Lu Ziming quickly rushed to Zhang Zixi, and his energy surged wildly, and he smashed it out with a fierce punch.

Under Lu Ziming's punch, the area in front of him that was originally covered by bullets was directly smashed into a fist vacuum.

The hot bullets were all like kites with broken strings, and they had no choice but to fall.

For a moment, there was still a rain of bullets in the world here.

Moreover, after shaking off the bullets, Lu Ziming's fist strength remained unabated and flew straight for a hundred meters.

Amid a shrill scream, the gunman somewhere in front was directly beaten out by Lu Ziming with a punch, and his blood was spitting everywhere.

"Zi Xi, it's now!"

"Go quickly!"

Lu Ziming shouted immediately.

Zhang Zixi also took advantage of this gap and held the sword and went straight toward Lu Ziming's direction.

"Meng Wanjun, today, I will let you pay your blood debts and pay them back!"

Zhang Zixi's eyebrows and eyes were red.

The hatred of extermination was like a fire, burning Zhang Zixi's heart fiercely.

At this moment, she wanted to tear Meng Wanjun in front of her into pieces.

"Father, hide!"

Seeing Zhang Zixi coming out of the rain of bullets, Meng Chuan was shocked and stared at the size of a copper bell.

Meng Yilong, who was standing beside him, rushed to the front of his father, shouting anxiously, while preparing to block the sword for his father.

However, in the face of such a critical situation, Meng Wanjun was not afraid of danger.

He stood with his hands behind his back and stood calmly.

With a little playfulness and contempt, her deep eyes looked at the closer Zhang Zixi.

"Father, go!"

"It will be too late if you don't leave."

Meng Yilong was anxious.

Meng Wanjun still didn't move at all, but there was a curve on the corner of his mouth.

That is the ridicule of the winner on the loser, that is the pride of a generation of kings looking down on their own country and territory.

"The Zhang family, it won't exist."

Meng Wanjun's words suddenly rang out.

It fell into the ears of everyone below the audience, just like the God of Judgment, the judgment of the fate of the Zhang family.

But the moment Meng Wanjun's words fell, three figures appeared suddenly in the world.

They were dressed in black, and the ghosts that had been walking in the past day.

In a moment, he arrived in front of Zhang Zixi.

The power of soaring into the sky was like a ray of sunlight, and suddenly released from these three people.

Even Lu Ziming, who had been practicing martial arts for half his life, was still trembling and shocked ten meters away.

"not good!"

"Zi Xi, retreat quickly!"

Lu Ziming shouted immediately.

Zhang Jiuling, who was on the stone pillar, also realized the dangerous situation of his granddaughter. Even though he was already dying, he still used all his last strength and shouted anxiously: "Zi Xi, go quickly!"

However, everything is too late.

After these three figures appeared, there was no hesitation at all.

The fierce offensive swept out like a storm.

"The Heavenly Wolf is Absolute!"

"The White Tiger is Absolute!"

"Qinglong Jue!"

The three of them took action, and they were killing moves.

The terrible attacks caused a burst of madness in this world.

For a moment, everyone saw that at the top of West Lake, there were sky wolf roaring, white tiger roaring, and green dragon rising.

The three of them had the ultimate killing attack, and the infinite offensive brought about was like a rushing river.

And Zhang Zixi is undoubtedly the small boat above the vast sea.

In just a moment, it was shattered by the monstrous momentum.

The ribs were broken and blood flew everywhere.

With a muffled groan, Zhang Zixi's delicate body flew out like a kite with broken strings.

I collided with countless rocks, plants and trees along the way, and finally hit the ground with a bang.

By chance, I fell in front of Chu Wenfei.

Chu Wenfei was completely stupid. He stood there in panic and looked down at the woman in red clothes soaked in blood under his feet.

Chu Wenfei couldn't imagine the dying woman in front of him,

It turned out to be Zhang Zixi who fell from the sky like a queen on the sunrise.

At this time, Zhang Zixi's chest had sunken, her ribs pierced the lung lobes, and blood flowed from her mouth.

The girl who used to be so charming, is now in such a mess.

"Will she die?"

Chu Wenfei thought so, and a kind of unspeakable sadness surged in his heart.

Although he only met Zhang Zixi once, her beauty, her domineeringness, and her cool and heroic appearance undoubtedly left a deep impression on Chu Wenfei.

Chu Wenfei could not hide his sadness when a woman he admired deeply fell in front of him like this.

"Zi Xi!"

"Meng Wanjun, you bastard."

"You really dare to kill all the things?"

"Even Mr. Chu was so cruel back then, he also left some descendants for our Lu family."

"I didn't expect that you beast would not have any hope left for the Zhang family!"

Seeing Zhang Zixi's appearance, Lu Ziming's eyes turned red immediately.

Screaming at Meng Wanjun!

He thought that Ye Fan was already cruel enough.

However, he didn't expect that Meng Wanjun was even more ruthless than Ye Fan.

Even the only descendant left by the Zhang family was not spared.

"Mr. Chu?"

"I don't know what Mr. Chu."

"A person I don't know deserves to be compared with me?"

"I only know that from now on, there will be only one sound in this Jiangbei land."

"That's my Meng Wanjun's voice!"

"As for the head of the Lu family, since you care so much about the life and death of the Zhang family, I will do my best to the end and send you to accompany the Zhang family."

Meng Wanjun condescendingly and smiles proudly.

He enjoys this feeling, this feeling of dominating life and death of others, this feeling of stepping under his feet by the person he looked up to in the past.

Thinking back to the beginning, whether it was the Zhang family or the Lu family, they were all terrible existences that Meng Wanjun was beyond his reach.

But now, all these terrible forces he had feared were in his hand!

"Three, get rid of it!"

Meng Wanjun clasped his fists slightly and said respectfully to the three figures.

After that, the three of them turned around and the Senran Gas Machine locked Lu Ziming in groups.

The moment when these people were staring at me, Lu Ziming felt cold on his spine and numb on his scalp.

This feeling was only experienced when facing the peak of the Grandmaster or even the half-step title-winner.

"Who are you?"
To be continued...