The Road to Slaying God

"I'm looking for your manager, hey, I brought him something good." Liu Biao had a peach core in his mouth, and his speech was a bit unclear.

"Sorry, do you have an appointment?"

The young man in a suit and uniform did not give this little strange young man a face in the least.

"My aunt, a bird manager has an appointment!"

Liu Biao's kick was on the young man's abdomen, his waist was bent, and two steel knives had been pulled out of the backpack and held in his hands. This was done by the two people in the deck dozens of times. The action must be absolutely foolproof.

Where could the young man stand the sudden leg of Liu Biao, his kick was almost kicked out, the bow hurt to the ground, the sweat of the beans flowed down, and it seemed to be kicked in the vital part, but, the matter It's not over yet. When he just looked up, a dazzling machete had fallen down, it was almost too late to think, and subconsciously reached out to block ...

"Ah ..." With a loud scream, the young man's arms were chopped off the ground, and the blood flowed like a note. The palm fingers on the ground were still moving.

"I let your dog see people low ..."

Liu Biao rushed up with a peach core and unclear words, kicked the young man with a broken hand on the ground and screamed, and his huge body hit a closed door like a cannonball ...

"Peng!" With a loud noise, the door was actually knocked open by Liu Biao. At the moment the door opened, Zhang Yang rushed in behind Liu Biao.

There are three people in the office, one sitting on an executive chair behind a desk. The other two were sitting on the sofa, and the three seemed to be chatting. The room was filled with smoke and the air was extremely dirty.

The three of them stayed for a while and immediately reacted. Obviously, they were all characters who had experienced strong winds and waves, and they made a loud noise. Liu Biao rushing in front, while the other person picked up the ashtray and smashed into the air while the coffee table was lifted, and ran back towards the inside of the desk ...

Zhang Yang did not care about these two people. Between the electric light and flint, he rushed towards their target this time. The middle-aged man who was sitting behind the desk. At this time, the middle-aged man first reacted after a short stay. One hand opened the drawer and the other reached into the drawer.

gun!

There is a gun! Zhang Yang's hair exploded.

Almost without thinking, Zhang Yang already thought that there must be a gun in that drawer.

Zhang Yang's body is like a ray of light smoke, which has turned into numerous afterimages in the air. The knife comes first!

"Ah ..." With a heart-shattering scream, the hand stretched out in the drawer was chopped down neatly and neatly before the middle hand of the middle-aged man immediately curled up, and the blood immediately stained his clean clothes. Mostly red, with a pale face, Zhang Yang's **** blade didn't stop, and he drew a beautiful arc in the air. The blade's target was the middle-aged man's throat. At this time, the middle-aged man's hooked chin was blocked. Throat front.

"Ah ..." The scream broke, as if the throat was suddenly pinched, the middle-aged man saw in horror that after that coldness, his chin flew out, and then, that coldness was cutting the chin. After that, he scratched his throat without any hindrance. I do n’t know why. The middle-aged man actually felt a sense of comfort, a relief of relief, and the image in his eyes slowly blurred. He saw that the young man waving the sword looked He didn't look at him, propped his hand on the desk, flew over ...

"Peng!" The middle-aged man's body fell to the ground. When he fell to the ground, he heard the young man read three words in his mouth: "Xiao Yuanxing."

The middle-aged person did not stare, because he knew why he died.

When he died, he was still thinking about the moment when Xiao Yuanxing shot and committed suicide, the resignation, the helplessness, and the desolation of the hero's end, suddenly, the middle-aged man understood the complicated expressions of Xiao Yuanxing ...

Zhang Yang's body fell over the desk and fell to the young man who rushed behind the desk. The two suddenly forbidden to move. The young man's eyes widened and he looked at Zhang Yang ...

"Xiao Yuanxing!" Zhang Yang read the three words lightly, his body receded, and the machete inserted in the stomach of the young man raised a spurt of gorgeous blood in the air. Zhang Yang could avoid the flying blood.

Just when Zhang Yang's sharp blade cut through the middle-aged man's chin and wiped the fragile throat, Liu Biao's battle situation was developing, and the huge glass coffee table smashed into his body head-on.

