I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Amidst the screams, it seemed that Zhang Heng was really worried about Zhang Heng's intrepid marksmanship. The existence in the cabinet did not dare to extend its own tentacles outside.

However, even though the opponent was already afraid of Zhang Heng's avoidance, Zhang Heng was not prepared to spare him.

He suddenly stepped on the ground under his feet, and appeared in front of the closet in the next instant, and then shot through the closet door and entered into the closet.

And at the moment when the door of the closet was broken open by the rotten silver gun in Zhang Heng's hand, a strange and inexplicable sound suddenly sounded in the closet. In the harmony sound, I don't know how many shots also suddenly penetrated the door of the closet. , And attacked Zhang Heng who was close at hand with the whole body drug damage.

"Want to win with an overwhelming amount?"

Zhang Hen looked at the closet in front of him, and a strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "How can it be possible for you to succeed?"

While speaking, Zhang Heng suddenly held a gun in his right hand and continued to stab into the closet.

At the same time, the five fingers of his left hand squeezed like a gun, and instantly began to tremble rapidly.

In the next moment, he had already slashed towards the tentacles that were overwhelming.

Ding Ding Ding, the bone spurs at the top of the tentacle hit Zhang Heng's left hand, unexpectedly making a weird sound of gold and iron.

Feeling the strength of his left hand, Zhang Heng couldn't help but sigh with the powerful lifting ability of the Xuan-level inferior forging method.

Zhang Heng only felt that, with his current body, even if he grabbed a rhino and gave the other party horns against his body, he would not suffer any harm in the slightest!

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi...

And there are many tentacles that do not hit Zhang Heng's left hand with bone spurs, but directly touch the tough body like an octopus foot with Zhang Hen's left hand.

Then an incredible scene appeared.

Zhang Heng’s left hand is obviously nothing but flesh and blood, but at this time it seems to be sharper than a long knife. As long as you don’t cut it on the bone spurs at the top of the shot, then no matter where you cut it, the other tentacles that will be attacked will come. In the frightening "chichi" sound, Zhang Hen's left hand was smashed with bare hands.

Everyone stared at Zhang Heng's left hand incredibly, and at the tentacles of the weird thing that Zhang Heng had cut to the ground.

Zhang Heng in front of everyone, like an unreal existence, is constantly attacking and beheading.

The continuous tentacles were cut down by Zhang Heng in a battle.

Then Zhang Heng stepped out at will, like stepping on a bed bug, stepping on the struggling half of the tentacles into a pool of fleshy mud.

In a blink of an eye, countless shots burst out from the broken door of the closet. In the next instant, it seemed that Zhang Heng's body was going to penetrate into a sieve.

However, nothing happened in the end.

On the contrary, it is the countless tentacles, which are decreasing, decreasing, and decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye at this time.

Suddenly, it will be out of sight.

Obviously, the weird existence in the closet seemed to feel that his situation was a little bit bad.

But so what?

By now, Zhang Heng wanted to kill the strange existence in front of him.

By now, the life and death of that weird existence can no longer tolerate the other party's own decision.

Only Zhang Heng can decide the life and death of the other party.

Although others can't see the fierce battle in the closet, with the help of "potential", Zhang Heng is insightful to everything in the closet, and there are no details or flaws that can escape Zhang Heng's golden eyes!

By this time, the weird existence in the closet had already begun to scream with extreme trepidation.

However, screaming can't save its life. Who will let it? It attacked Zhang Heng and Zhang Heng's team members before.

Attacking one's own people is tolerable or unbearable!

The strange existence in the closet, the sound made at this time was pleading and humble.

In order to survive, Jing seems to have begun to admit defeat to Zhang Heng.

"Do you want to admit defeat?" Zhang Heng looked at the closet in front of him, but in the closet, there was almost a weird existence that had been cut off by him.

Zhang Heng seemed to want to meditate, but in the next moment, the rotten silver spear in his right hand suddenly pierced out, and with a pop, it had penetrated the weird existence in the closet.

Obviously, the weird existence in the closet had never expected Zhang Heng to be able to find his hiding place with such precision, and with one attack, he hit the deadliest point of his body.

Immediately, everyone heard a sharp neighing sound from the closet.

This neighing sound is extremely complex, with hatred for the infinite distance that attacked it, fear and weakness of Zhang Heng's terrorist power, and the cowardice and cowardice who want to survive and survive...

But the sound came abruptly and stopped even more quickly.

Everyone only saw that there were a few Zhang Heng holding the spear tightly, and they suddenly trembled. The next moment, in the closet, there was no more screaming.

