Jiangwu Security Company is not far from Wu Zangfeng's villa.

A team leader promoted by Wu Zangfeng felt that this was an opportunity to make contributions after receiving the call.

He brought dozens of members of the Martial Arts Association to Wu Zangfeng's villa in a hurry.

Fortunately, the lawn at the door of the single-family villa where Wu Zangfeng lives is big enough. After dozens of people arrived, Wu Zangfeng took out a few good cigarettes, and a group of people were waiting for Shen Yulang while smoking.

At most ten minutes later, a figure wearing a black windbreaker and pale face walked in.

His eyes were covered with bloodshots, and when he turned slightly, there was a faint red light, which looked very scary.

"Who is Wu Zangfeng?" Shen Yulang did not know Wu Zangfeng. Although he had met at noon, he did not know that he was the president of the Wushu Association.

Wu Zangfeng sorted out his suit and took two steps: "It's right."

"Then you eat my palm first!" Shen Yulang roared and slashed out with one palm.

Wu Zangfeng would definitely not take it head-on, so he hurriedly turned sideways and rolled a few times on the spot, shouting: "Don't be standing there, go together. Kill him, we will be able to share the money tomorrow, one hundred million per person. Kill Shen Yulang, two hundred million!"

Under heavy rewards, there must be a brave man!

A group of members of the martial arts association rushed towards Shen Yu like ants.

Although their skills are average, they can still kill elephants with too many ants.

They all surrounded Shen Yulang tightly in the middle.

"The crowd!" Shen Yulang kicked out, and three or four members of the Wushu Association screamed and fell to the ground.

But this time, there were 70 to 80 members of the martial arts association. When I thought of killing Shen Yulang, there would be 200 million, and I was not afraid.

He rushed towards Shen Yulang one after another.

Although Shen Yulang is a holy warrior, his spiritual energy is limited. Every time he slashes out, the spiritual energy will be weakened a little.

However, Shen Yulang has become obsessed with the bloodthirsty anger, and he never thought he would die here.

It was like crazy, constantly walking around the crowd.

"Ah...my arm"

"Ah, my legs..."

As long as the members of the martial arts association they met with Shen Yulang would either die or be injured, they would fall to the ground and scream.

Wu Zangfeng stood outside the crowd, observing Shen Yulang secretly. Seeing that his aura seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, there was a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth.

With his hands on his back, he was not in a hurry, just waiting for the members of the Wushu Association to act as cannon fodder and consume Shen Yulang's strength.

Gradually, half of the members of the No. 70-80 Martial Arts Association had fallen.

Shen Yulang's body was covered with blood, and his eyes became even red. He glared at the remaining members of the martial arts association and took out the magic needle from his arms.

"What's that?" Most people don't know the Destroyer Needle!

"God knows, what weapon should be?"

"We are afraid of Mao. We still have half of our staff. If we continue to fight to the death, we will not believe that we will not be able to kill him!"

A group of people were both excited and nervous, as if the 200 million were enough.

Shen Yulang snorted coldly and suddenly pressed the mechanism.

This is a new skill that he "activates" the Destroying Needle after breaking through the middle stage of the Holy Realm.

Group Attack!

In addition to a larger silver needle, the Destroyer Needle also has a mechanism that can trigger the small silver needle inside.

There are about one hundred pieces, which are somewhat similar to the performance of the Tangmen Tornado Pear Blossom Needle.

With a click.

A silver needle shot out!

It's night again, and the light is dim.

Not to mention these ordinary warriors, even a master like Qin Fei, facing the attack of a hundred silver needles, there is no other way except to avoid it.

However, this group of members of the martial arts association obviously did not know how powerful the magic needle was. They did not dodge, but instead rushed forward.

Ahhhhh...

As the screams came one after another, at least in an instant, more than 20 members of the martial arts association fell down.

The rest were all shaking, but after a few more seconds, they fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, except for Wu Zangfeng, only Shen Yulang was left in the yard.