At the moment when the stout man lifted the coffee table, Liu Biao actually put the back of the knife in his mouth and bit it. After suddenly catching the coffee table with his hands, he turned it 360 degrees later. After offsetting the impact of the big man, the glass coffee table turned back. Smashed at the big man who was about to jump over.

"Boom!" With a bang, Dahan couldn't think that Liu Biao actually caught the coffee table and smashed it. He was smashed and caught upright. However, this cricket's body was also very strong. He actually only took two steps back and immediately passed the ground. There was only a box of coffee table punched Liu Biao in the past.

"The dog said, compared with Lao Tzu ..."

Liu Biao did not advance, but took two steps back. These two steps are critical because he had time to take the sharp machete from his mouth. Liu Biao didn't hesitate and slashed to the big man's neck first ...

"Ah ..." With a scream, Dahan crossed his feet on the coffee table frame, and had no time to step back. His hand broke, and his arm broke immediately. The sharp steel knife wafted blood across his face, and on his face again A deep blood groove was left behind, and the intense pain made the remaining hand of Dahan do not know where to cover it. He retreated in a panic, but was stirred by the coffee table and fell to the ground.

"I let you smash ..."

"I let you smash ..."

Liu Biao slashed like crazy on the big man's body, scolding indistinctly, the big man was chopped with blood and his body unconsciously twitched. He couldn't survive.

"Go!" Zhang Yang pulled Liu Biao.

"Bow ..." Liu Biao cut back to Zhang Yang with a backhand.

"You're crazy, it's me!" Zhang Yanghe then retreated, tilting his head back, avoiding Liu Biao's screaming wind.

"Ah ... Zhang Yang ..." Liu Biao, who was insane, woke up soberly, glanced at Zhang Yang and stared blankly at the corpse that had been chopped on the ground. "I killed, I killed ..."

Compared with Zhang Yang, this is the first time that Liu Biao has murdered. The real murder is fundamentally different from those who used to hold watermelons to fight on the street. Besides, this time it was intentional to kill. When you saw yourself, When the opponent's blood fell to the ground, his reason was completely annihilated, and in the eyes, only blood and killing remained.

“Let ’s go, it ’s probably full now!” Zhang Yang sighed. He was trembling after the first killing. Like Liu Biao, even, Liu Biao ’s performance was much better than him, at least, Liu Biao didn't vomit.

However, Zhang Yang immediately discovered that he was wrong, he was completely wrong.

"Haha ... I finally killed, ***, Uncle Biao, I also killed ..." Liu Biao laughed wildly, with a look of excitement in the air like a lunatic.

"Ahem ... you cow, you are cruel, you killed ... Boss, we walked away, you have wasted at least ten seconds." Zhang Yang looked at Liu Biao, who was laughing wildly, and couldn't help laughing, Liu Biao was born to be one Madman, maybe, this time to open the killing ring, I still don't know what way to go. Zhang Yang is a little worried. He knows that Liu Biao's surname is definitely a kind of violent maniac, who advocates violence. In his In the head, there is no strategy, no strategy, and some are violence overwhelming.

When in school, Liu Biao was acting like this. If anyone was not convinced, he would be convinced by the other party. Liu Biao also had a spirit of admiration. Liu Biao would never admit defeat, who beat him. He must pay back to the other party. In Liu Biao's words, it was blood debt and blood compensation. This is why Liu Biao hated the policeman in county H. The other party just slapped him.

In thought, the two rushed out the door.

"Crap!"

"..."

The two looked at each other and looked at the crowd running up the stairs. Zhang Biao and Liu Biao couldn't help laughing for a while. They still underestimated each other's power. They thought that the other person's hands would not react for a few minutes. Then they knew they had Blocked to the second floor.

At this time, a group of people climbing upstairs saw that Zhang Yang and Liu Biao had not moved, they had been forced to a dead end, and each one also slowed down and approached slowly. Seeing that the weapons in their hands were like the Eight-Power Allied Forces. There are pig kill knives, machete knives, saber knives, and even two harpoons.

"What to do?" Liu Biao asked.

"Are you afraid?" Zhang Yang asked Liu Biao.

"Haha, I'm afraid! But, is it useful?" Liu Biao laughed, full of pride and arrogance.

"Yes, I'm also afraid, but is it useful?" Zhang Yang gently flicked his finger against the steel knife, making a pleasant sound.

(To be continued)