Chapter 120 Everything is Closed

With a mouthful of resentment, Tang Jie cursed Wang Chan with his life.

"I want to kill, and no one can stop me! You still want to leave a seed for him to take root and germinate. It's like a dream! Even if your son is clever and lucky enough to escape this time, next time as long as he still appears beside me and has a little hostility and hatred, I can kill him anytime and anywhere.

Wang Chan looked at Tang Jie, who was lying on the ground and constantly struggling for his life, with no expression on his face. He knew that the old guy killed, but before he died, he was cut off the incense at home and killed Tang Niu. He had long hated himself to the bone in his heart. No matter how he coerced and lured, he would certainly not compromise and cooperate with him with his heart.

"The man hid in the nearby building and aimed at here with a sniper rifle, but he was also an experienced first-class killer. He could actually watch a group of Tang's hands collapse without revealing a trace of killing, so it's a little troublesome? We must find his whereabouts and kill him, otherwise it will be a trouble in the future...

"The Tang family has not been cut off, but it still has the backbone. Moreover, after all, Tang Xieshou is also the deacon elder of Hongmen overseas. Regardless of whether the power is big or small, leaving such a person in the middle, it is inevitable to make waves!! The key is that I can't practice boxing and martial arts wholeheartedly. The messy things are really annoying. If that's the case, it's no wonder I'm cruel. I, Wang Chan, am going to leave the motherland today, and I have a lot of 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 actually not a good person. Although I never take the initiative to provoke trouble, I also have a strong idea in my heart to understand miscellaneous things as soon as possible, find a quiet place, and practice with all my strength.

But the world is right and wrong. It has always been linked one by one. It is said that it can be in the middle, and it is impossible to jump out without staining.

So Wang Chan's way to solve all these right and wrong is to control violence with violence and never flinch.

I will kill whoever wants to hurt me.

It's so simple and direct, ** naked and bloody.

And in fact, there are some things in the world that are artificially complicated. Looking forward and backward, I always want to take care of the four directions and have the best and most favorable results. However, I don't know that this has missed the opportunity and made a very simple thing more and more complicated. Later, there is no difference between good and evil, and the good and evil are unknown. I also circled in.

Therefore, sometimes, regardless of the means of breaking all routines is the most direct and effective way.

"Snakes can't have no head" and "Flies can't bump into each other without a head". All grudges can't be popularized. As long as the focus is solved, everything will naturally be fine and the clouds will disperse.

Just like the ancient assassins, the special assassins of the kings, and the Nie Zheng's assassination of Han Kui, they all grasped the focus of the matter, one blow is fatal, and can change the general trend of the world with their own strength.

This is also Wang Chan's experience of playing from the old man. There is nothing else. In those years, the old man pulled up a group of people and horses between the white mountains and black waters to fight against the country and save the country. He did not join any party, but only assassinated and beheaded the high-ranking officials in the Japanese and Han annihemo. What he did was the same thing as Wang Yaqiao, the "king of killers" in the Republic of China.

It's just that the two of them are in the south and the other in the north. They are only divine friends in their lives, but they have never met each other.

Tang Jieshou's god-handed son is a killer. Although he is not good at profound martial arts, he is more powerful than Shao Nanhua, the top ten killers in the world's list. If he doesn't kill him, Wang Chan always seems to be stuck in his throat.

"In this case, Tang Jieshou, you will die here. Go down and accompany your grandson,"

Wang Chan's eyes swept past the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the side of his side. Suddenly, he turned his hand, slapped his palms, and smashed his head and face at the two living dead twins in front of him who stopped in front of Tang Xie's hand.

These two guys are pure "monsters". Between life and death, they are full of death and dusk. If they stay with this kind of thing for a long time, good people will also get sick and short-lived.

Although these two things have not been taken hands on so far, Wang Chan is not going to let them go.

"Giraham...Fibibaya...kill him...!"

The breath has gradually weakened. At this moment, Tang Jie's lax eyes suddenly burst out with an unprecedented look. He suddenly struggled from the ground, regardless of the sharp sword in his body to cut the muscles and internal organs. The old man suddenly stood up his upper body, pointed to Wang Chan fiercely, and then muttered a few words. The dialect of Southeast Asia means that the two living corpses obey orders and kill Wang Chan in front of them.

Just like this, he also returned to the light, the lamp withered, and finally exhausted the last anger in his body. As soon as the words fell, a body had been hit on the ground again. It didn't look like it, 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. The two living corpses of the twins in front of him suddenly changed their shape. One by one, their eyes were red, like drops of blood. On their pale face, they crawled all over their faces like big blue and black tendon earthworms, just like Buddha put an iron mask on their faces.

"What is it?"

Wang Chan waved his hand, and his palms were flying like a huge stone tablet. He stretched out his hand with the strength of a big stele, hitting the foreheads of the two people. The strong wind roared, and the air under him was violent and bombarded.

