, why? Why did you feel that way just now?

He suddenly felt that Zhao Heng was very special, and his body naturally radiated a momentum that was not angry and mighty, but it was meaningless to think too much at the moment, and it was impossible to tear up the gambling contract, so Changkong took a deep breath, and put on an attack posture with a silver gun, this battle is related to the future of the two people.

Either he subdued Zhao Heng, or Zhao Heng took him.

"Fight!"

Changkong slowly raised the silver spear in his hand, and at the moment when his miserable white fingers and the cold spear body were gripped, he saw that the very ordinary prison clothes on his body shook slightly, and countless cold winds blowing in from outside the door were shattered into fine air currents, like misty fog and steam blown away.

Zhao Heng's body couldn't stop being shocked: what a domineering momentum.

When Liu Zhaoyi raised the sharp three-foot silver spear, he who seemed to be weak and couldn't help the wind suddenly became murderous, as if he had become another person, and the cold morning breeze at the door seemed to feel something, swaying and tilting silently to avoid, and no wisps floated in front of him.

The sky is like a god of war, standing with a spear horizontally.

Zhao Heng chuckled and pounced, but when he was close to three meters, his pupils contracted suddenly:

Clear and thin knife, sharp blade, straight to the long empty body, Zhao Heng suddenly out of the knife, the momentum is compelling, the world is dark, I thought that a knife can knock back the sky with a gun, who knows that the sky and the earth are dark, suddenly brightened, a dazzling light pierced the darkness, stabbed from mid-air.

It's time to shoot out of nowhere!

Guns roar through the air!

Three-foot silver gun, preemptively, straight to Zhao Heng!

The light was so bright that it pierced the darkness like lightning and struck the sky far away.

The air flow is stagnant! The tip of the spear pierced through the knife and stabbed in the shoulder!

Zhao Heng snorted, his feet were forced, he was in the air, and the thin knife was withdrawn horizontally, which had already blocked the light! When there was a loud bang, sparks shot out in the air, and the sky retreated against the wind, although his face was pale, but between the flashes of his body, there was an indescribable elegance and chic.

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