Zhang Fang's body was in vain, at the beginning, Dao Ye said that he didn't have that kind of physique, maybe it didn't fit Dao Ye's kind of physique, not that he didn't have a warlock physique.

"Obviously, what you said moved me!" Zhang Fang said lightly, and Qian Zizheng also breathed a sigh of relief, and in an instant, the killing intent was once again revealed in Zhang Fang's gaze.

"However, how can I risk my own life with this extremely small odds, you underestimate me too much!"

"No! Shizun's standard of Ze disciple is very low, even if you don't have this kind of physique, you can become his disciple and have strong strength!"

"At that time, it is not impossible for Master Venerable to transform your body a little, and it is not impossible to have great power!"

"Really, great power!" Zhang Fang sneered, although he didn't know the warlock very well, but the sealing knife once said that some warlocks are outright crazy.

"Then why haven't you transformed your body to gain strong strength, or are you as weak as an ant, and your strength is ridiculous!" Zhang Fang said sarcastically: "I don't want to become his material and become a guinea pig to be manipulated by others!"

"You...."Shallow Zizheng pointed at Zhang Fang and was speechless.

Zhang Fang snatched the Extreme Evil Yuan Yin bottle in Qian Zizheng's hand, and searched out a parchment roll and a white medicine bottle on Qian Zizheng's chest.

He didn't look at it much and collected it all together!

"You beast like you who can kill even your biological mother, what's the use of me keeping you!" Zhang Fang pointed out quickly, and suddenly a bloody hole appeared in his shallow chest.

The sharp fingers of King Kong directly pierced the shallow heart, and when the fingers withdrew, there were still scarlet heart fragments between the nails.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of thick blood spurted out of his mouth, and his legs fell to his knees.

He covered his bleeding chest, opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "You can't kill me, if you kill me, you will definitely die, and he will definitely avenge me!"

His face was hideously distorted, and the blood had stained his mouth and teeth red, and he looked quite bloody and hideous.

The shallow and righteous threat is useless to Zhang Fang, such cruel words of dying and struggling are said by everyone, and they cannot be taken seriously.

"Oh, that's right!" Zhang Fang suddenly thought of something, and he didn't rush to kill Qianzizheng, although he couldn't live anymore.

"I remember that I didn't know how to leave an evil aura on my body at the beginning, if it wasn't for Dao Ye to wash it off for me, I'm afraid there would be a lot of trouble!" Zhang Fang thought about it, and felt that it was a little inappropriate to kill Qian Zizheng like this.

After all, shallow self-righteousness is related to warlocks, and warlocks have a lot of strange methods, and maybe they will leave some breath imprints on shallow self-righteousness.

Zhang Fang turned his head to look, pointed at Zhao Liang in black and said, "You... Come here, kill him!"

Zhao Liang is the only subordinate of Qian Zizheng who has not died, and at this time his body is still stained with scarlet plasma, and there are many colors on his body.

"My lord, I..." Zhao Liang shuddered for a moment, Qian Zizheng was his hall master, and he was also the grandson of the deputy gang leader Qian Yuesheng, he didn't have the courage to kill.

"Hurry up, kill him and I'll let you go!" A cold light appeared in Zhang Fang's eyes, Zhao Liang struggled for a while, and walked over with a knife.

In this case, nothing is as important as your own life, so let's save your own life first.

"Haha!" "Shallow Zizheng knelt on the ground and laughed wildly, his face was extremely pale after a large amount of blood loss.

"You will definitely regret it, you will definitely regret it!" Qian Zizheng looked at Zhang Fang with a resentful expression, Zhang Fang flashed to the side, deaf to his threat.

"I'm sorry, hall master, my subordinates are also forced to be helpless, I hope you know everything, remember that there is a debtor!" Zhao Liang looked at Qian Zizheng, raised his knife and silently closed his eyes.

A knife falls, and blood bursts out!

Zhao Liang was splashed with blood, and at this moment, warm blood was flowing down his cheeks.

Suddenly, in Zhang Fang's line of sight, a pale red streamer fell on Zhao Liang's eyebrows, and a red crescent moon was imprinted on it.

This mark looked a little familiar to Zhang Fang, but he didn't rush to think about it at the moment!

"Ah!" Zhao Liang screamed miserably, stretched out his hand to cover his eyebrows, Xiang Yang and the others looked at it, and wisps of green smoke were rising from Zhao Liang's eyebrows.

The screams continued for three breaths, Zhao Liang's face was distorted, his eyes and nose were twisted together, and the pain was indescribable.

With a bang, Zhao Liang fell to the ground, the crescent mark at the center of his eyebrows carrying a high temperature comparable to a reddish soldering iron.

The forehead bone of the eyebrows continued to sink, and the crescent moon brand had been buried deep in his mind, evaporating the brains inside.

Everyone was terrified, even Xiang Yang, a master who had lived for more than forty years, had never seen this strange scene.

Zhang Fang said indifferently: "I see, there is really a hidden hand!"

That level of streamer is difficult for ordinary people to escape, but if he wants to dodge, he may not necessarily be hit.

"Hall Master, what the hell is going on!" Xiang Yang walked to Zhang Fang's side, first fell into hallucinations and killed people frantically for no reason, and now he encountered this kind of strange and terrifying thing, and his heart was shocked inexplicably.

Zhang Fang looked at Qian Zizheng vigilantly: "Quickly order them to retreat, it's not easy here!"

Xiang Yang also looked at this time, although he couldn't see anything, but Zhang Fang's mystery was deeply rooted in his heart at this moment, and he could only obey.

Suddenly, the red light in Zhao Liang's burned skull shot out again, flying towards everyone present, and immediately another person was hit.

This person was also like Zhao Liang's fate, his head was quickly burned and he died a miserable death, but during this time, everyone evacuated the courtyard.

Zhang Fang retreated to the entrance outside the courtyard, and the red streamer at this time was much dimmer, and soon after escaping the body of the dead body, it dissipated into the air.

But even so, Zhang Fang still did not relax, and he faintly sensed a strong demonic aura in the air that was slowly waking up.

"Hall Master!" Xiang Yang stood next to Zhang Fang, the red streamer had disappeared, and he didn't understand what else to worry about.

"Hmm!" Zhang Fang said, "Do you know if Qianzi has a mother, and what other relatives does he have?"

"There is only one mother in the family, and he has no children!" Xiang Yang had already guessed what Zhang Fang meant.

"Qian Yuesheng rebelled, and now he has been killed by the gang leader, and no one from the Qian family is left!" Zhang Fang's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of human touch.

"Remember to cut the grass to remove the roots!" Zhang Fang said meaningfully, which was to remind him that Xiang Yang should not be merciful.

Xiang Yang hesitated for a moment and said, "Subordinates understand!"

Although there are some people in his heart who are reluctant to kill unarmed women, but the order is difficult to disobey, not to mention that shallow Zizheng also killed many of his subordinates, and these should also be repaid by his mother.

Suddenly, there was a beastly roar in the courtyard, adding to the eerie aura of horror under the clear sky.

Zhang Fang glanced at his subordinates who were all injured, and Xiang Yang, who was covered in blood, said: "You go, leave it to me here, remember to come and deal with it when the time comes." ”