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But seeing that no one came out for tens of seconds, everyone's courage was magnified, and several people raised their pistols and shot at the bald middle-aged man.

Just when everyone thought that the bald middle-aged man would die from his own gun, they opened their mouths wide at this time.

"How is this possible?" Jin Lao stared at the bald middle-aged man with a shocked expression at this time, speechless.

The bullets that burst out were intercepted by the sudden purple darts, and the dazzling sparks fell to the ground.

With a sneer on his bald face, he glanced at everyone present: "Do you really think I'm just an ordinary leader? Without enough strength, how dare I stand in front of you wolf-like guys." ”

In the end, his gaze was firmly fixed on Jin Lao: "And you, I think that I can resist in the middle of the congenital stage of an old age, I simply don't know whether to live or die." ”

At this time, Jin Lao's face was also very ugly, after all, he was older than the bald middle-aged man in front of him.

But at this time, Jin Lao had a terrible guess in his heart, he didn't dare to show a trace of disrespect, and asked in a difficult tone.

"Your Excellency has reached the Jindan stage? ”

Who knew that the bald middle-aged man didn't answer, and disappeared in an instant, leaving a vague afterimage.

Jin Lao's face was suddenly shocked, and he hurriedly retreated.

"Die, old fellow, you're not qualified to ask me that question. The bald middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of Jin Lao, and threw the dart in his hand, which actually formed a sonic boom at this time.

There was a wave of air, and the people around him only felt that their heels were unstable, and they were blown away a few steps.

Jin Lao's face was very ugly at this time, and he didn't have time to care about the fact that everyone present concentrated the innate true qi of his whole body on the chest to form a round mirror-like object. There is even a faint flow of liquid, as if it were water.

The purple dart was pinned to it tightly, forming a ripple after a circle, and it kept intensifying. The two sides were scorched and formed a powerful wave of qi. As a result, Jin Lao was directly pushed back. It's like a shadowless cloth of Michael Jackson.

"The old guy is old, but he has a lot of reserves. The bald middle-aged man said disdainfully.

Jin Lao's face was like gold paper, the corners of his mouth were already slightly oozing blood, he couldn't speak, and concentrated the strength of his whole body in front of him.

Finally, after a few seconds, Jin Lao still couldn't bear the impact of this growth, and the golden light mirror in his hand was scattered, turning into bits of golden raindrops and dissipating into the air, and the dart also rushed straight towards his chest and heart.

At the same time, dozens of black figures also appeared in the corridor next to the two, rushing over like lightning.

In just a few seconds, everyone only felt that they were in an endless stop. It's been a long time. It's like being in a movie.

Jin Lao also closed his eyes in despair, his heart at this time flashed like a marquee, from the hard training of his childhood to the pride and ambition of his youth to resist foreign enemies, and then to the current delay and old age flashed in his mind in an instant.

And more worried about the future, although he is not in this world, but he knows that he is the only remaining Chinese innate master on the current ship.

His death, what is left is that all the underworld bosses were slaughtered, causing turmoil in China's underworld, I don't know how many people have to die, and how many families have to wash their faces with tears all day long.

But Shen Wannian didn't take this scene to heart, looking at the figures rushing over on both sides, he also showed a hideous look.

He knew that his plan was about to succeed, and he would become a pioneer in the history of Hongmen to open up China's territory, and he would leave a name in the history of Hongmen.

But suddenly, Shen Wannian felt a creepy feeling in his back, and a small red light rushed over from a hundred meters away from Yaoyao.

"Defense!" Shen Wannian, who subconsciously shouted.

He hid in the gate behind him.

The black-clothed men rushing over on both sides were stunned at first, but after seeing Shen Wannian's actions and combining with the red light in the distance, they instantly understood something, with a sneering look on their faces, and continued to rush forward, without planning to follow Shen Wannian's orders.

At this moment, the bald middle-aged man also squinted slightly at the red light.

But he felt that according to the momentum of the red light, it should be impossible to hurt him, or the people in black.

Therefore, he pursed his lips disdainfully.

Jin Lao had already pierced his chest with the purple dart, and the whole person flew out upside down, his eyes were blank and he let the blood on his chest gush out, staining the entire floor red.

The bosses of the underworld in China couldn't help but feel sad, knowing that they would also die soon.

The bald middle-aged man saw this scene, and his face was full of joy, and he imagined what kind of coronation reward he would receive when he returned to Japan.

At this time, he finally saw the true appearance of the red light, which was nothing more than a red spear.

"This group of pigs is really stupid enough. What's the use of throwing a spear over, not to mention that the masters they just now have already lost both sides because of the battle. The bald middle-aged man complained disdainfully.

However, suddenly his eyes froze and he wanted to speak.

But it was too late, and the spears from the sky burst in an instant, turning into hundreds of blood-colored needles and piercing them.

