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Chapter 442 The ancient legend of A Ze's waist knife!(2/2)

"good!"

"good!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's body moved, and his not majestic body rushed toward Aze like a tornado.

Aze didn't move, his eyes were burning like a ball of flame, and his fists were clenching. As long as he had enough strength, he would definitely be able to do it. Aze felt the gap between them, but, Aze

Ze's perseverance kept his mental strength from wavering at all...

Close, punch!

Suddenly, Aze's pupils tightened, and he saw a spear shining with silver light. The tip of the spear was extremely sharp, cutting a thin line in the air, like a silver lightning piercing Aze's fist...

The silver starlight flies through the sky like a god of death in the night, and the high-speed airflow passes over the sharp edges and thorns of the starlight, making a whining sound, which is breathtaking!



Zhang Yang, who was still thinking about the middle-aged man's story about the strong man's explosive history, was also attracted by the impressive spear.

This is an elusive shot.

At first, no one noticed that this middle-aged man had a gun on him. This gun seemed to appear from the void. It was not only a surprise for Aze, but also for everyone. You know, generally after breaking through the realm of the strong, most people will be surprised.

Some strong men will give up their weapons. After all, for a truly strong man, anything can become a deadly weapon in an instant. There is no need to carry weapons with him, even if he carries a dagger or something like that.

Small arms, this kind of long gun is not considered at all.

Zhang Yang quickly noticed that this was a very delicate long gun, blue and white, and it should be made of stretchable lightweight steel.

The moment Zhang Yang's eyes caught the spear that was stabbing Aze at extremely high speed, Aze's body suddenly leaned back and avoided the lightning and thundering shot.

However, this was the first shot. The silver gun head suddenly retracted and then came out again, like a poisonous snake that kept spitting its tongue.

Silver flowers bloomed one after another in the night sky, which was extremely dazzling. Under these dazzling flowers, there was a thin young man, like a boat in a storm, swaying from side to side, as dense as raindrops.

Looking for gaps among ordinary flowers...

Zhang Yang forcibly controlled the beating of his heart, and his palms were already sweating.

Aze is very dangerous now, and Zhang Yang wants to take action, but he has no chance. A pair of sinister eyes are always staring at him. Zhang Yang believes that if he makes the slightest move, he will incur Zhang Jixiang's thunderous attack.

Now, the only one who has a chance is Liu Biao.

It's a pity that the middle-aged man is not the young man who was stabbed to death by Liu Biao. He is a strong man, and it is difficult for Liu Biao to find an opening.

The most important thing is that if Liu Biao takes action, he is likely to be attacked by two other strong men. With Liu Biao's skills, it is impossible to resist the attacks of two strong men at the same time. Even Zhang Yang and Xiao Lizi can't resist.

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Now, I can only rely on Aze.

Of course, there is still a last resort, and that is a melee, with several people swarming up together!

This is the last option.

Zhang Yang's eyes were fixed on the two figures jumping like lightning. He knew that Aze's current weapon, no matter what it was, as long as it was a weapon.

Waist knife!

However, Aze had no chance to take out his ever-present sword...

The speed of the spear was too fast, the storm was fierce, and the silver spear tip almost covered an area of ​​ten square meters. Aze's thin body could not make any other movements except to dodge.

Slowly, the range controlled by the spear became smaller and smaller, and the silver light spots became more dense.

There was a sinister smile on the middle-aged man's face. He could already feel that the target was breathing heavily, and he felt that the opponent's stride was getting more and more erratic.

He believed that within a minute, his spear would be stained with the blood of a strong man...

Awesome!

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat. He felt as if the other party had stepped on something and staggered. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Put away the gun!

Get out the gun!

The spear is like a bright flash of lightning in the night...

Hit!

The middle-aged man felt the feeling of the spear piercing his skin and piercing his bones...

Sudden!

He saw a pair of cold eyes, as if there was no life in them.

He suddenly had a strong premonition of danger.

Why?

Why do you feel this way?

It's a long story, but in fact, everything happened in a flash of lightning. The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank into a thin slit, like a pinhole.

He saw a cold light shooting over like a meteor from the sky.

The speed is too fast.

Unbelievably fast, the cold light in the pupils enlarged, enlarged...

Release the gun, step back...

The middle-aged man was worthy of being an old monster over a hundred years old, with quite a lot of actual combat experience. Immediately, he made the optimal choice, gave up the spear in his hand, and his whole body suddenly flew upside down. The meteor-like edge was almost close to his body.

The middle-aged man suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead and back. It was so dangerous...

Just when the middle-aged man could barely avoid Aze's waist knife, Aze made a strange move. He actually turned around. Just when everyone thought he was running away, Aze suddenly slapped him with his right hand.

On the silver spear stuck in his left arm,

"brush!"

The silver gun passed through the arm, and the blue and white gun body also turned bloody. The blood gun turned into a dotted line and shot towards the middle-aged man who had just avoided the waist knife...

The middle-aged man looked at the bloody spear flying over in surprise. He had only raised his hand halfway when the cold light from the tip of the spear had already passed through his chest, and blood shot into the night sky...

The middle-aged man has tried his best to retreat, but his body is in a floating state with no relay point. It will take some time for the body to reach the maximum speed. Although this time is very short and can be almost ignored in normal times, at this moment, this

Just a few tenths of a second became the most fatal moment!

His broad chest was penetrated, and the sound of cracking bones was so unfamiliar. The huge tearing feeling suddenly stopped his mind, and then the overwhelming pain overwhelmed him like a tide, making him almost suffocate. That's it.

A stagnation made his mind sober for a very short time!

He saw that under the moonlight, the young man was cleaning the blood hole on his arm with an indifferent expression, methodically, as if he could not feel the slightest pain...

He was defeated, he was defeated by a young and strong man.

Could it be that that ancient legend is true?

The rise of new people must step on the corpses of old people?

The feeling of weakness became heavier and heavier, blood was coughed out from his mouth desperately, and the outstretched hands seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Gradually, the thin figure seemed to have walked into the fog, and as his life passed by

It blurs a little bit until it dissipates!
Chapter completed!
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