Like a night falcon, Zhao Junyu quietly stepped out of the window.

Fly straight up the hill, where the battlefield is.

Thunder and lightning, the rain is getting more and more intense, this is a good time to kill.

In the distance, more than a hundred people lined up in two rows, like two long dragons, quietly rushing towards the Yin family's villa.

Under the light of the flash of lightning, the night sky suddenly became as white as day, and the next second it was as dark as ink, and the actions of more than 100 masked black-clothed people were even more eerie and terrifying.

In a few breaths, Zhao Junyu was already close to a distance of more than 100 meters.

There was no nonsense, no hiding whereabouts, and with a long roar, Zhao Junyu jumped high.

In mid-air, a punch blasted out, and with a boom, the tyrannical fist power came out of the body, exploding in the crowd from top to bottom!

In the rumbling of thunder, this punch was even more powerful, not inferior to the power of the thunder and lightning that exploded in mid-air.

"Not good!" When Zhao Junyu jumped up, only a white-faced middle-aged man found him.

It was too late, and this punch instantly turned more than a dozen people in the front row into a blood mist, and there was no scum left.

At the same time, Zhao Junyu had already fallen and rushed into the crowd, like a tiger entering a flock.

I could hear the screams of the infiltrating people endlessly, and the figures were constantly being knocked away and thrown down, and the stumps and knives and guns kept flying.

The yellow-faced Mazi turned around in horror and looked at Zhao Junyu like a crazy harvester, harvesting the lives of his subordinates.

Within thirty seconds from Zhao Junyu's jump, dozens of people in the Black Dragon Gang had become mutilated corpses.

In mid-air, human organs such as severed limbs, internal organs, and exploding skulls continued to fall, and the rain of blood mixed with the heavy rain was simply hell on earth.

"Wow!" the yellow-faced pook crouched down and vomited, he had always been known for his ruthlessness in the road, but this scene had completely broken his nerves.

"Quick, keep your distance from him, shoot!" shouted the white-faced middle-aged man.

The remaining more than 60 people are the elite of the Black Dragon Gang, and they are red-eyed at the moment of life and death.

Zhao Junyu is like a Hot Wheels + meat grinder, and he can't allow them to think about it much.

I saw that more than 30 people pulled to the periphery, and more than a dozen of them picked up the submachine guns in their hands, and regardless of whether there were their own people within the range, they began to shoot wildly at the walking meat grinder in the field of vision.

The screams were incessant, and everyone was red-eyed.

The gunfire gradually stopped, and the terrifying figure in the heavy rain still stood indifferently on the ground, and everyone kept wiping the rain and blood on their faces, suspecting that something was wrong with their eyes.

Zhao Junyu smiled and spread his hands, and a large handful of bullets fell, which was like a demon reincarnated in front of everyone.

"Are you...... You're the devil!" cried out the yellow-faced asako in horror.

In fact, if Zhao Junyu had a flying sword in hand, there would be no need to be so bloody at all, as long as the sacrificial flying sword gently turned a few times, these people would be separated.

Or a few attack spells, etc., will solve the problem.

The reason why he used such a violent tactic similar to martial arts cultivation was because Zhao Junyu had the idea of keeping his hole cards in his mind the moment before he started, or he wanted to give people the illusion that he was an ancient martial artist, so as to uncover the truth about those hidden forces on the earth step by step.

Of course, the ancient martial artists on the earth, with what he saw, were far from being comparable to the martial cultivators of the cultivation realm.

One is the internal force of one's own practice, and the other is the true element transformed by the aura, which cannot be said to be the same.

And the distinction between immortal cultivation and martial cultivation actually only exists among low-priced cultivators, and there is basically no qualitative difference between high-level cultivators.

For example, among the great emperors of the human race, in addition to the Immortal Emperor, there is also the Martial Emperor, who destroys the stars and shatters the mountains and rivers with his fists.

Zhao Junyu's best friend Yuan Badao is a Martial Emperor, nicknamed Emperor Batian.