At this time, the two monsters also moved. Their eyes were blood red, and they could not dodge. The two of them raised their hands forward together, like knives and guns side by side. Above the ten fingers, there was a crashing sound. The bouncing nails seemed to be steel pieces made of fine steel, and they reached out to Wang Chan and inserted them.

These two living corpses are refined by raising ghosts through the legendary head-raising. They refined the living people with countless secret medicines and sacrificed them. Although they are still long, the inside of the body has not been like human beings for a long time. Not only is there no lack of neuralgia, but also the strength is infinite. Even the skin and flesh are like steel and iron, and they can't even shoot submachine guns. Death is not afraid of any attack by ordinary people at all.

Especially on their palms, they have been soaked in drug venom for many years, and they have been hardened with their toughness. Their nails are like knives and swords, and they are extremely poisonous. Once they are cut by their nails, everyone will die. At the same time, he waved his arms forward, and the arms of the two living corpses were full of trembling, and the sound of breaking the wind was like a big iron gun stabbed by a martial arts master with all his strength.

However, Wang Chan is fierce, and his fight with people is even more fierce. Once he enters the state, he is like a demon, and he is no more human than the two living dead brothers in front of him. As soon as he saw that these two monsters did not dodge, his arms were like guns, and he wanted to fight hard with himself. He immediately fell into his arms. He laughed and was like thunder. He directly chose his surname and turned a blind eye. His hands did not withdraw his change. Instead, he swallowed it into his stomach and pointed his chest forward fiercely, allowing his opponent to stab him.

But he held his hands high. As always, he fell down with a simple blow to the head.

"Bang! "Bang!"

"Ban Bang Bang Bang!

The huge roar sounded almost at the same time. Wang Chan's hands were solid and shot on the foreheads of the two living corpses, as if two thousand-pound mills had fallen from the sky. The two people's facial features and seven orifices rushed out of the black pus and blood, which was stench. When Wang Chan moved his hands away, he also saw two The forehead was deeply sunken, and a fingerprint was as clear as a knife and an axe. Obviously, even the skull was cracked.

It's just that these two living corpses are not living people, and their muscles and bones are really solid. Wang Chan's two palms contain Shaolin Temple's vigorously smashing stele, which is enough to smash a heavy stone tablet of one person's height. Someone else has already slapped his head into the neck, but these two living corpses are only broken skulls and seven orifices flow. Although the blood was hit hard, it was not dead yet.

On the contrary, under the severe pain, the fierce surname was big, the four arms were like thunder, and the bangs were all stuck on Wang Chan. Under the great force, Wang Chan was prepared for a long time, but he couldn't stand to step back three steps in a row. Looking at his chest again, he saw that all his upper body were torn to pieces, and his chest and abdomen were scratched by the four palms of two living corpses, leaving more than thirty or forty and a half feet of marks.

Although he has not yet broken his thirteen Taibao's hard work, he has also left a large red paw marks on his body.

"What a great strength, but it's a pity that it's just clumsy, which is not useful to me! Let's see if your body is hard or my seven-kill knife is fast..."

After trying the strength of the hands of the two living corpses, Wang Chan also knew it. He no longer planned to continue to entangle. He stepped back three steps in a row. As soon as he stood firmly, he immediately rushed forward. He walked like a bow and an arrow. He raised his hand and waved his hand. The light of the five knives condensed into a bunch, and a fierce knife was about to come down.

These two living corpses are not the zombie monsters that are nourished by the yin of the earth after death. They have no magic power in themselves. They are just a means of refining corpses and raising ghosts in the area of Southeast Asia. They refine living people into immortality, with great strength and light body. They do not know the pain, and their natural combat effectiveness is very strong.

According to Yue Po's understanding, this should be a variation of human genes!

Although they are powerful, they are not as strong as Wang Zen, their strength is not as good as Wang Zen, and they have no wisdom. They only fight and kill by instinct. How can they still be Wang Zen's opponent!!!

So, Wang Chan cut it out with a knife and a sneer. He suddenly cut down the head of a living corpse across a space of one or two meters, ploped and fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to wave his hand and cut again, he completely solved the rest of the end according to the gourd. Suddenly, he only felt a sudden numbness on the right temple, and suddenly shouted "not good" in his heart. He knew that the killer who was hiding outside and didn't know that he couldn't help killing him. He aimed at it with a sniper gun hundreds of meters away. Myself.

Under the body, the body swings down, the whole person is like a monkey in the depths of the dense forest, thorning, to the extreme, the huge body dripping around, and giving up the persevering living corpse to him.

The next moment, with a soft sound, a palm-length bullet accurately penetrated into the left temple of the living body and exploded into a rotten watermelon with a bang.

(to be continued)