"Blood feud must be repaid with blood!"

When Long Zhan landed, he muttered these words in his mouth, like a bombshell, which exploded in Zhao Weidong's heart!

But then, Zhao Weidong saw the large and small knife wounds on Long Zhan's body, obviously, he had gone through a struggle upstairs, and because of the anger and force just now, the originally coagulated wound was bleeding again!

"Huh!" Zhao Weidong smiled at Long Zhan and said, "You just said Long Zhan? It seems that Yan Dakui's waste still hasn't been able to keep you, and he brags to me every day how amazing his Yan family's sword technique is, and it only hurts your flesh and skin! ”

Yan Dakui, like Zhao Weidong, is a mid-star martial artist, but what makes Zhao Weidong disdainful is that Yan Dakui's realm is forcibly plugged through genetic technology, without any precipitation and accumulation, so in Zhao Weidong's opinion, it is not worth mentioning!

But he could judge from the aura on Long Zhan's body that this kid was just a middle-rank martial artist, even if Yan Dakui was unbearable, he wouldn't lose to a yellow-mouthed kid who was almost a big realm behind him, right?

This made Yan Dakui couldn't help but be a little cautious, so he opened his mouth and said tentatively towards Long Zhan: "You are Long Zhan?" A middle-ranking martial artist was able to kill a middle-ranking master and cross the entire great realm? ”

Long Zhan didn't immediately reply to his words, on the contrary, he saw Long Zhan slowly stand up, and his eyes never looked at Han Xue lying on the ground, there were no tears in his eyes, some were just red, as if at that moment, these red eyes would definitely make this place a sea of blood!

Han Xue in front of him is his instructor, but also his aunt, if Mo Yun treats and cultivates him as his own son, then as a nephew, as a son, Long Zhan must seek justice for Han Xue, and this justice can only be repaid with the other party's life!

"To kill him, you don't need any supreme realm and martial arts, one bullet is enough!" When Long Zhan said this, his eyes suddenly turned and swept towards Zhao Weidong on the opposite side, at that moment, Zhao Weidong felt that this look was like a sharp knife against his neck, making him breathless!

This is momentum, but also murderous, this momentum no longer belongs to the category of martial arts, and the murderous aura displayed on his body, as if the young man in front of him was born a terrifying butcher, only to hear Long Zhan say in a sarcastic voice:

"But you're disappointed, he's smart, so he's alive!" When Long Zhan said this, his eyes suddenly constricted, and in his eyes like a sea of blood, his pupils suddenly emitted a fine light, as if it was a laser, and it was about to penetrate the opponent's body directly, only to hear Long Zhan continue:

"But today, you must die!"

When Zhao Weidong heard this, his eyes were suddenly stunned, but then, he smiled, and said with a disdainful smile on his face: "Kill me?" Is it by the realm of your status? Or with the gun in your hand? ”

Indeed, with the strength of Long Zhan, he could not be Zhao Weidong's opponent at all, as for the pistol and bullets, the three shots just now have confirmed Zhao Weidong's statement, even if Zhao Weidong was defenseless, Long Zhan's first shot was still easily dodged by him, as for the remaining two shots, Long Zhan didn't intend to hit the other party at all, just let him keep a certain safe distance from Situ Yu!

"Indeed, you are quite right!"

Long Zhan had to admit this fact, so he raised the gun in his hand, and then threw him in front of Situ Yu, his movements were very casual, casually making people mistakenly think that he was confident enough to be able to knock the other party down with his fists!

"Bang Bang ......"

It was the clenching of the fists of the dragon battle, and the friction between the knuckles, this sound, like the beating of the drum on the battlefield, opened the prelude to this battle!

"......"

Just listening to Long Zhan's shout, his whole person was like a sharp arrow, bursting out towards Zhao Weidong on the opposite side, and at the moment when his body moved, whether it was Situ Yu or Zhao Weidong on the opposite side, he suddenly had an illusion!

This illusion is like seeing the rain of blood scattered on Long Zhan's body, to be exact, it is a blood-colored robe made of blood and water! It turned him red, as red as a flame, and at that moment, they all had the illusion that it was a raging flame!

At that moment, because of the speed of the dragon battle, his entire figure was stretched very long, as if it was a flamboyant flying dragon, and the blood scattered on his body was like a flame wrapping around him, and the blood beads that were scattered backwards because of the speed of his body were also condensed into a blood-colored cloak by the torn space-time!

"God of War?" Situ Yu blurted out almost without thinking, but immediately after, he changed his words: "No, it's a war dragon, it's a fire war dragon." ”

This scene also made Zhao Weidong, who was originally full of confidence, stunned, his eyes were trembling, because the speed of the dragon battle, as well as the strength displayed when he stepped on the ground every time, was not the strength that a martial artist should have at all!

He knew very well that the release of a mid-status martial artist completely relied on his muscles and bones, so when a status-level martial artist performed his steps, the stones under his feet would crack inch by inch as if they had been hit by a hammer!

But with every step that Long Zhan took out, not only did the floor not crack, but on the contrary, it seemed to be burned by flames, and a black shadow formed above and below the trajectory of his movement!

It is well known that when the speed of an object reaches its limit, the friction between its surface and the air generates a huge amount of heat, which, with the assistance of combustibles, may even burn directly!

But Zhao Weidong knew very well that the dragon battle in front of him was a person, a living, flesh-and-blood person, no matter how fast his speed was, it would never be possible to reach this level beyond common sense, the only possibility was qi, as long as a warrior's qi reached almost the level of boiling steam, under the effect of speed and strength, such a situation would occur!

The resistance around Long Zhan was instantly burned, and a powerful thruster was pushing Long Zhan's body forward rapidly, like a blazing rocket!

"This ...... How is this possible? He's just a mid-star martial artist? Zhao Weidong muttered as he spoke, and his feet were already desperately retreating like cowardly rats and ants!

Zhao Weidong knew very well that a martial artist, even a talented martial artist, would never be able to generate qi in the realm of status, and even use his aura to achieve such a strong movement speed! Unless it's a martial arts master who is rare in a hundred years!

(End of chapter)