The Spirit Gun is stabbed!

This is the first powerful god-level weapon shown in the world, and what kind of powerful power it is immediately attracted everyone's attention. k update

Rumble!

The golden light on the body of the gun exploded, and countless golden lights condensed in front of the tip of the gun, projecting a huge gun shadow. The shadow of the gun instantly filled half of the large conference room, and where the gun passed, the ground broke open and the ceiling was torn.

"Ahh

Yan Benzheng didn't expect Zhang Feng to be so decisive and really do it! The last sentence was Yan Benzheng's instinct to move out of his previous superior attitude and find some dignity for himself.

Because when they came, they already knew what kind of attitude Zhang Feng was. Unless you can kill them, they will chase you to death like a grim reaper.

Yan Benzheng, the real root is Miao Hong! His grandfather and father both had prestige in the army and had connections.

He was born and grew up in superiority. He's been in a fight, and someone is covered! He has hurt people, and someone has settled it!

When he was sixteen years old, he pushed a classmate off the subway because he didn't agree with him, and laughed at his classmate dying in despair. For this reason, he was sent to the army by his family to sharpen his edge, and he also avoided re-education through labor and the death penalty.

He was not a second ancestor like Zhou Guigui, he had learned more in the army. But his family's prestige in the army allowed him to grow up and come into contact with people who were not as high as those high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

Yan Benzheng compares these people with ordinary people, and he becomes more and more disdainful of ordinary people. Because no matter how you look at it, I feel that ordinary people have no ambition, and he belongs to two circles.

No matter how hard ordinary people work, they can't change the identity of ordinary people.

Even now, after the world has changed, he still retains this attitude.

He also thought that no matter how angry ordinary people were, he was still an ordinary person. He forgot that his ancestors also came from ordinary backgrounds, and they also came from the ordinary.

For example, Zhang Feng, Yan Benzheng felt a trace of disdain in his heart when he saw the information of this young man from an ordinary background for the first time.

Kill Zhou Guigui, what does this have to do with him?

Jin Cheng killed the god, in his eyes, he was just a murderer at most.

However, Yan Benzheng has overlooked one thing - that is, killing people does not matter whether you are noble or low!

With the Spirit Gun in hand, the power of destruction automatically increases the Spirit Gun by one level.

All along, Zhang Feng wanted to know what kind of boost he would get when he had a god-level weapon in his hand.

The golden light on the gun body is dazzling, the golden rays are dazzling and dazzling, the battle spirit gun is upgraded independently, and all the attributes on the gun body are automatically doubled.

The power of this gun does not need to be increased to more than 100 million, and the combat power is as high as 80 million.

In the face of Yan Benzheng, who only has 65 million combat power, how can it be stopped by the gap in combat power of tens of millions.

"You dare to do it?" Yan Benzheng was stunned, he only thought it was a threat, but he didn't expect Zhang Feng to be real.

Yan Benzheng watched the shadow of the spear projected by the Battle Spirit Gun in front of him, and there was an extra shield in his hand, and the blue light on the shield flashed wildly, shattering the shadow of the gun.

"Rock Shield!"

Yan Benzheng's expression was fierce, and after the shield in his hand counterattacked the shadow of the gun, the earthy yellow light on it rose sharply.

"Zhang Feng, even if you have a skill like the God of War Blade on your War Spirit Gun, can you break through the absolute defense?" Yan Benzheng laughed wildly, and slashed down at Zhang Feng with a war knife in his right hand.

Rumble!

The light on the sword skyrocketed, and the terrifying power swung, and the terrifying strong current surged, shaking all the seats in the lobby open, and then shattering under the strong current.

At the same time, the war knife slashed at Zhang Feng's body, but it only played a dazzling golden light.

"Do you think you're the only one who has absolute defense?" Zhang Feng's figure didn't even shake, and he burst out with a shocking battle intent. …,

The power of the god of war - completely blocks physical damage in ten minutes.

Ten minutes of absolute defense is a nightmare for the enemy.

Especially when Zhang Feng still possessed the Immortal God Domain, he was the Immortal God of War.

Yan Benzheng's blow failed, and he slashed and bounced off the golden light.

Immediately afterwards, the golden light on the Battle Spirit Spear in Zhang Feng's hand was even more prosperous.

The blade of the god of war is launched, and within ten minutes, it completely ignores the physical defense and carries out a piercing attack, and even the boss can be ignored under the power of destruction, let alone people!

Even if there is absolute defense, this strongest shield blocks the piercing attack.

The effects of the strongest spear and the strongest shield cancel each other out, but Zhang Feng's combat power is still higher than Yan Benzheng's tens of millions.

Yan Benzheng's body was like an electric shock, crashed through the wall of the building, smashed a large hole in the shape of a human, and flew outside the building.

Rumble!

Zhang Feng chased out of the smashed hole, and the spear danced a ray of light and smashed Yan Benzheng into the ground.

Yan Benzheng is also not very human, and most of the skills on his body are advanced and powerful.

His body held up a piece of light, stood up from the ground, his eyes were bloody, and he shouted: "Zhang Feng, you are looking for death." ”

"Look for death. I'm going to see who is looking for death. Zhang Feng stepped out, and the battle spirit spear shot out again, and the power on the gun shook Yan Benzheng and strode backwards.