Those black-clothed men subconsciously pulled out the knives on their waists, wanting to split these blood-colored long needles. After all, in their eyes, the speed of those long needles is still too slow.

The bald middle-aged man didn't dare to think so, he felt a terrifying power from above.

With a big move, the purple dart returned to his hand, instantly lengthening, and quickly spinning to block the blood-colored needle that was stabbing at him.

For a while, everyone only felt the crisp sound of hitting the porcelain bowl with chopsticks.

The people who were distracted by despair came back to their senses in an instant, and when they looked at the dozens of black-clothed people again, they were all densely pierced with hundreds of blood-colored long needles, which could only be avoided by the bald middle-aged man panting.

Seeing this scene, everyone present gasped.

But the bald middle-aged man was still pale, and he remembered the terrible scene just now.

The long needles that could have been easily blocked, the moment they approached them, actually split apart again, turning into hundreds of embroidery needles.

The bald middle-aged man is okay to say, relying on the weird dart magic weapon in his hand to save his life, but those black-clothed people who are only the most congenital stage are not so lucky, even if they cover their bodies with thin innate true qi in the end, they are still instantly exploded, like a rag undoubtedly stabbed on the body.

For a moment, the mournful voices of the men in black were endless, and they all howled on the ground.

"What the hell is going on?" the bald middle-aged man stared at the strange scene behind him with a shocked face.

When he looked at the blood-colored embroidery needles on the ground, he instantly remembered something, and looked at the bow of the ship again.

A young man dressed in fire-patterned white was standing proudly on the guardrail, staring at him with an indifferent face.

"Japanese, you are very bold, I have to admire you once. Zhang Ning said indifferently. In his lifeless eyes, the bald middle-aged man had turned into a corpse.

Zhang Ning's body has been greatly transformed after being reborn, and the ability of his facial features has reached the point of metamorphosis.

At that time, Zhang Ning was on the air cushion and vaguely heard the gunshots in the distance, and his face couldn't help but change, and his brows were furrowed. He stared intently at the Maria in the distance, only to see that a firefight began to begin on it.

Zhang Ning immediately felt that it was a ghost done by the Japanese, because everyone in the underworld conference in previous years was very kind, and it was impossible to exchange fire in public.

And the only variable this year is the Japanese Yamamoto who suddenly participated in the competition.

Unable to put aside the safety of the people of the Heavenly Fire Society, he turned to the people behind him and said, "There is a shootout on the ship at this time, I want to hurry back, so I will go first." ”

Before everyone could react, Zhang Ning disappeared in place and turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Maria in the distance.

When the referee heard Zhang Ning say this, he noticed the cross-dressing on the boat in the distance, and he couldn't help but look weird, and hurriedly followed.

Everyone on the lifeboat looked at each other in unison. I don't know what happened yet, after all, they haven't reached the innate realm where they can be reborn, and they have ears and eyes far beyond ordinary people.

The old man in the yellow robe, who had long been hidden in the crowd, changed his complexion, and he hurriedly followed at this time.

The only remaining evil young man among the two congenital masters said: "Hurry up and start the ship, I'm afraid that the Japanese on the ship have something unusual, hurry back to support, now there is no innate master on the ship, if we don't go back quickly, our southern underworld will be in trouble." ”

I have to say that the evil young man can sit on the master of a gang is really a bit of real material, although he didn't react immediately, but it was already a quick reaction, he and Cao Shuang stepped on the water one after another, keeping up with the pace of the old man in the yellow robe and Zhang Ning just now.

The others also turned ugly, and they all told the crew to hurry up and sail back.

After all, if you swim, it is a life of death.

Zhang Ning, who was running at the forefront, was getting faster and faster, and vaguely, it seemed to be an afterimage.

As the distance got closer and closer, he also saw everything that happened on the ship clearly, although he didn't know Jin Lao, but he still knew whether it was friend or foe. It's danger or safety!

Zhang Ning's face under the blood armor was very solemn. Under the anger, the eyes directly turned into golden bundle pupils.

All of a sudden, I felt that the innate true qi was dozens of times faster than usual, and the range of my eyes and the detection of my divine sense were directly spreading.

Zhang Ning noticed the black-clothed people rushing over in the corridors on both sides, he already knew the seriousness of the situation, and saw that Zhang Ning gradually dissolved the blood armor on his body, condensed his right hand and turned into a three-zhang Wuhua spear.

"Mixed Yuan Blood Condensation Skill, Third Layer Armor Condensation Spear Type, Rainstorm Pear Blossom!" Zhang Ning shouted inwardly, and threw out the spear in his hand from 200 meters away.

As soon as the concubine laughed, the blood of the pear blossoms in the rainstorm fell red!――

A blood-colored spear pierced the sky, leaving only a blood-red afterimage, leaving the enemy bloody and soulful, and let my compatriots look forward to the dawn of hope.