The strongest starting system

Chapter 1002 Helping You Out
"Immortal thing, you dare to do something to me, you are impatient." The horse-faced man walked over and kicked Grandpa Lin hard again.

After saying this, he was still not relieved, and directly drew out the big knife from his waist.

"My uncle will send you to hell today."

A cold light flashed in the horse-faced man's eyes, he raised the knife and was about to plunge it in.

His companions were also watching, their expressions didn't fluctuate much.

To them, killing a pariah is like crushing a chicken.

"No, don't hurt my grandpa."

Lin Lanlan was picked up by the horse-faced man's other hand. She struggled desperately, but seeing that she couldn't break free, she used her teeth and bit the horse-faced man's arm directly.

As a member of the Demon Sect, the horse-faced man's body was much harder than ordinary people, so he didn't care about Lin Lanlan's biting at all.

His knife had come to a place ten centimeters above the ground, but at this moment, Lin Lanlan suddenly let out a loud cry.

"Bad guy, don't hurt my grandpa."

The horse-faced man wasn't even interested in turning his head back, but Lin Lanlan's milky growl was like a heavy hammer hitting his ear.

Not only him, but several other members of Ghost King Zong also covered their ears in pain, and one of them had a little blood oozing from his fingers.

The horse-faced man also let go of his hand, and Lin Lanlan took advantage of this time to quickly run to Grandpa Lin's side.

"Bitch." The horse-faced man cursed viciously, stretched out his thick arm, grabbed the little girl's neck, and slammed her against the wall.

Some onlookers gathered outside the house, and after seeing this brutal scene, they trembled in fright.

But there were still some villagers who had been favored by Grandpa Lin, so they couldn't help but say a few words.

"You guys... collect the protection money if you collect the protection money. There's no need to kill people."

"That's right, Doctor Yang has paid protection fees to Ghost King Zong, it's too bad."

Their voices were not loud, but they were clearly heard by the horse-faced man and the others.

The horse-faced man raised his eyebrows. This time the accompanying patrol envoy did not come, and he was the strongest among the group.

"A group of untouchables still dare to argue with me? I think you are all tired of living, so talkative, why don't you come to me and give you a chance."

The horse-faced man held a shining big knife and stepped out of the door of the earthen house. He was surrounded by a substantial evil spirit, and his cold eyes swept over him. None of the villagers dared to face him.

"The untouchables are the untouchables, and you can't seize the opportunity even if you are given a chance."

The horse-faced man curled his lips, then turned around and walked back into the room. Now he is going to deal with that old guy and establish some prestige by the way.

Just as he was about to raise his knife to chop down, a calm voice sounded from behind.

"If you dare to move him, try it."

The horse-faced man was stunned for a moment. He looked back, only to see a young man in plain clothes coming out of the crowd.

However, the young man didn't have any energy fluctuations all over his body, and his body was thin and weak, and he didn't have a weapon in his hand.

"What? Still want to be a hero to save the beauty? Let's see if you have the ability. You don't know how to live or die, but you dare to challenge the majesty of the Ghost King Zong. I will deal with you later."

The horse-faced man snorted twice, and steam was still coming out of his nose.

Obviously, he didn't take Zhao Wushuang seriously.

Zhao Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze was like lightning, like two cold arrows, but his figure was faster, and in just a few breaths, he came quietly behind the horse-faced man.

When the tauren looked back, he met Zhao Wushuang's indifferent gaze.

"you……"

Before he could utter a word, a cold light flashed in front of him, and a sharp edge flashed across his neck.

Hearing the voice, the horse-faced man and the others turned their heads to look over, but their eyes widened instantly.

The huge body of the tauren is still standing in place, but there is no head on the neck.

Looking down, a bull's head full of astonishment was still spinning on the ground.

Apart from them, the villagers outside were also stunned. They only felt sorry for Zhao Wushuang. After all, judging from his performance during this period, Zhao Wushuang did not have the strength of a warrior.

But now Zhao Wushuang's performance shocked them.

For the enemy, Zhao Wushuang's strategy has always been to cut through the mess quickly, and he will never leave any chance for the opponent.

Especially when he was seriously injured and his strength was no longer what it used to be.

Among them, the horse-faced man had the quickest reaction. As soon as the sole of his foot hit the ground, he retreated violently.

But the other two were not so lucky, they hurriedly took out their weapons to resist Zhao Wushuang's attack, but Zhao Wushuang who was on the way to attack suddenly stopped, and slid down like a loach, avoiding the sweep of their weapons .

huh huh.

Two throwing knives shot out quickly from bottom to top, precisely piercing the throats of the two men.

Zhao Wushuang half-kneeled on the ground, still maintaining the posture of throwing the throwing knife with his hand, his face was completely calm.

Although he has temporarily lost the support of Yuanli, his physical body is still there, and it is really not difficult to kill a few little ones.

The horse-faced man who retreated to the wall grasped the big knife, and it took a while to react.

"Bold! How dare you kill someone from the Ghost King Sect? I'm afraid you are really impatient to live. If our sect finds out, everyone in your village will not be able to escape the fate of death!"

The horse-faced man scolded angrily. He could tell that Zhao Wushuang's strength was not simple, and he might not be able to win head-on.

So he acted decisively and pulled out the life-saving tree of Ghost King Zong.

He believed that Zhao Wushuang would have some scruples, after all, Ghost King Zong was the undisputed overlord of the northwest region.

"Hmph, I know you have some skills, but you'd better give up that idea, otherwise..."

The horse-faced man wanted to say a few more words, but a shadow pierced the sky in front of him. Before he could see clearly, there was a sharp flying knife sticking out of his head.

"call out."

The fourth flying knife slashed in the air, piercing the horse-faced man's neck with lightning speed, he moved his lips, but he still didn't say a word after all, with a look of unwillingness on his face, he fell down suddenly .

Zhao Wushuang sighed.

He stabbed the flying knife on the horse-faced man's head just to see how strong his hands are now.

Facts have proved that his physical recovery has not reached one-tenth of his previous level.

It took a lot of effort to deal with these little guys, and then they had to surrender when they encountered a really powerful demon.

Zhao Wushuang was worried. He felt that it was time to use the special functions of the system.

The people in the village were silent for two or three seconds, and everyone couldn't believe it.

Grandpa Lin struggled to get up from the ground, picked up the clothes and put them on Lin Lanlan again.

"Thank you...Wu Shuang, thank you, without you this time, Lin Lanlan and I would lose our lives."

(End of this chapter)