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"Kill you!"

The stack of blades in the man's hand floated up instantly, surrounding the man neatly, and then formed a pair of wings, as if they were a pair of huge metal wings, exuding a dangerous aura.

Zhang Yang raised his vigilance and stared at the man tightly. The invisible mental power emanated, firmly protecting Zhang Yang. The man's words echoed in his mind.

"It seems that he is also a psychic... I have no impression of you. You should not be a member of the organization."

The supernatural person, organization, and the two words kept magnifying in Chang Yang's mind, reminding him of the call he made by the woman from Guoan.

"The superpower.....organize..., kill..."

Zhang Yang connected the two names and stared at the man.

"go!"

The man flicked his hand gently, and a metal wing waving began. More than a dozen thin blades instantly made a sound of breaking through the air, and shot quickly at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang quickly flashed sideways, and the blade penetrated deep into the wall, making a dull sound. Zhang Yang's feet accumulate strength and squatted slightly. The muscles in the calf burst out with huge force instantly, and he punched the man hard.

"snort!"

When the man saw Zhang Yang rushing towards him, he snorted coldly, the blades around him trembled, and in the blink of an eye, he rearranged and combined, turning into a metal shield with a blade facing outward!

The man's blade seemed to be strengthened. There was no shattering. The blade stuck in the wall was like a bullet, shooting back at a faster speed.

"I am a level A-level supernatural being, how can you do anything to me!"

Looking at the blade shield in front of him, Zhang Yang's castration was not diminished, and the mental power in his mind instantly spread out, stabbing into the man's mind. The man's body was paused, and the blade shield suddenly relaxed. Zhang Yang wrapped his mental power around his body and punched the man in the chest.

The moment he contacted, Zhang Yang felt that his fist seemed to hit an iron plate. The bones in his entire palm seemed to be shattered into several pieces!

"hiss."

Zhang Yang retreated in an instant, and the man was hit by Zhang Yang's punch. He took a few steps back. The blades around him also instantly landed on the ground.

As soon as Zhang Yang's steps fell, he felt something soft behind him. When he turned around, he saw a corpse. Zhang Yang frowned. This corpse was the BMW owner who last time.

Although Zhang Yang hated this guy very much, he didn't think about killing him, but today he died in the hand of the blade man. There were traces of cuts on the neck and thigh arteries of the body, and a pool of blood flowed on the ground. Looking at the terrified expression, it seemed that someone had cut off the artery and died of blood!

Zhang Yang glanced left and right and found that the long halberd on the wooden frame and the Tang Bohu flower scroll on the wall had disappeared, and must have been taken away by the man.

The man took a few steps back before stopping the regression. His eyes under his long hair stared at Zhang Yang, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Mental power, well, it seems to be at level C, but the power of ** seems to have reached level B, no wonder..."

He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers long and pale, and the blades on the ground flew up automatically, and then they were stacked in his hands.

These dozens of blades were like a long snake, constantly rising up and down, or spinning around the man's body, as if it was a poisonous snake with life.

"Hey." The blade man suddenly spoke: "Are you looking for this?"

In his hand, he was wearing a ring, which was very ordinary in style, a silver ring. The only difference was that there was a small red gem on the ring, which was as bright as human blood.

The man's ring flashed, and two things appeared out of thin air in his hands. His eyes were gloomy, and the purpose of his trip was formally the rusty halberd and Tang Bohu's flower scroll.

However, what attracted Zhang Yang's attention now was not those two props, but the ring on the man's hand.

"Zhang Yang, I found that the system lost three props, and the new props were storage rings. According to the specifications, there are 5 spaces, which are allowed to be carried out of this world."

Xiaoya's voice sounded in Changyang's ears, with a hint of solemnity.

"Please note that this man is very dangerous and his abilities are much stronger than you."

Listening to Xiaoya's words, Zhang Yang's face became solemn. The first time he met someone who was collecting lost props was that he was obviously the current host of the system was Zhang Yang, and there was no one else.

The man with blade looked at Zhang Yang and then took the two things into the ring.

"Hey, look at your appearance, you should be a dual psychic and ** superpower. Your overall strength is about level B. No wonder you can beat me, but you shouldn't feel very comfortable now."

