Tang Xie relied on a breath of resentment in his chest, and cursed Wang Chan desperately.

"I'm going to kill someone, and no one can stop me! You still want to leave a seed for him to take root and sprout, it's like a dream! Even if your godson is clever and gets away with it this time, the next time as long as he is still by my side, and there is a little bit of hostility and hatred, I can kill him anytime and anywhere. ”

Wang Chan looked at Tang Jie, who was lying on the ground, constantly struggling for his life, his face was expressionless, he knew that this old guy killed with a killing, but before he died, he was cut off from the incense at home and killed Tang Niu, he already hated himself in his heart, no matter how he coerced and tempted, he would definitely not compromise and cooperate with himself with his heart.

"That person is hiding in the nearby building, aiming here with a sniper rifle, but he is also an experienced first-class killer, and he can actually watch Tang Xie and a group of people fall apart, but he doesn't reveal the slightest murderous intention, then things are a little troublesome? You must find his whereabouts and kill him, otherwise it will be a trouble ...... the future." ”

"The Tang family has not been broken, it still has the backbone. And after all, Tang Jieshou is also a deacon elder of the overseas Hongmen, regardless of whether the power is big or small, leaving such a person in the middle will inevitably make waves! The key is that I can't practice boxing and martial arts wholeheartedly, and the messy things are really annoying, if this is the case, then it's no wonder that I am ruthless, I, Wang Chan, am leaving the motherland today, and there are many less ......scruples to solve any troubles abroad. Wang Chan thought to himself, and the expression on his face gradually became cold and piercing.

In a way, Wang Chan is really not a good person. Although he never took the initiative to provoke right and wrong, he also had a strong desire to understand miscellaneous matters as soon as possible, find peace, and cultivate with all his might.

But the red dust is right and wrong, it has always been a ring after a ring, interlocking, once it is said to be in the middle, and then it is impossible to jump out spotlessly.

Therefore, Wang Chan's way to solve all these rights and wrongs is to counter violence with violence and never retreat.

I will kill anyone who wants to harm me.

It's as simple and straightforward, **naked and bloody.

And in fact, there are some things in this world that are artificially complicated, looking ahead and looking backwards, always wanting to take into account the Quartet, and have the best and most favorable result, but I don't know that this is the wrong time, and a very simple thing becomes more and more complicated.

Therefore, sometimes, regardless of it, the most direct and effective way is to break all conventional means.

"Snakes can't do without heads", "flies crash without heads", all grievances cannot be popularized, as long as the key points are solved, everything will naturally be fine, and the clouds will be scattered.

Just like the ancient assassins, the assassins of the princes, and the puppets of Nie Zheng, they all grasped the key points of the matter, and they were fatal with one blow, and they could change the direction of the world with their own strength.

This is also the experience that Wang Chan learned from the old man. There is nothing else, the old man was between the white mountains and black waters, pulled up a group of people, resisted and saved the country, did not join any party, but only assassinated and beheaded the high-ranking officials in the Han Dynasty, and did the same thing as Wang Yaqiao, the "king of killers" in the Republic of China.

It's just that the two of them, one in the south and the other in the north, are just gods in their lives, but they have never met.

Tang Jie's godson is a killer, he knows the way of forbearance, although he does not know the profound martial arts, but compared to Shao Nanhua, the top ten killers in the world's killer list, he is more powerful, and if he doesn't kill him, Wang Chan always feels like he is in his throat.

"In that case, Tang untie your hand, you will die here, go down to accompany your grandson,"

Wang Chan's gaze swept over the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the side of him, and he suddenly flipped his hand, snapped his palms twice, and smashed his head and face into the two living dead twins who stopped in front of Tang Xie in front of him.

These two guys are pure "monsters", somewhere between life and death, full of lifelessness and twilight, and if you stay with this kind of thing for a long time, good people will get sick and have a short life.

Although these two things have been honestly not used until now, Wang Chan does not intend to let them go.

"Jiraham...... Phoebe Baya...... Kill him......!"

The breath has gradually weakened, and Tang Jieshou, whose eyes are scattered, suddenly burst out with unprecedented brilliance at this moment, and he slammed off the ground, regardless of the sharp sword cutting the muscles and internal organs in his body, this old man actually stood up all of a sudden, pointed at Wang Chan, and then muttered a few words that seemed to be a dialect of Southeast Asia, which meant to make the two living corpses obey the order and kill Wang Chan in front of him.

It's just that in this way, he also returned to the light, ran out of oil and dried up, and finally exhausted the last bit of life in his body, and as soon as the words fell, his body had already been smashed to the ground again, not in shape, and there was no breath at all.

Oh!

Oh!

Two violent roars suddenly sounded in his ears, Tang Jie's words before his death had just blurted out, and the two twin living corpses in front of him had changed their appearance greatly, their eyes were red, like dripping blood, and on their pale faces, one by one the big blue-black earthworms crawled all over their faces, as if they had put an iron mask on their faces.

"What's that?"

