Zhang Yulin was finally afraid.

The Yang Lin in his mind was completely different from the Yang Lin in front of him who was like a ghost and could not even hit a sharpshooter when dodging head-on.

Last night, when he heard that thirteen casinos were being raided by the other party, he thought it was this guy who took advantage of the dark night to make a surprise attack, or led many of the Yang Family and Jingwu Sect’s men to attack together...

Only now do I realize that I must have thought wrong.

With the other party's miraculous ability to dodge bullets, he must have stepped forward alone and directly picked his own casino...

The shooting speed of ordinary gang members was naturally countless times slower than that of Hou Yuanliang, and of course there was nothing they could do about him.

No matter how courageous you are, it is because you have the vitality to give it a try.

If there is no life in ten deaths.

It can be said that many people in this world are more timid than they think.

Zhang Yulin felt a chill in his heart. He no longer cared about his face and grace, left his seat, rolled back and screamed, "Brother, save me."

"No one can save you today."

Yang Lin chuckled lightly and kicked his feet harder, leaving a deep footprint on the terrazzo floor.

He rushed forward like the wind, reaching out with one hand to grab the back of Zhang Yulin's neck.

puff……

A puff of thick smoke lingered in the air and sprayed between Yang Lin's mouth and nose.

The smoke was also strange, very unpleasant, and extremely rich.

Once it pounces, it can make people unable to see their fingers.

At the same time, Yang Lin felt coldness in several large acupoints on his body, and there was a faint spark that rushed to several places.

'It's the pipe of the old man who smokes dry cigarettes. This guy is good at tapping acupuncture points. He is indeed sophisticated and profound.'

Previously, the old man lowered his head silently, motionless, as if he had no sense of existence.

But at the critical moment, he suddenly resorted to evil tricks...

His puff of smoke can be controlled like an arrow, meandering as desired, scattering and gathering at will.

Paired with a pipe, he hit it wherever he wanted. It was very cunning and weird.

Huang Jingyun has been able to stand in Shanghai for so many years. He is very good at both black and white. He has several tough players under him, all of whom have unique abilities. I don't know how many powerful enemies he has eliminated for him.

Therefore, when Yang Lin came to visit, he could still sit there without worrying that he would be in danger.

He even had the confidence to send his men to help his sworn brother Zhang Yulin.

In fact, I couldn't help but not help him.

In public, with brothers working together, he couldn't do anything even if he wanted to, otherwise, his reputation would be completely ruined in the future.

Yang Lin took a long breath, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

Although he couldn't see it in the smoke, his right hand turned into countless shadows of hands... He grabbed the old smoking gun with a wind-milled copper rod.

The pipe was twirled in the hand, and then stabbed with the backhand, silently like a poisonous snake spitting a message, it penetrated the neck of the old man who was sneaking beside him and hunched over.

call out……

At this time, the loud whistling sound of the pipe was heard.

You can imagine how fast Yang Lin's cigarette stick turned into a spear.

So much so that the old man who smoked dry cigarettes didn't react at all.

After being pierced through the neck, he still ran for seven or eight meters without realizing it, and then suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground with a look of astonishment.

Before everyone could stop shouting in surprise, a cold light entered his eyes.

Yang Lin's left eye felt cold and he saw a knife.

An exquisite knife that is as thin as a cicada's wing, has a sharp edge, and has no hilt.

There was no sound of wind, but I felt and saw that the strong wind stirred up by the knife was almost piercing my eyelids.

This should be the knife among the three masters that caused Wang Xiaoqiao to retreat due to injuries and failed to compete fully.

Control the sword with your heart, and the sword comes first with your mind.

If you go out, you will be hit, and the gods and ghosts cannot escape.

This is what I'm talking about.

"Good knife."

Yang Lin blurted out his praise.

Before the words came out of his mouth, his eyes turned cold.

As my heart beats, there is an extreme chill all over my body...

Feeling the threat, he took a step forward and breathed a breath of frost into his chest, feeling that the time in front of him was stretching infinitely.

That knife, that person, all the subtle expressions and changes in mind are reflected in my mind.

He didn't dodge or dodge, he raised one hand first, slightly bent his two fingers, and bounced out with a crashing sound.

From Wang Xiaoqiao, he already knew that the speed of this knife was not very fast, nor was it very powerful.

It's just that it's extremely sharp.

The power can be said to be great or small.

It's actually not that difficult to deal with.

However, there is something unique about this knife attack, that is, after the knife flies out, there is no way to dodge it.

As if locked by divine will, it can change direction at will, which is extremely magical.

In view of this.

Yang Lin had no intention of hiding at all.

When he killed Hou Yuanliang and old man Hanyan, he had already been on guard against this most difficult knife.

Seeing this at this time, of course, one is using force to suppress others and using the strong to bully the weak.

With his master level, the power of the three martial arts combined into one is concentrated on a few fingers...

Two fingers flicked on the blade.

The energy breaks through the wind, and the tip of the knife breaks first like glass shards.

The blade of the sword cracked with several crystal lines, was wrapped in huge force, and flew out upside down.

boom……

Countless fine iron filings and remnants of the blade turned into a rainbow light, which was reflected back with a whooshing sound.

puff……

Blood light bursts out.

A figure leaned slowly.

There were incredible exclamations all around.

"Inspector Huang..."

"Jingyun."

"Big...brother."

There were exclamations one after another. It seemed that no one had expected that such a situation would happen, but when I thought about it carefully, it was natural.

Yang Lin wanted to kill Zhang Yulin, but you, Fatty Huang, kept sending his men to attack, recruiting killers.

I don't think they will fight back.

As a result, well, Zhang Yulin is not dead yet.

Huang Jingyun had already taken the lead and reported to the Lord of Hell.

This scene is both sad and happy, just like a very absurd farce, making people dumbfounded.

"Your sword is not very good, and it actually backfired on the master. You are not very good at practicing it."

Yang Lin laughed and looked at the pale, frightened knife-thrower.

At this time, the opponent once again had a flying knife in his hand. He didn't dare to make a move even if he wanted to. He didn't know what to do at all.

"No, no, it's you..."

"What's the difference?"

Yang Lin moved and slapped him on the chest with his backhand.

I saw this man's entire sternum collapsed, his body flew out like a kite, and he fell to the ground dead.

The flying knife is useless and he is nothing.
To be continued...