Under the darkness of the night, several black-clothed men looked at each other, and finally set their eyes on Zhang Biao, who was the leader.

Zhang Biao squinted slightly, staring at the black-robed young man's body with his eyes, feeling the momentum as sharp as a knife, and his pupils gradually shrank.

"Just a low roar directly shocks people away?"

"This black-robed young man, could it be that he is a martial artist?"

Zhang Biao secretly guessed in his heart.

You must know that these black-clothed men are all retired special forces, and everyone has been tempered a lot, but they are not comparable to those hooligans.

However, despite this, in front of this black-robed young man, he was not the enemy of his move.

There was also a strange blood-colored pupil, piercing the darkness like a sharp sword, and the terrifying momentum that erupted at that moment was only felt by Zhang Biao in the Sun family's offerings.

This terrifying power is no longer something that ordinary people can have.

This black-robed young man is definitely a martial artist, and he is estimated to be a well-known powerhouse in the martial arts world!

Thinking like this, Zhang Biao's eyes when he looked at Qin Feng became respectful.

He waved his hand slightly, causing the other black-clothed men to retreat, took a step towards the black-robed youth, bowed, and said:

"Senior, we didn't mean to offend and disturb the cultivation of our seniors, and I hope that our seniors will forgive us. ”

The voice was full of respect, and as soon as the words fell, Zhang Biao bowed to the black-robed young man again, and several black-clothed men behind him also bowed down.

On the side, Luo Qingcheng had already come out of the sports car at some point, and looked at the eyes of the black-robed young man, his eyes were shining.

She is not an ordinary person, she is the eldest lady of the Luo family in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and the president of Wuzhou Allure Group, although the relationship with her family is not harmonious, but she is not ignorant of the martial arts world above the world.

Martial artists are definitely otherworldly beings for ordinary people.

"If she can get the help of this black-robed young man this time, maybe she can get out tonight. ”

Luo Chengcheng's brows moved slightly, and he suddenly bowed down to the young man, and said respectfully: "Senior, Allure is persecuted by these people, and I hope that the seniors can come to the rescue, Allure is grateful!"

Not far away, Zhang Biao glanced at Luo Qingcheng without a trace, and his gloomy eyes were full of cold Senran.

At this time,

The black-robed young man also stood up, his messy long hair casually draped over the back of his head and shoulders, and his ink-colored ancient Hanfu was embroidered with weird red stripes, as if he had traveled from ancient times.

The momentum exuded by his body is like a mountain galaxy, deep and boundless, a pair of eyes are like a universe, ancient wells without waves, without any emotional color, people can't help but fall into it at a glance.

The black-robed young man glanced at Luo Qingcheng, but he no longer looked at her, and then looked at Zhang Biao and the others with an indifferent expression.

"Ten seconds, disappear from my eyes!"

An indifferent voice spat out of his mouth, as if it were from the emperor's will, and there was no question.

Zhang Biao noticed the unkindness in the young man's words, and his face was a little ugly, he got up and looked at the black-robed young man, and said in a deep voice:

"Senior, we are from the Sun family, we want to take this woman away, and please forgive me, don't embarrass me. ”

"Seven seconds left!"

The black-robed young man looked sad or joyless, without the slightest ripple, just quietly looked at Zhang Biao and the others, and spoke indifferently.

"You~"

Zhang Biao looked at the black-robed young man in front of him, only to feel a raging anger rising from the bottom of his heart, and boundless coldness in the depths of his pupils.

"Even if the strength of the predecessors is terrifying, but my Sun family is not easy to mess with, the Sun family is the first family in Wuzhou, and several are also well-known powerhouses in the martial arts world. ”

"Aren't the seniors afraid of retaliation from my grandson's family?"

A gloomy voice came out of Zhang Biao's mouth, making Luo Qingcheng's heart tremble slightly.

The Sun family, it's really not easy to mess with!

However, when he heard Zhang Biao's threatening words, the black-robed young man suddenly laughed.

That smile, so evil, so weird, so cold and arrogant.

"The first family in Wuzhou?"

"A well-known powerhouse in the martial arts world?"

"Revenge?"

The black-robed young man muttered to himself, the smile on the corner of his mouth became richer and richer, more and more weird and evil, and his eyes were even more shivering with a little red light.

He walked slowly, slowly approaching Zhang Biao and the others, the evil aura in his body became more and more intense, looked at them indifferently, and said:

"Family, strong, what can I do?

"Ten seconds is up now!"

"How do you want to die?"

The voice was extremely cold, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees at this moment, making Zhang Biao and the others tremble suddenly.

"Senior, do you really want to be the enemy of my Sun family?"

Zhang Biao said, and the hand behind him made a very hidden movement, and several black-clothed men moved with it.

"Click, click, click!"

Several pistol loading sounds sounded one after another, and between the lightning and flint, the muzzle of the black hole hole had already pointed at the head of the black-robed young man from all directions.

The wind rises, the clouds move, and the killing intent is strong!

Zhang Biao looked at the black-robed young man with a cold expression, with a slightly cold arc at the corner of his mouth, and said loudly:

"Senior, why bother me with waiting?"

"Even if you are profound, we are not easy to mess with, and if you don't die, you will definitely not be able to get out safely. ”

"As long as you leave now, nothing will happen to me tonight!"

As soon as the words fell, he waved his hand, and the black-clothed men around him got out of the way.

At this time, Luo Qingcheng almost held his breath, and even his heart was raised, his beautiful eyes flickered as he looked at the indifferent figure, and he kept praying in his heart.

Under everyone's sight, the black-robed young man stood with his hands in his hands, there was no sadness or joy in his expression, his eyes as deep as the starry sky swept the muzzle of the surrounding black hole, the corners of his mouth flashed with a touch of evil arc, and he looked at Zhang Biao again, and said quietly:

"Believe it or not, the next second after they shoot, you're going to see their brains!"

"Bang!"

"Red, white, spray one!"

His voice was full of strange feelings, which made several black-clothed men around him tremble.

And Zhang Biao's expression became even colder.

"Humph!"

"I'd like to see what else you can do. ”

He opened his mouth in a cold voice, looking at the black-robed young man's eyes as if he was looking at a dead man, and suddenly waved his hand.

"Shoot!"

With Zhang Biao's order, the gunfire exploded in an instant, tongues of fire gushed out, and countless golden bullets shot towards the black-robed young man like deadly sickles.

Luo Qingcheng looked at this scene with a worried expression.

And Zhang Biao's face was full of gloomy sneers, and he almost imagined in his mind that this black-robed young man was beaten into a sieve, bleeding nonstop, and his face was full of fear.

But immediately, everyone was stunned by what happened next.

I saw that the countless metal bullets were all fixed in the air one meter away from the black-robed young man's body, as if they had been frozen by some invisible force.

In a flash

Zhang Biao's face changed greatly, his pupils shrank sharply, his heart almost stopped, and he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, gradually permeating his whole body, filling every cell of him.

Cold sweat, pouring down from the forehead like soybeans!

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