The riots in the hall continued.

Although someone quickly stabilized his feelings in the dark, he even took out his mobile phone and started to light it.

But the wind-breaking figures in the darkness, and the strange shouts, still frightened most people.

It was a terrorist attack.

Almost everyone began to be so frightened in their hearts.

No doubt.

After the terrible 1123 bombing, Hong Kong people are undoubtedly extremely fragile.

Such sudden darkness and panic reminded them of the rising black smoke and broken ruins of that night a few days ago.

Some had already wept bitterly, and others had the courage to cry out into the darkness.

But no one answered.

The beasts in the darkness are still wrestling.

The battle between Zeng Jingheng and Da K has entered a white-hot state.

When Da K fought so wildly that the hair on his whole body almost showed a whitish light, Zeng Jingheng also began to show his combat limits.

His muscle memory.

The experience of blood gained from the rampage killing, every inch of strength in his whole body, began to output in the most effective and powerful direction.

His body shape, movements, and attack posture have all entered the point of extreme precision, but also simple and effective.

This extreme improvement in combat awareness made Big K's attack a little confused.

He undoubtedly possessed great speed, great strength, and the claws that stretched out of his hands were also increased to even greater power.

But he actually couldn't keep up with Zeng Jingheng, his weird attack angle, the timing he chose.

Let him have a strong body, but he can't use it a little.

Zeng Jingheng was ruthless.

He can't afford to fail anymore.

So his whole person has subconsciously entered a state like a fighter jet.

He just wanted to knock down the man in front of him.

"You're not him." Zeng Jingheng almost subconsciously roared, and the dark snake behind him attacked as one, knocking down a big K who happened to be completely in the air with a wrong body and completely knocked it to the ground.

The person in front of him, this big k, is definitely not the person who was that night.

His fighting style, temperament, is not like it.

Vaguely, he seemed to understand something in his heart.

But before he could think about it, he continued to charge.

Because Ni Yongxiao is still in danger.

Ah He had also solved the miscellaneous fish that was blocking him at this time, and he and Zeng Jingheng rushed towards Ni Yongxiao side by side.

Along the way, I didn't encounter any other troubles.

And the big K who was knocked to the ground by Zeng Jingheng was angry and wanted to stand up, but he couldn't be reconciled.

And the damn clown masked guys, didn't they say they'd help themselves?

Why did one come out at a critical moment?

He barely bothered his body and raised his head, only to find the clowns who were supposed to rush up to intercept Zeng Jingheng at this time.

They were all lying on the ground.

And in the dark, a man wiped the small amount of blood on his hands with a clean handkerchief, and gracefully put on the freshly captured clown mask.

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To Zeng Jingheng's surprise, until they were about to rush out of the hotel, no one came to attack them again.

It seems that except for the big K, no one has a different heart for Ni Yongxiao?

"It looks like most of your subordinates are loyal to you." Zeng Jingheng said to Ni Yongxiao while opening the way.

And Ni Yongxiao, who was surrounded by everyone, had a somewhat gloomy face and didn't know what he was thinking.

The group quickly passed through the last passage and rushed outside.

Outside, in the darkness of the night, the rain still didn't stop.

And the battle in the rain continues.

After Yang Tian dodged Huang Shaotian's tenth bullet, he finally took out the Magnum improved version to counterattack.

Although he didn't fall behind for a while, Yang Tian knew that it was not a way to go on like this, because the other party had taken advantage of the ability to bleed, and as long as he was hit, he would be finished.

And calculate the time, Zeng Jingheng and they are about to come out, if he is also allowed to join the attack on Zeng Jingheng, it is very bad.

Thinking like this, Yang Tian changed another cover point, perceiving Huang Shaotian's position with his qi and blood, and suddenly shot again.

This shot was different from the previous ones, this time, at the moment when the bullet was activated, he was entangled in his own essence and blood.

As long as he was close to Huang Shaotian's left, then the wisp of essence blood that he could still control would instantly attack towards Huang Shaotian.

Although that bullet basically couldn't hit Huang Shaotian, that wisp of essence blood, Yang Tian was confident that Huang Shaotian would definitely suffer a loss.

After all, he has already practiced the ability to control his own blood to paint, to the point of being superb.

Despite this distance, the lethality may not be enough.

But it's enough to get closer.

Yang Tian controlled the timing, and when the bullet was about to pass by Huang Shaotian, he instantly exerted his strength.

The wisp of blood wrapped around the bullet immediately inserted into Huang Shaotian's skin like a needle.

This time the lethality was insufficient, Huang Shaotian only felt a slight stab in his neck, but he didn't care too much.

Instead, he once again relied on the trajectory of the bullet just now to find Yang Tian's position, ready to counterattack.

He didn't expect that Yang Tian had already started to cruise through his body with a trace of blood like a cow's hair.

Since I can't directly control your blood, then I will use my own blood to forcibly destroy your blood.

Yang Tian thought fiercely, his fingers jumped again like playing a piano, and at the same time, his eyebrows began to ache faintly.

Because after all, this is a remote control of one's own blood to attack others, and this kind of mental consumption is more than ten times more difficult than directly controlling other people's blood.

However, it worked.

"Ah......" Huang Shaotian was still looking for an opportunity to attack, but he suddenly felt that his tendons jumped, as if he couldn't control the gun in his hand.

Although it was only a momentary thing, it caused him to be extremely alert, and he instantly remembered the stinging pain in his neck just now.

Could it be ......

"Ahh

And in the distance, the corners of Yang Tian's mouth were also oozing blood.

The rain was heavier.

This battle in the night.

But it's just now, the beginning.

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It turned out that the huge bottleneck had not been overcome, and I pondered for half a year.

Still can't do it, so I'll reluctantly change the chapter first.

Slept.

Fight again tomorrow.