Subsequently, Zhang Heng took back the spear in his hand.

Everyone suddenly saw that the top of Zhang Heng's rotten silver spear was actually picking the head of an unknown monster at this time.

This monster was born like an octopus, and there were so many eyes on his forehead.

At this moment, the black and white eyes with the size of soybeans were looking at Zhang Heng, the owner of the rotten silver gun.

Everyone didn't know where this guy's mouth was, but they could hear that there was a faint gasping sound coming out of this guy's body.

Under this guy, there were countless large and small tentacles, but at this time they had been cut off one by one by Zhang Heng's spear just now.

It looks terrible.

Every eye of this guy looked at Zhang Heng, with a humanized look of prayer, repeatedly asking Zhang Heng to spare him his life.

However, the expression on Zhang Heng's face remained unchanged, as before, with a blank expression on his face.

Zhang Heng always likes to be kind to others.

He would never rely on himself to be better than others, so he must beat others up, or kill them directly.

He is determined not to do this kind of thing, but he is not a soft persimmon either.

It's not just a guy who runs out and bullies him, he will be beaten on the left cheek, and he will go deep in the right cheek and beat him.

What's more, this octopus-like guy not only started with Zhang Heng, but also really wanted to kill Zhang Heng. The most important thing is that he actually killed a member of Zhang Heng's team before that. , In this way, between the two, there is no room for easing the one sent to you.

There is a saying that Zhang Heng has always liked, treating friends as warm as spring, and treating enemies as cruel and ruthless like eye movements.

Well, it's probably a similar sentence.

Therefore, facing the countless small eyes of the other party, Zhang Heng was not reluctant, and the gun in his hand was suddenly filled with weird strength. In an instant, the body of the rotten silver gun began to tremble like a dancing silver dragon. .

And at the moment when the spear in Zhang Heng's hand really grew up, the strange body in the cabinet that was held by his spear, under the skin, instantly began to resemble a violent wind and a heavy rain in the ocean, and began to fluctuate violently. Ups and downs.

When the fluctuation of that weird body reached its maximum, the next moment, with a puff, this weird octopus-like body had suddenly turned into a thick red blood mist, which filled half of the room.

The weird existence left on Zhang Heng's spear disappeared.

After killing the strange existence in this closet, Zhang Heng turned around. Look at the direction of the shopkeeper Xian Zhang.

The situation of treasurer Zhao cannot be unsafe, and now he is still being held by the man under Huang Gong, with the tip of the long sword in his hand against the center of his eyebrows.

The cold and sharp point of the sword was tightly attached to Shopkeeper Zhao's brow skin, and the sharp peak had cut through Shopkeeper Zhao's skin, drawing a little blood on the center of his brow. The piercing pain was spreading throughout Zhao's shopkeeper through the wound in the center of his eyebrows.

However, the expression on Shopkeeper Zhao's face is still indifferent, as if he feels that the thing that is now against his eyebrows, staring at a sharp sword that can take his life at any time like a bag, but a weak weed, or a A feather without lethality.

Shopkeeper Zhao not only was not scared by the long sword against his eyebrows, but he seemed to have become more relieved and more at ease.

Gong Huang’s men smashed the teacup in his hand with a sword before, and he was not angry, so he changed a new teacup from the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and looked at Zhang Heng. Walking step by step, Shopkeeper Zhao actually toasted Zhang Heng's cup of tea from far away, and then took a sip and watched Zhang Heng walk towards him blankly with a smile.

From the look of Shopkeeper Zhao, you know that although the person under the palace is good at it, it is his turn to torture a confession. Obviously, he is not an expert, so that until now, Shopkeeper Zhao still hasn't said a word of useful news.

But Huang Gong's perseverance is good, even knowing that he may have been doing useless work, but he can persevere in it.

So that the shopkeeper Zhao now drank a bit of tea and drank a little trembling, like walking on thin ice, like facing the abyss, for fear that the opponent's hand would shake, he sent the long sword forward in his hand, which directly ended his life.

Zhang Heng came to the shopkeeper Zhang, took a look at Huang Gong's next to him, and said, "How's it going?"

Hearing what Zhang Heng said, his face flushed with shame, and he said, "It's an old oily man. I pointed a sword at his head, and he refused to say a word."

Zhang Heng nodded, patted the other party's right hand holding the long sword slightly, and motioned to the other party to put down the long sword in his hand. The man glanced at the shopkeeper Zhao, who was grinning, and took away the long sword in his hand. Zhang Heng next to him is ready to see how Zhang Heng deals with the shopkeeper Zhao in front of him.