Two minutes ago, the corridor outside the study on the second floor of the villa.

After the blow, the woman who fell to the ground due to the pressure of terror struggled to suppress the fear in her heart, and desperately struggled to get up.

"How is it possible! How can I be defeated like this!" Listening to the footsteps of the enemy approaching gently, the black widow roared inwardly, can she only die in such a humiliating death in front of the enemy?

Despite all her efforts, she was soaked with sweat from the struggle, but the situation did not improve in the slightest, and the increasing pressure made Black Widow feel that she was about to suffocate because she had difficulty breathing.

Syllable!

At that moment, the wall of the study was suddenly pierced by a bullet from the inside, and the remaining bullet then pierced the floor of the corridor and disappeared.

Whew!

The boundless pressure suddenly weakened, and then the sound of the object scraping the air disappeared instantly, and the last bit of pressure that enveloped the body also dissipated.

The black widow, who was about to lose consciousness, didn't have time to adjust her state, so she quickly shot all the poisonous needles she was carrying towards the center of the pressure emanation, and after doing all this, the black widow who had lost her strength tilted her head and fainted.

Because of the ancient martial arts he practiced since he was a child, Yang Long's body organs were very tough, but this could not stop the natural laws of the creature itself. The body he knew could no longer bear the burden of using secret techniques.

I wanted to use the killing intent to force the enemy outside the door away, but it was obvious that even if she was oppressed by the killing intent and almost collapsed, the woman outside still had no idea of retreating. This is not like the mercenary's style of retreating when the situation is not good, it should be a strong person whose relatives died under his own hands.

As a mythical figure in the underground world, Yang Long has long been indifferent to life and death, there are not a thousand but eight hundred ranked powerhouses who died under his hands, and there are countless people who are not on the list, and it is normal to have enemies to take revenge.

But his own life is not so easy to take, there are so many people who want to kill him over the years, and in the end, none of them have not become a sad reference for the myth of kings.

Since he wants to find death, Yang Long will not pity anyone. Standing up, he just wanted to go out and end up with this enemy, but he didn't expect that under his own coercion, this woman still had the ability to attack.

However, such an attack was meaningless, and with a twist of his hand, Yang Long grabbed the poisonous needle that flew quickly, and the "Black Widow Venom" that was feared by many people dissipated as soon as he crushed his two fingers.

Just as he was about to eject the poison needle, when he turned out to be an enemy, a killing intent pointed at his heart, Yang Long's face sank, the muscles up and down his body trembled instantly, and a wave-like force was transmitted along his body to his legs.

Only at this moment, Yang Long dodged on the spot, because the speed was too fast, others could only see that Yang Long's body model suddenly blurred, and in this instant, he let go of the warhead that came from the attack.

This secret technique is one of the secret skills created by Yang Long when he was young, which is used to quickly dodge the enemy's thermal weapon shots, and Yang Long has become the nemesis of many gun users by virtue of this secret technique.

However, his current physical state was obviously unable to withstand such a combat skill, and it was only a short moment, and Yang Long felt that the muscles all over his body were aching and unbearable.

And that's not all!

Forcibly holding back the discomfort in his body, his body shook, and a strong qi emanated from his chest with the contraction of his heart, and transmitted to his right hand and waist in two ways along the muscle tissue as if he had stirred up water streaks on the still water.

After a brief pause, Yang Long twisted his waist and waved his hand to deliver a blow that could be called a nirvana, and the silver needle on his finger was wrapped in sharp invisible energy and flew into the night.

Two qi bolts were sent out one after another, and Yang Long's whole body musculokeletal sound made a knock~knock~knock~, and the woman outside the door seized the opportunity to shoot dozens of poisonous needles at the moment when the old energy dissipated.

Reluctantly lifted his breath and shook away the silver needles that flew quickly, Yang Long could no longer suppress the pain in his body, and blood gushed out of his body along his trachea.

"Ahem, cough, cough" In the study, Yang Long laboriously coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and his body shook before he could stand firm and not fall.

After a while, Yang Long exhaled softly and relieved himself, looked at the poisonous needles inserted in the piano and wooden chair, and couldn't help but shake his head regretfully.

This time, there are all kinds of enemies I have seen so far, although the strength is average, but there are many tricks, and Yang Long, who is about to come to the end of his life, also feels a headache.