Zhang Yang's hands were still a little painful, and his five finger bones were as painful as if they had hit the granite with bare hands, and some were unable to exert strength.

"Who are you."

Zhang Yang's voice was low and weird, which was processed by system voice change.

The blade man waved his hand as he listened to the Changyang voice.

"Forget it, I'm just here to find something today and I'm too lazy to fight you, otherwise you would have died long ago."

The man's tone was very arrogant, and he was obviously very confident about his ability. Zhang Yang frowned, but did not give up his vigilance.

"Depending on your appearance, you should be from some miscellaneous organizations. You small organizations dare to take the risk of finding these things for a little money."

The miscellaneous organization, Zhang Yang remained silent and analyzed certain information from the man's words.

"You said that our organization is small, so how much money does your organization have?"

"us?"

The blade man laughed twice, full of pride.

"It seems that you are a newcomer. Let me tell you that in this world, there are not only you but also you but also you. The real strong man is not something you can see."

The man pointed to his nose: "Where is me. I'm probably a strong man, a level A superpower. You should have heard of my organization. The Superpower Killer Guild, referred to as the Superpower Killer Guild."

"Extraordinary Kill? I haven't heard of it. What is the A-level?"

Zhang Yang's heart was silent, but a light flashed in his eyes without any trace.

The blade man slapped his forehead speechlessly, looked at Zhang Yang and waved his hand and said, "All right, don't hit me, I'll tell you the rules in this industry. Be careful in the future, I'll say why you don't follow the rules? I've left a mark here. You dare to come. After a long time of doing it, you don't know the rules at all."

The two of them had to fight to death just now. At this time, they started chatting, if there was no mess around and there were corpses on the ground.

"We psychics are not ordinary people. Over the long years, human beings are constantly evolving. A human gene is the first to evolve, and some special abilities have been produced."

"This is the supernatural."

"right."

The man nodded, and the two of them were still maintaining a safe distance.

"I don't know when the earliest psychics were born. Anyway, there are tens of thousands of known psychics. Some psychics have established psychics organizations in order to find similar types and began to contact other psychics. Then, there are already many psychics organizations."

Listening to the man telling these things, Zhang Yang and Xiao Ya listened silently. These things were very helpful to Zhang Yang's future actions.

"For example, the alien killing organization I am in is one of the more powerful organizations among the psychics. In addition to level A-level aliens like me, there are also more advanced level S-level aliens. Of course, there are also many B-level and C-levels like you."

"What is the level division of the supernatural beings?"

The man with blade looked at Zhang Yang and said.

"We are also called strangers. In order to facilitate the distinction between strength, we are divided into 8 levels from top to bottom. F is an ordinary person, and below level B is a low-level existence, and it is also the most common. Level B is medium, and the number is relatively small. Level A and S are high-level, with the lowest number. I heard that there is also an x-level, but no one has seen it."

The man played with the blade in his hand. The sharp blade flew between his fingers and would be cut by his hand if he was accidentally.

"The alien belongs to the psychic organization and earns commissions and rewards by accepting tasks. For example, you and me, the tasks of finding such ancient objects generally require coming first and then coming, which does not interfere with each other."

Zhang Yang digested the man's words, then thought of what had happened before, and seemed to understand something.

"For example, this time, I have already marked the place where I came first, indicating that there is someone here, and according to the rules, you should leave, but you still broke in, otherwise we wouldn't have started fighting."

Zhang Yang looked around and saw nothing special, and a low and weird voice sounded.

“Where is the mark?”

"There are blades left by me on the gate, didn't you pay attention?"

Zhang Yang touched his head awkwardly. He came directly into the window. He had put away his mind and looked at the corpse under his feet and asked the man.

"What are you going to do?"

The blade man looked at the corpse indifferently and said, "Cold, anyway, I'll take away the things this time. You either fight me and I'll give it to you if you win, or we have nothing to do with each other and leave on our own."

Zhang Yang stood up and put away his guard. Today's information was a bit too much, which made him a little difficult to digest. Facing this blade man, Zhang Yang gave up his plan to take action. He carefully retreated and left the door. Before leaving, the blade man suddenly spoke.

"Remember my name, my name is Knife Catcher, what are your name?"

Zhang Yang thought about it and remembered the name of a novel author I once read.

"You can call me Douyu."
Chapter completed!