The difference between more than 10 million combat power is not small, plus the bondage and absorption skills on the shackles of war.

After several consecutive blows, the gap in combat power is already fatal.

Yan Benzheng didn't even have the strength to fight back.

"You can't even use the garbage of blood devouring and soul hunting, you're just a colonel, do you really think this is your world?" Zhang Feng swept Yan Benzheng out dozens of meters with one shot, followed up with a punch and said, "What are you arrogant in front of me?" You're a colonel, I'm a civilian, can you underestimate me? ”

Rumble!

The shield in Yan Benzheng's hand shattered, and the armor on his body began to crack.

He has absolute defense, but even if it comes according to time, it can't be compared with the god-level God of War Blade, and once the time passes, he can defend against Zhang Feng's attack.

Yan Benzheng lost 60% of his combat power, and he was as weak as a sick cat in front of Zhang Feng.

And Zhang Feng is getting taller and more terrifying.

"Without us civilians, you can be a colonel!" Zhang Feng was not polite, kicked Yan Benzheng to the ground, stepped on Yan Benzheng's face and sneered: "Colonel Yan, I don't know how you feel now?" ”

"Zhang Feng, you'll regret it." Yan Benzheng clenched his steel teeth and was stepped on in the face, this is the first time since he was a child.

"Regrets?" Zhang Feng smiled: "I remember that I said at the beginning that it was my business to regret it. But you will regret threatening me. ”

Zhang Feng's feet were strengthened, and the helmet that Yan Benzheng stepped on was deeply sunk into the ground, and the helmet began to make a "squeak" sound and deformed.

Yan Benzheng felt some pain in his head being squeezed by the deformed helmet, and finally began to be afraid.

At this moment, he thought of one thing!

Murderers can kill, even if you are superior and noble, but if you have flesh and blood, you will still die.

No matter how noble you are, no matter how disdainful you are for ordinary people, you will still be killed by ordinary people.

"Zhang Feng, you, you really want to kill me?" Yan Benzheng opened his mouth in a trembling voice, even if he was trampled underfoot, he couldn't let go of his noble identity to beg for mercy.

"I said you'd regret it, and that's it." Zhang Feng's answer was cold-blooded and ruthless, which was equivalent to the arrival of Yan Benzheng's death sentence.

"You, you can't kill me." Yan Benzheng listened to the cold voice, felt that the skull began to deform, and finally became afraid.

He screamed, his hands braced on the ground, trying to break free.

But the foot on his head was as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't breathe. ..., "Why can't I kill you?" Zhang Feng's feet were slowly exerting force, and the sound of Yan Benzheng's skull shattering could already be heard.

"Help, save me." Yan Benzheng stretched out his hand to ask for help from his two companions.

The two people who came with Yan Benzheng hesitated slightly, and when they were about to make a move, they saw Zhang Feng looking at them sideways.

"I said, don't mess with me."

There were only six words, but it was like a spell from Zhentian that made the two of them cold.

When Yan Benzheng was shocked, they knew the gap between them and Zhang Feng.

Yan Benzheng is almost dead, can the two of them join forces? There is already such a result in the early one, will one more one be useful?

"You're just another Zhou Precious Thing, I don't understand what the difference you all are?" Zhang Feng said.

Yan Benzheng's skull was cracked, his face was deformed, and his speech was becoming unclear.

He really regretted it, and only when he felt death did he know where he was wrong.

"No, don't kill me. I, I was wrong, I shouldn't have threatened you. Yan Benzheng's tears flowed down with blood, begging for mercy in an unclear accent.

"Good, you know regret it. But you know that I am the Jincheng Killing God, so you should know the result of my murderous intent. Zhang Feng's feet were violently strengthened, and Yan Benzheng's head was shattered with one foot.

Blood red and white smeared all over the ground, and Yan Benzheng's flesh and blood reconstituted several meters away in an instant.

A pale-faced man stood there, his whole body trembling, and suddenly he thought of the desperate eyes of the classmate who had died in front of him.

I'm afraid that his eyes are the same as he was back then.

"Ahh

Yan Benzheng turned around and ran.

Teleportation array, teleportation array.

As long as he escapes into the teleportation array, no one can kill him when he returns to Shen City.

"Buzz!"

A spear pierced Yan Benzheng's thigh and nailed it to the ground.

"Ahh Yan Benzheng could no longer maintain his nobility, snot and tears flowed, and turned around to grab the spear.

"Zhou Guigui's death doesn't seem to have any effect on you people at all." Zhang Feng walked in front of Yan Benzheng, slowly drew out his spear and said, "Is it because I didn't warn enough, or are you really stupid enough to think that this world is still yours." ”

Zhang Feng pinched Yan Benzheng's neck with one hand and punched out the heart.

"Porphyry!"

Yan Benzheng spat out large chunks of internal organs, his eyes were dilated, and he lost his last consciousness.

"Take it back." Zhang Feng took off the ring on the finger of Yan Benzheng, who was dead, and threw the corpse at the other two and sneered: "If one person is not enough, there will be one more." If that is not enough, keep sending men. ”

The two of them looked at Yan Benzheng's corpse blankly, their bodies cold.

finally understood how terrible Zhang Feng's cold-blooded ruthlessness was.

"Bring it." Zhang Feng stretched out his hand to the two of them, asking for something.