At the moment when the six gold medal thugs took action, Shadow Xiaoda waved his hands together, and nine deadly flying swords came out. However, this was not Shadow Xiaoda's final attack, the final attack was his six@4.

A series of dense gunfires came from Xiaoda's muzzle, and seven bullets with the aura of death were densely spread around the body of the Blood Knife. No matter where Zheng Jiajun jumped or wherever he went, there were always one or two fatal bullets waiting for him.

This shooting angle that covers all parts of the blood knife Zheng Jiajun was practiced many times in advance by Shadow Xiaoda.

Shadow Xiaoda knew that the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun was not an ordinary martial artist with great internal strength, but a peak warrior who had experienced the rain of bullets on the sword. Shooting from just one angle would definitely not be able to achieve the purpose of shooting or even shooting.

So when shooting, a series of bullets are covered in multiple angles and in all directions.

As long as a bullet is shot, many subordinates on Wu Da’s second floor will flock to him. There are too many ants and may bite the elephant to death, provided that the elephant has been seriously injured by a gun.

Faced with the sudden attack, a trace of contempt flashed on Zheng Jiajun's face.

But seeing the blood knife in his hand suddenly burst out seven times, a terrible scene appeared in front of Wu Da.

But when the loud noise of "Dangdang" was heard, the seven bullets turned into fourteen-flavored iron wedges scattered in the four corners of the third floor.

My God, the blood knife Zheng Jiajun cut off seven high-speed bullets with just one knife. What kind of strength does it take? What kind of accuracy? What kind of speed? Is the warrior who cultivates internal strength so terrible?

The terrible thing was not over yet. A white light flashed like a magnificent light passing through the sky and the earth. It was like the thunder God's thunder, and the anger of the lightning god brought up a thin body and thrust hard on the hard wall on the third floor, revealing only a short hilt.

The Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun was angry at the sneak attack of Shadow Xiaoda. In anger, he stabbed the shadow on the wall with one knife. Of course, it was not only Xiaoda's body, but also his fire of life.

After killing the shadow, the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun did not go back his treasure sword, but walked towards Wu Da with a chilling chill. His hands slowly waved, even if someone who didn't understand the inside story, he could see that he wanted to take Wu Da's life on the third floor.

At this time, Wu Da kept shaking, thinking that a weed in the autumn wind had life, but the end was the moment when the cold winter came.

Faced with the threat at the end of his life, as the gangster boss of Sui City, the underground emperor who once stood out as a high-ranking man, could judge life and death in one sentence. He was afraid, he was afraid.

When a person has everything that others have never had, his desire for his own life is beyond the level of ordinary people.

He, Wu Da, the underworld boss in Sui City, loves his life very much.

Maybe he hadn't realized it before. But now, he realized that he wanted to live, he wanted to live, he didn't want to die. Even if he lost everything, he didn't want to die.

"Pu" Wu Da knelt down, kneeled down with fear on his face, and kneeled down with tears on his face. The arrogance, the glory, the former king of the underworld in Sui City, who was feared by cold people, knelt down, and kneeled down deeply!

It is not only his body that kneels down, but also his pride!

"Please, please, Brother Zheng, Master Zheng, spare me and let me go. It was all my fault before, it was all my fault. I am willing to repay it, and I am willing to give everything. Master Zheng, I will give my things

I will devote all my assets to you, and I will give you all my property, just ask you to spare my life."

While crying, Wu Da kept lowering his once arrogant head and kowtowed to the ground.

Now, Wu Da deeply realized: what gangster bosses, underground emperors, and huge powers are all turned into nothingness once they face the internal martial artists who can determine life and death.

In the past, a fellow practitioner advised him that if he wanted to develop safely and steadily, he must hire an internal martial artist. Otherwise, if an accident occurs, no matter how powerful or territory you are, your thug will be easy.

At that time, Wu Da didn't take the persuasion seriously. Now, he knew and regretted it, but it was too late.

If he is given another chance, even if it is a small chance, even if it costs half of his assets. No, even if it is all the assets, he will also worship an internal martial artist who can be comparable to the Blood Sword.

Regret! Regret! Wu Da regrets now that he has no regrets! His life is about to be lost and he is about to leave him.

Looking at Wu Da who knelt in front of him, looking at Wu Da who was kowtowing frequently, the underworld boss of Sui City and this former "brother". Blood Knife asked lightly:

"You want to beg for mercy? You want to give everything?"

The cold words are filled with the tone of the emperor.

Yes, Zheng Jiajun is now the emperor who is in charge of Wu Da's life and death; the Blood Knife standing in the middle of the third floor becomes the underworld emperor of Sui City.

The arrogant and arrogant look showed that Zheng Jiajun was about to become the gang leader in Sui City and even T Province.

"Yes, yes, Master Zheng, I beg for mercy, I admit defeat, I hand over everything I have, I only ask you to spare my life."