In addition, many powers are immortal arts, and martial arts are cultivated.

Zhao Junyu in his previous life was a fellow practitioner of Xianwu.

Of course, against these mortals, he only used a few low-level martial arts.

Zhao Junyu's smile remained unchanged, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and more than a dozen guns were immediately sucked by his hands, overlapping them together, and with a slight turn and pressure of his hands, more than a dozen submachine guns were immediately crumpled into a ball of scrap iron.

At this moment, a firelight as thick as a child's arm hit Zhao Junyu's door like lightning!

Zhao Junyu was surprised, there were other cultivators on this earth?

No, this is not a fireball technique, Zhao Junyu's body did not move, and he sacrificed a faint layer of true qi shield, and the firelight hit the shield and was instantly extinguished.

The power of this firelight is not very large, it is only equivalent to the fireball technique sent by the monks of the second or so layers of qi refining, but the speed is relatively fast.

Zhao Junyu is naturally not afraid.

"You're not an ancient warrior, you're also an alien!" the white-faced middle-aged man shouted in horror as he hid behind the crowd.

The flash of fire just now was sent by his sneak attack.

"Which family are you from?Why haven't I seen you, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings!" The white-faced middle-aged man looked at Zhao Junyu who came over, and generally shouted while frantically accumulating strength.

Zhao Junyu could feel a strange energy accumulating in this person's body, not internal force or true qi, but an energy that seemed to be spontaneously generated by the mutation of the body, weird!

Zhao Junyu frowned slightly, gave up the idea of killing him, and gently struck out the white-faced middle-aged man with a volley of palms, spurting blood wildly and fainting.

The quick knife cut through the mess, Zhao Junyu rushed into the crowd again, between a few ups and downs, the loud sound of fists hitting the flesh, screaming for mercy, the sound of broken bones was endless, and none of the remaining thirty black-clothed masked people were spared.

All these details are long to say, but in fact, from Zhao Junyu's first punch to killing everyone, it was less than five minutes.

On the other side, the yellow-faced pockmarks of the Black Dragon Gang were already frightened, he trembled and raised the sand eagle pistol in his hand, trembling and trying to pull the trigger, but he couldn't pull it, and the nervous trembling of his index finger kept calling.

He was already frightened, and Zhao Junyu's tyranny like a killing god had completely destroyed his psychological defense.

Zhao Junyu stepped forward and gently removed his pistol, "You...... If you dare to kill me, our Black Dragon Gang ....... Yellow-faced Mako's body trembled with extreme fear, and when he mentioned his notorious gang, Yellow-faced Mazi had some confidence again.

"Bang bang" Zhao Junyu slapped him twice with a bow left and right.

The yellow-faced pockmark suddenly had blood from his mouth and nose, his teeth were shattered, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

"Take me to your gang's headquarters, or you'll die a miserable death. Zhao Junyu smiled, this smile was not stingy for the yellow-faced Mazi as a demon from hell.

The yellow-faced pockmark immediately knelt down and kowtowed, like pounding garlic, and her swollen face was full of tears and snot mixed with blood and rain, which was disgusting to watch.

"Hero, don't kill me, I'll take you there, now the gang leader is waiting for news at the headquarters. Yellow-faced Mako cried.

Very good, Zhao Junyu slapped the yellow-faced pockmarks again, smashed the muddy ground on the mountain into a big pit with a few punches, swept the corpse with severed limbs and weapons into the pit with a few blows, and sent out a fireball technique, the raging fire burned in the deep pit, but the rain could not extinguish it.

Half an hour later, all traces of the battle were gone, and the dirt was swept back into the pit.

Zhao Junyu looked at his watch, it was already about two o'clock in the morning at this time, and there was enough time.

Zhao Junyu slapped the yellow-faced pockmark awake with one palm, one on each side of his hands, carrying the yellow-faced pockmark and the white-faced middle-aged man, and flew towards the headquarters of the Black Dragon Gang.