Wang Chan made a move, his palms flew like a huge stone stele, and his hand was the strength of a big stele wrestler, smashing into the foreheads of the two people, and the strong wind howled, squeezing the air under his hands violently, and the sound of bombardment.

At this time, the two monsters also moved, their eyes were blood-red, and they didn't dodge or dodge, and the two of them moved forward with their four hands, like knives and guns side by side, above the ten fingers, there was a sound of collapse, and the bounced nails seemed to be steel pieces made of stainless steel, and they stretched out their hands towards Wang Chan and inserted them.

These two living corpses are through the legendary head to raise ghosts to refine the corpse, with countless secret medicines to refine the living people's consciousness, sacrifice and refining, although they are still human-like, but the inside of the body is no longer like a human, not only less nerve pain, infinite strength, even the skin and flesh are like steel and iron, even the submachine gun can't be killed, and they are not afraid of any attack from ordinary people.

Especially on their palms, soaked in drug venom for many years, they have been tempered with incomparable toughness, their nails are like knives and swords, and they are highly poisonous, and they are extremely terrifying, once their nails cut their flesh and skin, anyone will die. At the same time, with a wave of his arm forward, the arms of the two living corpses were all trembling, and there was a sound of breaking wind, and the sound was like a big iron spear stabbed by a martial arts master with all his might.

However, Wang Chan is fierce, and he is even more ruthless when fighting with people, once he enters the state, he is like a demon, and he is not like a human being compared to the two living dead brothers in front of him. As soon as I saw that these two monsters did not dodge or dodge, their four arms were like guns, and they wanted to fight hard with themselves, and they suddenly fell into the arms, laughed, and the momentum was like thunder, and they directly turned a blind eye to the choice of surname, and did not withdraw their hands to change their moves, but swallowed them in one breath, and slammed their chests forward, allowing their opponents to pierce them.

But he raised his hands high, as always, and fell with a bang, a simple big slammer, exploding people's heads.

"Smack!"

"Bang bang bang!

The huge roar sounded almost at the same time, Wang Chan's hands were firmly slapped on the heads of the two living corpses, as if two large grinding discs weighing thousands of catties fell from the sky, and the two people's facial features and seven orifices rushed out of black pus and blood, and the stench was compelling.

It's just that these two living corpses are not living people, and the skin, flesh, muscles and bones on the body are really solid, Wang Chan's two palms contain Shaolin Temple's vigorous smashing of the stele hand, and a full blow is enough to smash the heavy stone stele one person high, and someone else has already slapped his head into the neck cavity, but these two living corpses are only skull shattered, bleeding from seven orifices, although they have been hit hard, but they are not dead.

On the contrary, under the severe pain, the fierce surname was furious, the four arms were like thunder, and a few bangs were all pierced on Wang Chan's body, under the huge force, Rao is Wang Chan had already prepared but couldn't bear to kick back three steps in a row. When I looked at his chest again, I saw that all the clothes on his upper body were torn to shreds, and between his chest and abdomen, there was a creaking sound that was scratched by the palms of two living corpses and four hands, leaving thirty or forty marks more than half a foot long.

Although he hadn't broken through his thirteen Taibao martial arts, it had also left a large red paw print on his body.

"It's a lot of strength, but it's a pity that it's just clumsy strength, and it's useless to me! Let's see if your body is hard or my Seven Killing Knife is ...... fast. ”

After trying the strength of the hands of the two living corpses, Wang Chan also knew it, and no longer planned to continue to entangle, his body took three steps back, and as soon as he stood firm, he immediately rushed forward, his steps were like bows, people were like arrows, and with a wave of his hand, five sword lights condensed into a bundle, and a fierce knife slashed down.

These two living corpses are not the zombie monsters that are nourished by the yin qi of the earth after the death of the legendary people, and they themselves have no magical powers, but they are just a means of refining corpses and raising ghosts in the ancient legends of the head descending division in Southeast Asia.

According to Yue Poyu's understanding, this should be a mutation of human genes!

Although they are powerful, they are not as strong as Wang Chan, their physical strength is not as good as Wang Chan, and they have no spiritual intelligence, they only rely on instinct to fight and kill, how can they still be Wang Chan's opponents!!

Yes, Wang Chan's knife was cut out, and with a snort, he suddenly crossed a space of one or two meters and cut off the head of a living corpse, plopped, and fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to wave his hand and make another knife, draw a scoop according to the gourd, and completely solve the remaining end, Wang Chan suddenly only felt a sharp numbness on his right temple, and suddenly shouted "not good" in his heart, knowing that the killer who was hiding outside and didn't know which building finally couldn't help but move the killing machine, and aimed at himself with a sniper rifle from a few hundred meters away.

At the moment, the body swinged, and the whole person was like a monkey in the depths of the dense forest, stabbing and slipping, fast to the extreme, and the huge body dripping and turning, and suddenly letting the living corpse that persevered forward in front of him.

The next moment, there was a soft sound, and a palm-long bullet pierced the left temple of the living corpse with great accuracy, and exploded into a rotten watermelon with a thud.

(To be continued)