With Wu Da kowtowing and admitting defeat, the third floor was silent. It turned out that the six gold medal thugs who had fallen to the ground were injured, and Wu Da, who rushed up from the second floor, stood around with fear like fear, and his lower waist showed obedience and obedience at this time.

As for Liu Zhao and his two were standing by the window on the third floor, their location showed their attitude of being out of the matter.

What surprised the Blood Knife was the young man who had been facing him all the time. Since he entered the third floor, the young man turned his head and never looked at the situation on the field again. Instead, he kept facing out the window, as if something more exciting happened outside the window.

This indifferent situation can't help but attract Zheng Jiajun's attention. With his years of experience in traveling around the world, such a person is either an ignorant person pretending to be a B, or a real expert.

But calculating the age of this young man, he is only in his early twenties at most. Could he be a strange person with a profound cultivation level?

Although it aroused the suspicion of the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun, the degree of it was a little faint. He looked at Wu Da, who begged for mercy like a dog, and the feeling of revenge in his heart filled his chest.

"Beg for mercy? Give all yours? Wu Da, don't you think you are ridiculous? Don't you think you are ignorant? You lose and you lose. Even if you don't give everything, will everything be mine? Don't worry, I will let you go with peace of mind and not let you feel pain. I will dedicate your head to the tomb of my former brother. Don't worry, it won't hurt. Just one moment, and after one moment, you will meet your ancestors. Remember, your head was cut off by my blood knife Zheng Jiajun."

After saying that, he laughed and showed how happy and so refreshing the bleeding knife was!

As facial smiles continue to accumulate, the blood knife scabbard in Zheng Jiajun's hand slowly

The rise is as slow as the slow motion in the video.

Although the blood knife scabbard is dull, who can be sure that a dull scabbard cannot kill people?

Not to mention the dull scabbard, even a dead branch is no less than a bladed steel knife in the hands of a warrior who has great internal strength.

At this time, the Blood Knife was particularly willing to appreciate the gradually increasing fear on Wu Da's face. Every increase in fear line increased his pleasure.

Suddenly, a faint and cold voice sounded without a trace of emotional fluctuations, as plain as if explaining an instruction manual.

"Wu Da, five million, as long as you are willing to pay the same five million, I can give you a chance to survive."

Before his words disappeared into the air, Zheng Jiajun paused the blood knife in the air and his eyes swept towards the window.

Yes, the one who spoke was the young man standing by the window, but he had already turned around and faced Zheng Jiajun.

As for when he turned around, Zheng Jiajun, who had been paying attention to the entire third floor, did not feel it. It seemed that this young man was always facing him.

"Who? Dare to mount my blood knife, Zheng Jiajun's Liangzi?"

A loud shout came from Zheng Jiajun's mouth, but how could there be a hint of doubt in the explosive drink? This doubt is a surprise to unknown things.

"Who? Let me think about it, oh, I remembered it. My name is Zhao Dabao. Yes, it is Zhao Dabao. Wu Da spent 100,000 yuan to hire him. It is said that he is going to deal with a rival of his. Could it be you? Oh, Boss Wu, why have you kneeled down? Forgot to ask, is the person you want to deal with standing in front of you?"

Zhao Dabao, who was standing by the window leisurely, said expressionlessly, as if he was talking about an unusually ordinary thing. As for the blood, corpses, and the fragments of furniture everywhere, it was nothing like that in his eyes.

"You hired him for 100,000 yuan? So who's the two boxes of money on the ground? You won't say it's the money for hiring Feng Quanyi's disciples, right?"

The Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun's face was full of incredible ideas, and his questions were pointed at Wu Da who was kneeling on the ground.

As a boss in the underworld in Sui City, he has been in trouble for decades and can understand the questions in the Blood Knife Words at once.

From Zheng Jiajun's tone, he clearly felt that his intention to guard Zhao Dabao was far more cautious than Heihou Feng Quanyi. Even though he couldn't believe that Zhao Dabao would be stronger than Heihou, he still had another bet between life and death.

A howling sounded in miserable sense of determination: "Mr. Zhao, as long as you take action to save my life, I will definitely pay Mr. Five million."

"Five million, young man, I advise you to think carefully. The black monkey Feng Quanyi also came with the help of the punch, but he didn't have the chance to get it. Look around and look at the corpses on the wall. Young man, will you be stronger than the black monkey? Will you be stronger than the bullet?"

Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun explained the situation on the field patiently, abnormally.

In this case, he did not believe that this young man was an ignorant young man pretending to be a B. At this time, he would pretend to be a B. On the other hand, if he was an ordinary person, would he pretend to be a B.

Zhao Dabao had no favors to Wu Da from the bottom of his heart, but he agreed to Liu Zhao to participate in this dispute. If he did not intervene at all, it would not be the case.

Besides, after seeing a warrior with great internal strength in this secular world, his original positioning of the Earth Star cultivation world became clearer.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!