The best perspective expert

Chapter 168
With a flash of the knife, Douda's head shot up into the sky, and a gust of blood spurted out, instantly pouring a large piece of soil red.

Han Zhenyang took out the saber. Although he has never learned how to use a saber, or even used this kind of long saber, martial arts are just like that, and he can master everything.If you want to hit someone with your fists, if you want a fatal blow, in addition to hitting accurately, you must also use force quickly and quickly. This is the most basic requirement.

The same is true for playing with knives. If you find the target and exert force quickly, you don't need too much force to achieve the goal.

What's more, Han Zhenyang's strength is far superior to that of ordinary people. Even if he just swings a knife with one arm, it is enough to chop off a big fat pig. This is the effect of chopping on the neck of a person.

That's probably what the so-called vigorously producing miracles means.

It's just that everyone in the yard didn't expect that Han Zhenyang would dare to take out the knife at this time. You know, he was pointed at by more than 30 submachine guns. Is this fatal?Or do you think these submachine guns are just for display?
The bald head, who was originally proud, was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the younger brother's head and headless corpse, with as ugly an expression as he wanted.

It's not that he didn't expect Han Zhenyang to resist, but he didn't expect Han Zhenyang's counterattack to be so sharp, so direct, so rude, and so unreasonable.In his opinion, it was not his little brother that Han Zhenyang slashed, but himself.It felt like Han Zhenyang slapped a cold and crisp slap on his face firmly.

This kind of thing beyond his control made him feel quite embarrassed, staring at Han Zhenyang, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Come here and die—" Han Zhenyang swung the long knife with a stern expression, and a stream of blood flew out along the blade. The tip of the knife pointed directly at the bald head on the second floor, and he shouted in a deep voice.

"Looking for death! Shoot!" The bald head was ignored by Han Zhenyang, feeling even more ashamed, smirking and waving at Han Zhenyang, ordering his gunmen to shoot.At this point, no matter how long-winded it is, it has lost its meaning. From the moment Han Zhenyang slashed it, it was already a situation of life and death.

The bald head didn't know that when he threatened Han Zhenyang, he had already entered a deadlock, but he still thought he had the chance to win, because he brought more than these 36 gunmen, and there were a few ambushing outside the door. It is against Han Zhenyang that there will be helpers.When he learned that Han Zhenyang came alone, he had already sentenced Han Zhenyang to death in his heart.

Right now, it's just getting ready to execute.

He even had the mood to appreciate Han Zhenyang's dying struggle.

But what's the point?It's nothing more than a trapped beast still fighting.

Thinking that he was about to get the gossip pendant that was called for by the organization, and that he could also get rid of Han Zhenyang, who had ruined many major events of the organization, he was very proud. He had already begun to look forward to the wonderful scene of returning to the organization and receiving praise and rewards from the top .

When he saw Han Zhenyang rushing into the room on the first floor wielding a long knife, he curled his lips in disdain, tapped his fingers lightly on the railing and hummed a ditty, his calm demeanor was really general-like, even a bit Zhuge Liang Confident and unrestrained acting as an empty city plan.

Hearing the screams and shouts from downstairs, the bald head smiled confidently, and said to his subordinates: "Clean up the situation, prepare to withdraw, and take the head of the kid surnamed Han."

"Yes, yes..." The bald boy was about to start a conversation, but suddenly he stammered, pointing at Han Zhenyang who came out with a knife in his face full of surprise.

Han Zhenyang was covered in blood, almost turned into a blood man, and the sharp Tang Zhidao was also covered in plasma, only the cold light could be seen on the blade, which was still extremely sharp.

It is indeed a good knife, killing people is like mowing grass, one knife at a time, very easy.

The 22 gunmen downstairs were all turned into corpses in less than a minute, either severed in two, or with two holes in one knife, and the blood in the room almost covered the feet.He protected his body with aura and rushed in, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, looking at everything with a long knife, there was nothing that could stop him from killing.

The powerful submachine gun was not even as good as a fire stick in that environment. Many gunmen fought back desperately before dying, not only did not hurt Han Zhenyang at all, but killed and injured many companions.

Han Zhenyang, who was like a blood man, was covered in blood, and walked towards the stairs step by step. He was not in a hurry, and every step was steady and powerful. What seemed to be touching was not a long knife dripping with blood, but the tender palm of his female companion.

This strong contrast made all the gunmen on the second floor stunned, and their bald heads couldn't hum. Like a duck whose neck was strangled, they stared blankly at Han Zhenyang, who was walking up step by step, until he smelled the smell on Han Zhenyang's body. When the strong smell of blood came, he suddenly came back to his senses, "Kill me—" he shouted, but quickly retreated behind his little brother.

Following the bald head's order, all the gunmen reacted, aimed at Han Zhenyang and pulled the trigger.

The dense raindrops of bullets sprayed towards Han Zhenyang with flames, instantly covering Han Zhenyang in a barrage of steel barrages.

Seeing this scene, the bald head and all the younger brothers laughed in unison, "Shabi, go to hell, hahaha——" But their laughter stopped abruptly, and they stared at Han Zhenyang who was safe and sound, completely unable to believe their eyes , wiped his eyes with his bald head, shook his head, and saw Han Zhenyang approaching with a knife in his hand, his eyeballs almost fell out.

What did he see?
This is Superman?Or Iron Man?

How can a person be unharmed after being hit by hundreds of bullets at the same time?

This unscientific!

The bald head looked at Han Zhenyang who was getting closer and closer, his heart trembled, and he shouted sharply, "Kill him!" But he himself turned over and jumped from the second floor. Although he didn't know how Han Zhenyang did it, but It is certain that Han Zhenyang's strength is definitely not something he can challenge.

It was only at this time that he realized that people had underestimated Han Zhenyang's combat power. He was not a martial arts master at all, but a killing god who climbed up from the eighteenth floor of hell.

No, this news must be passed to the headquarters, and the headquarters must have a more accurate assessment of Han Zhenyang's strength, otherwise it is unknown how many people will die.

The moment he jumped from the second floor, the bald head thought of it.

But at the moment he landed, his body suddenly turned crooked. It was originally a movement of bending his knees to land and then rolling forward, but suddenly he turned sideways and slapped firmly on the concrete floor, like a wrong take-off The high platform diver slapped straight on the water surface, and made a crisp sound of "pop".

However, the bald head is not an ordinary person. When he was photographed horizontally from the second floor of the three-meter-high building, he stood up after being dizzy for a few seconds, and he was still very awake. He still remembered his thoughts at the moment he jumped down. run.

But as soon as he got up, he saw a figure descending from the sky, blocking his way with a murderous aura all over the sky.

It was Han Zhenyang!
(End of this chapter)