Godly Dragon Guard

Chen Zifeng's face was full of gloom. He didn't bother to explain. He pointed at Shen Lang who had just walked in and snorted: "Keep an eye on that kid, don't let him get away!"

After saying that, Chen Zifeng couldn't wait to go upstairs to take a shower, and the two Ma Zi also walked up holding Hua Die.

The three people in the hall turned to Shen Lang who walked in.

Without saying anything, Shen Lang sat on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"Boy, who are you? Where are you from?" The burly man with a short head glanced at Shen Lang and shouted angrily.

"Young man has no right to talk to me." Shen Lang didn't even look at the muscular man with a short head.

"Why are you talking to me? You are looking for death!" The burly man with a short hair was furious. He was about to rush forward when he was stopped by the monk next to him.

"Amitabha, look at the donor's steady steps and extraordinary momentum, he must be a master!" The thin monk said with his hands clasped together.

"Fart! Baldy, you said he was a master, why didn't I see that?" shouted the burly man with a short head.

"Okay, don't make any noise!" Another man dressed in smart clothes yelled.

Shen Lang glanced at the three people in the hall, locked his eyes on the monk, and frowned: "Are you a disciple of Wanlong Temple? Why do you want to be a lackey of the Black Dragon Society?"

The monk's face changed slightly, and he clasped his hands and said, "The young monk is indeed from Wanlong Temple, but he has returned to secular life long ago. The young monk is not a lackey of the Black Dragon Society."

"For the sake of your background in Wanlong Temple, I can spare your life today. You can go!" Shen Lang waved his hand and said calmly.

Fajiang was also born in Wanlong Temple. The monks of Wanlong Temple have a "swastika" notch on their necks. Fajiang also has it.

"Amitabha, Mr. Zifeng and Miss Huadie have saved the young monk's life. Please come and be safe."

"Then don't regret it later!" Shen Lang snorted coldly.

About ten minutes later, Chen Zifeng walked down from the second floor. He had just taken a shower and changed into a shirt. Hua Die also woke up early, took a bath, and also changed her clothes.

Thinking of what just happened, Hua Die felt sick, and her anger had reached its limit.

Their expressions were extremely gloomy.

Glancing at Shen Lang, who was sitting on the sofa in the hall with his legs crossed, his delicate body was trembling with anger: "Shen Lang, I'm going to chop you up!"

"Huadie, calm down first, this kid can't escape." Chen Zifeng whispered.

Although Hua Die is usually ruthless, she surprisingly listens to Chen Zifeng's words. She didn't act rashly.

Shen Lang held the jade box in his right hand, stood up from the sofa, and said with a grin: "Okay, Chen Zifeng, you asked me to come here just to let these mobs deal with me?"

Chen Zifeng gritted his teeth and said: "Shen Lang, I, Chen Zifeng, admire your courage, but you really bully others too much. I have always been very reasonable, and grievances in the world are resolved in the ways of the world. Well, if you can defeat these masters one by one, I will I obey you! Otherwise, you will have to answer here today!"

"Chen, do you really think I'm afraid of this rubbish? Needless to say, let's get rid of all this rubbish!"

Shen Lang twisted his neck. This level of exercise could not even be considered a warm-up exercise.

Seeing Shen Lang's fearless look, Chen Zifeng was also frightened and doubtful.

However, Shen Lang's performance last time was at most about the same level as Hua Die.

"Shen Lang, since you said so, don't blame me for being cruel." Chen Zifeng had a sinister look on his face, pointing at Shen Lang and said: "Why are you still standing there, let's get together!"

"I'll stab you to death!"

Huadie gritted her silver teeth, turned her hands, showed two daggers, and rushed towards Shen Lang like an arrow from a string.

The burly man with a short head was closest to Shen Lang, with a cruel smile on his lips, and he was the first to pounce. The thin monk stepped forward quickly and rushed forward.

Another man in well-dressed clothes had a cold look in his eyes. He waved one hand and threw three nail heads.

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Shen Lang's mouth. Using a hidden weapon in front of him was like playing tricks on others.

"Boohoo!"

Shen Lang didn't even look at it. He stretched out his right hand like lightning and grabbed the head of the nail that was coming from the air.

The three nail heads were firmly clamped by Shen Lang's fingers. Shen Lang snorted and threw the nail heads out again.

"Pfft!"

Three nail heads instantly penetrated the chest of the well-dressed man, and blood surged. There were three large holes in the chest, and the three nail heads were driven deeply into the wall behind him.

"You..." The man in the suit opened his eyes wide and pointed at Shen Lang. He screamed one last time and fell into a pool of blood.

The whole process took less than half a second, and Shen Lang killed one person instantly, overwhelming everyone.

At this moment, another strong man with a short head was close to Shen Lang, but he was horrified to find that his companion's body had been penetrated by three nail heads.

The burly man with a short head finally showed a look of fear on his face, and felt a little timid in his heart.

The corner of Shen Lang's mouth showed a arrogant arc, the jade box took off his hand, and a bloody long knife fell into his hand.

Touching the blade of the Blood Drinking Knife, Shen Lang's eyes showed a hint of sharpness: "It is indeed a good knife."

Seeing Shen Lang touching the knife absentmindedly, the short-haired man thought he had caught the flaw, slapped it with his palm, and yelled: "Die to me!"

Showing the blood-drinking knife, Shen Lang felt a little hot in his heart. The master finally gave him a good thing.

It's just a good time to try the sword with these guys, and let these guys understand the difference in strength.

"Blood kill!"

Shen Lang circulated his true energy, shouted loudly, and waved the blood-drinking knife twice in the air, launching the strongest move of the Seven Killing Knife style!

The violent sword energy swept around Shen Lang's body, and the blood-drinking knife in his hand was surrounded by a storm.

Hua Die and the monk were so shocked that they couldn't help but stop each other, feeling that Shen Lang's momentum had risen to an unmatched level.

"drink!"

Shen Lang was not polite, shouted lowly, and slashed at the strong man with a short head.

"Boom!"

The huge sword energy roared, and the violent roar shook the heaven and earth, covering all the surrounding sounds. It was like a big earthquake.

The sword energy swallowed up the strong man with a short head, and instantly cut the man's body into pieces!

The violent sword energy rushed forward, causing the entire ground to become cratered. The front desk of the nightclub was directly destroyed by the sword energy, making a deafening roar.

After the blow, a layer of flying ash and blood mist filled the surroundings, and all you could see was a large pool of blood on the ground. The strong man with an inch-headed head was already a mess of flesh and blood, and even his bones were cut into pieces!

Seeing this unbelievable scene, Huadie opened her eyes wide and started to tremble a little! What kind of martial arts is this? It’s simply terrifying!

A group of horse boys around were scared to death.

Chen Zifeng's scalp was numb. He never dreamed that Shen Lang could be so tyrannical. Is this really the power that a human being can have?

The monk was not timid. He turned his right hand and slapped Shen Lang with a big yin and yang hand. (To be continued)