"I don't have much strength anymore. Now it's time for me to perform!" Wu Zangfeng didn't care about the lives and deaths of these members of the martial arts association.

It would be better to die all of them. At that time, one person will pay one million yuan, and all the remaining shares will belong to him.

Shen Yulang bit his finger and used his blood to replenish the energy of the Destroyer Needle, and said with a grim smile: "Is that so, then take out your trick!"

"Go to die!" Wu Zangfeng suddenly took out his pistol and kept pulling the trigger at Shen Yulang.

Shen Yulang's figure flashed a few times before he arrived in front of Wu Zangfeng: "It seems that you know nothing about me!"

Even though Shen Yulang was injured, he was a warrior in the middle stage of the Holy Realm. The lean camel was bigger than a horse. With just one punch, he knocked Wu Zangfeng out.

Clang!

Wu Zangfeng smashed the glass door of the villa, covered his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He almost ran through the living room and ran through the back door without looking back.

This is the route he had already thought of, if he couldn't beat Shen Yulang, he would run away!

Shen Yulang did not chase after him again, but pulled out a dagger from his arms and prepared to bleed the members of the martial arts association in this area.

He gradually realized that the more blood the Destroyer sucked, the greater the power it was.

A group of members of the martial arts association, except for a few more unlucky ones who died, were mostly injured. Except for their bodies being unable to move, their minds were still clear.

After seeing Shen Yulang cut open a member's neck, the rest of the people were staring wide and even shouting at the top of their throat: "Help... Help... kill someone!"

At this moment, they are no different from ordinary people. When facing death, they are still very scared.

I even forgot that he looked arrogant when he was in the Martial Arts Association Hall.

If they could record it and let them see their original faces, they would probably be ashamed.

Just as Shen Yulang was concentrating on soaking the magic needle with blood, Long Feihong hurried into the gate with a few members of the Dragon and Tiger Hall.

When he saw the members of the martial arts association all over the ground, he was surprised at first. Seeing Shen Yulang squatting on the ground and covered in blood, Long Feihong shouted: "Shen Yulang, why don't you surrender?"

"Hehe...Who are you?" Shen Yulang calmly put the magic needle in his hand and slowly walked towards Long Feihong.

"Brother Long, be careful, Shen Yulang is so awesome!"

"Yes, Brother Long, it's all our fault that we were obsessed with and believed Wu Zangfeng's words."

"Then my grandson ran away if he couldn't beat him and left us here and ignored us. We will never believe him again. Brother Long is our eternal president!"

"Yes, Brother Long, you are the president of the Wushu Association!"

When a group of members of the Wushu Association saw Long Feihong coming over, they also saw hope. Otherwise, Shen Yulang, a lunatic, would definitely kill everyone.

Moreover, at the critical moment, Wu Zangfeng ran away, and naturally realized that Wu Zangfeng's greed for life and feared death, cunning and hypocritical faces turned to Long Feihong's side and supported him to continue to be the president.

Long Feihui didn't say anything, but focused his attention on Shen Yulang's body. He shook his body and punched him hard at Shen Yulang.

However, Shen Yulang did not dodge at all, and then punched Long Feihong in the chest.

puff....

Long Feihong spat out a mouthful of blood in pain and staggered and sat on the ground.

Shen Yulang laughed nervously: "Hahaha, Jiangcheng martial arts world is just a joke, who else!"

"Shen Daxia, you are amazing, you are awesome, please spare us!" A group of members of the martial arts association saw that Long Feihong was not Shen Yulang's opponent.

Each of them looked as if dead, and they wanted to get up, kneel on the ground begging Shen Yulang to let them go.

"Give you aside? Then who will pay tribute to my magic needle?" Shen Yulang took out the magic needle again and prepared to continue soaking the blood on the ground.

At this time, another young man walked in outside the door.

He is very pretty and has only a pair of eyes, even at night, shines brightly.
Chapter completed!