"Looks like we're going to have to use that trick!" Yang Long closed his eyes slightly and adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, focusing completely on the surface of his body and quietly experiencing it.

After a few seconds, an invisible wave slowly spread out in all directions with Yang Long as the center, and the solid wall was as if nothing was completely unable to stop this fluctuation.

The fluctuation expanded unhurriedly, and every two seconds, a subtle and fast fluctuation was sent out alone, reaching the farthest end of the fluctuation and turning back, and finally disappearing in Yang Long's body, and after a while, the fluctuation spread to dozens of meters away.

With this method, it is possible to feel the hidden enemy.

"Only 80 meters away" felt that the fluctuations no longer showed signs of spreading, Yang Long couldn't help but look gloomy, although he had created the terrible secret technique of "Qi Jin", but because of the injury, he did not practice this powerful and strange strength to the extreme.

A year ago, the fluctuation could be extended to more than 300 meters, but now it can only be more than 80 meters, and his physical condition is not as good as day by day, even if he does not have the assassination of these people, it seems that he will not live for a few days.

Invisible fluctuations regularly transmitted all signs of biological activity around them, the middle-aged black woman who passed out outside the door, and the two injured manor guards in the passage to the west of the villa were stubbornly resisting the mercenaries who tried to break through the direction, and a strange and familiar aura on the edge of the fluctuation was rapidly approaching.

From the moment the woman outside the door fainted, Yang Long felt the illusion of being spied on, and after feeling it several times, he didn't find any trace of the creature.

His own induction could not be wrong, and just as Yang Long was about to experience it carefully, the invisible fluctuations began to tremble, and there was a faint tendency to collapse.

"It's just such a short time?" A trace of loneliness flashed in Yang Long's eyes, and he was about to withdraw the fluctuations, when he suddenly noticed something flickering outside the door.

Phew!

The dark sword light flashed, and an invisible qi blade about half a palm-length pierced through the door like slicing tofu, and flew to Yang Long's chest in the blink of an eye.

The timing of this air blade attack was very exquisite, and it was just the moment when Yang Long gave up his perception and was ready to withdraw the fluctuations. Moreover, the speed of the attack was very fast, the power was amazing, and the qi blade was still twenty centimeters away from his body, and Yang Long felt a sharp pain like a pinprick coming from his chest.

The pupils shrank suddenly, and Yang Long changed his shaky and decadent posture, and his right hand, which was naturally hanging by his side, quickly lifted up, and slapped towards the qi blade with the sound of whirring wind. At the same time, the left foot strides back, and the body dodges to the right rear with the force of the right hand.

Poof!

The palm of the hand made a dull slapping sound as if it were against a wall, and the waves of air that erupted from the junction of the palm and the air blade emitted a screeching sound similar to that of a pressure cooker when it was deflated.

Yang Long's entire thin right hand was beating wildly, as if he had exerted great strength, and fine droplets of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The qi blade was shaken by the huge slap and did not dissipate, but in the end, it deviated from its original trajectory, and the reason for dodging in time finally grazed Yang Long's left arm and flew over.

Swish!

The sharp force shattered the sleeves of the pajamas, and then flew into the wall and disappeared into the wall without a sound. However, with Yang Long's forehead eyesight, he could clearly see that there was an untraceable scratch on the wall, and the trace was bottomless.

Wow!p!p!p!

After three soft sounds, the door of the study was smashed, and a man in a black night suit of about 1.7 meters walked in. A long knife with a black blade was grasped by him.

"Ninja?" Yang Long raised his eyebrows and stared at the man in night clothes in front of him calmly.

It seemed to inadvertently glance at Yang Long's left arm, and saw that Qi Jin had shredded his pajamas but did not leave traces on Yang Long's withered and shrunken muscles, and a trace of regret flashed in the ninja's black pupils.

"Sanquan Lei Zang, please advise Your Excellency the King!" Gently spit out a sentence with non-standard pronunciation in English as the opening statement, the ninja slowly held the Muramasa long knife with both hands, and his temperament suddenly changed drastically, like a fierce beast eyeing the tiger.

Yang Long stood quietly, his violent breathing due to the setback of his body calmed down, and his old and thin body exuded an invisible coercion.

The two invisible murderous auras poured into each other, if the ninja was a descending tiger, then Yang Long was a deep sea mad Jiao standing still.

The invisible pressure made the walls of the study creak, and the two of them started to pounce on each other at the same time.