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The thieves of the Seven Evil Villages raised their weapons one after another, staring at Zhao Hang, and several people with sharp eyes recognized Zhao Hang's identity.

"He is Zhao Hang. ”

"What a Zhao Hang, he dared to break into the Seven Evil Villages at night. ”

"He's Zhao Hang, why is he so young?"

"Everyone killed him to avenge his brothers. ”

All kinds of voices came into his ears, and Zhao Hang's heart sank more and more.

Zhao Hang's eyes swept around, his eyes were cold, his hands were clenched, and he took a long breath to calm his mind.

"Kill him. ”

An ordinary-looking thief took the lead and slashed at Zhao Hang with a long knife in his hand.

Zhao Hang took a step back, easily dodging the bandit's attack. With a lift of the arm, it swept out and struck the thief in the chest.

Hearing the sound of bones breaking, the bandit spurted blood, flew upside down, scratched a long mark on the ground, and after a few convulsions, he died. From the sunken chest, it can be seen that his sternum is completely broken.

Seeing this, the thieves gasped, quietly took a step back, and looked at Zhao Hang with fear in their eyes.

"Don't be afraid, he's just alone. ”

A bearded bandit shouted inwardly.

"Yes, he's alone. ”

Another bandit spoke up.

"Kill him, everyone go up and kill him. ”

The thieves shouted loudly and rushed towards Zhao Hang.

Zhao Hang glanced at the bandits who rushed from all directions, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. One step out, like an arrow from the string, shot out, and in an instant appeared a short bandit.

With a big hand, he grabbed the short thief's neck and pinched it so hard that his neck broke, and his whole head twisted and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Hang's body turned to the side, and a spear suddenly attacked. Zhao Hang stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbed the spear, and shook it hard, seeing the gun-wielding bandit flying out, crashing into the crowd, hitting a large number of bandits, and wailing all over the field.

With a spear in hand, domineering and arrogant.

Zhao Hang was armed with a spear and ran rampant. The spear shook, turned, and sudden, taking away the lives of each other.

The marksmanship is not very good, and there are not even any marksmanship moves to speak of. One shot and one move, completely relying on his own will, where he attacked, he would kill wherever he came, not giving an inch, just like killing a god.

Blood, is the blood of the enemy.

The gun is the gun in the hand.

A little cold light kills the sky darkly, and the sun and moon are dark. The bright red blood stained the sky red, like a fine rain, for a long time. The ground, as if covered with a layer of fishy red cloth, is full of evil atmosphere.

Syllable.

The spear swept heavily, and it couldn't withstand the inhuman force and broke it into two sections.

A thief with a thief's eyebrows took advantage of this opportunity and quickly approached Zhao Hang. The thin sword swung out, and a sword slashed across Zhao Hang's back, and blood gushed out.

With a sword in his back, Zhao Hang subconsciously raised his foot and kicked it out. Pei Ran kicked the thief's bones open, flew out, and hit several people one after another, so that he couldn't die anymore.

Zhao Hang touched the scar on his back, the blood stained his hand red, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood, his eyes were fierce, extremely violent, and he exhaled heavily, like the suppressed roar of a beast. His eyes slowly swept over the thieves in the Seven Evil Villages, and finally stopped at the big boss Xing Yingming.

"Then kill hard. ”

Zhao Hang's bloody eyes were fierce, he let go of the shackles in his heart, and let the killing intent rush in his chest, and let the killing intent echo in his mind.

Kill, kill, kill.

Kill the world upside down, kill the sun and the moon upside down.

Looking at the world for 5,000 years, where heroes do not kill?

Zhao Hang doesn't feel like a hero, but he also asks for a good heart. Since Qisha Village has made a move, there is no need to reserve it, kill a bloody road, and kill a happy one.

In the endless mind, the figure of the majestic spirit ape became clearer and clearer.

"Roar. ”

Zhao Hang looked up to the sky and roared, the sound was like a flood of thunder for a long time, penetrating the night sky, breaking the silence of Dacang Mountain, and surprising birds and beasts rushed and fled in all directions.

The bright moon passed through the dark clouds, and the bright moonlight reflected on Zhao Hang's hideous, angry face, like a burst of frost, thousands of years of ice and snow.

Zhao Hang grabbed the spear that had broken half of the hand, leaving only half of the wood. With a heavy flick, he attacked and killed with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Burst.

The wood directly penetrated the body of the first bandit, and the aftermath did not decrease in the slightest, passing through the bodies of the four bandits one after another, bringing the fifth bandit out of the air, knocking a group of people away, and landing beside Xing Yingming.

Xing Yingming glanced at those bandits, his face changed suddenly, what a terrifying brute force. Even if he has been killing people for so long, he still has such strength and strength, what kind of monster is this Zhao Hang.

Zhao Hang looked at Xing Yingming and grinned, laughing arrogantly and violently.

Step by step, he walked towards the torture of Yingying, the pace was not fast, but it was extremely firm.

When the thieves of Qisha Village saw the scene just now, they were already frightened, and they looked at each other, and no one dared to take a step forward. Zhao Hang took a step forward, and they took a step back.

Seeing this situation, Xing Yingming's face was extremely ugly, and he drank coldly: "Whoever dares to take a step back, I will kill him." ”

Hearing Xing Yingming's order, the expressions of the thieves in the Seven Evil Village changed. The majesty of the big boss was still there on weekdays, swallowed his saliva, picked up his weapon and killed Zhao Hang.

Zhao Hang glanced at the gray-clothed thief who had been killed, and took the lead in snatching the long knife in his hand. The knife fell, a head flew up, and the bright red blood poured on Zhao Hang's body, which was even more hideous.

With one step, the long knife slashed down, chopping off the arm of one of the bandits. Reaching out and grabbing it, he snatched the spear from the severed hand.

With a flick of the spear, the three bandits were strung together and flew out.

Zhao Hang walked towards Xing Yingming step by step, the movements in his hands were crisp and neat, one knife at a time, and a group of punches. When the sword is rolled, the sword is snatched, and when the sword is broken, the gun is replaced.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

All living beings are ants, and human life is like grass mustard.

Even if the bandits attacked in groups, they couldn't stop Zhao Hang's advance, leaving only blood, broken limbs, and corpses all over the ground, and the people who killed them were terrified.

The thieves of the Seven Evil Villages looked at Zhao Hang, who had a hideous face and was covered in blood, and a chill rose from their hearts, and they were terrified. Seeing the calm expression and the appearance of wielding a knife to kill, where it looks like killing people, it is completely slaughtering dogs and pigs.

"Monsters. ”

A pale thief stared at Zhao Hang, cold sweat flowed, his white lips trembled, and he was extremely frightened. He shouted in horror, threw the long knife in his hand, and fled.

After the pale bandits fled, the rest of the bandits could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts and fled in a hurry. The obscenity of the torture could not suppress the fear in their hearts.

Zhao Hang ignored the fleeing bandits, walked in front of Xing Yingming, raised the blood-stained long knife in his hand, and slashed down.