Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Fang Lang's words spread out and entered the ears of many pursuers.

All of a sudden, these people looked ugly, and their anger was beyond words.

For the Mafia, if they are provoked, they must pay it back twice. If there is no prestige, can everyone come and step on it in the future?

A middle-aged man in a suit walked out slowly. He tilted his head, stared at Fang Lang, and stopped when he walked in front of him, "Don't be too arrogant, kid, this world is not as naive as you think!"

"20 seconds." Fang Lang looked at the man with pity, "You are wasting your life, if you have the time to say these words, you should hurry up and say a word or two to your wife and children."

"I said don't be too arrogant, you don't understand, right?" The man's forehead burst into blue veins, his right hand stretched out from behind, a pitch-black pistol pointed at Fang Lang's head in the air, "Say, your boss is Who? If I am satisfied, I can consider breaking only one of your legs!"

Having a gun pointed at the head is something I haven't experienced in a long time.

Fang Lang laughed abruptly, "This is not a scary prop."

"what?"

"Don't understand? I said, pistols are not used to scare people," Fang Lang said coldly, "Put down the gun, kneel down and apologize, so that I can consider giving you a whole body."

Hearing this, the man was furious and his face became hideous, "Give me death! Choppy!"

boom!

With a gunshot, the bullet hung in a spiral trajectory and shot out of the barrel, over a short distance of tens of centimeters, towards Fang Lang's forehead.

However, Fang Lang seemed to have a premonition of the trajectory of the bullet, and with a slight movement of his head, he just avoided it.

The bullets flew almost against his ears.

"What!?" The man's pupils shrank, revealing a bit of horror, and he pulled the trigger again and again without hesitation.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

The sound of gunfire continued. If it were an ordinary person, it would have been shot into a hornet's nest. However, Fang Lang was calm in the rain of bullets, unable to see clearly with the naked eye. He just felt that the body of the person in front of him trembled, and the next moment, the bullet swept past the opponent.

"No, it's impossible!" The man stepped back in fright and continued to pull the trigger, but no one made any sound.

"It's over? I told you earlier, it's not a scary prop, because it can't scare people at all. If you want to scare me, at least bring an intercontinental missile." Fang Lang clicked his tongue and glanced at the pursuers, "522 people , it's good to have the domineering look of the king, forget it, the swordsmanship that you haven't used for a long time, it's okay to show a little hand."

Saying that, his hand in his pocket was blindly typing on the phone.

For a moment, a blade suddenly appeared in front of him. It was a rare and famous knife, one of the most powerful knives, a generation of ghosts.

As a top-level blade, people who love knives can see the extraordinaryness of a generation of ghosts at a glance.

"That sword... is quite bad." Nobunaga stood on the high slope with a serious expression, "This guy said he knows swordsmanship, but he didn't say it casually. The moment he took the sword, his momentum changed."

If Fang Lang in normal state seems to be no different from ordinary people, then Fang Lang holding a sword, even if he is unwilling, will exude a little fierce momentum.

His most basic and essential power is swordsmanship. He is a swordsman and a great swordsman.

"Is this guy really good at swordsmanship?" Madge said to himself in surprise: "The first thing I saw was that he used a sword."

The people in the brigade were observing very seriously and analyzing Fang Lang's power.

It's just that they couldn't imagine that Fang Lang's counterattack was only for a short moment, and even they could only see a vague sword shadow.

"Thirty seconds have passed, don't blame me for not giving you time, the world is like this, the weak eat the strong, and be a good person in the next life."

While speaking in a low voice, Fang Lang bowed slightly and assumed a posture of drawing his sword and slashing.

In an instant, the fierce killing intent from above the sword radiated, centered on Fang Lang, towards all pursuers, in a fan-shaped posture, wave after wave, like wind and waves.

This wind was a bone-shattering cold wind, and everyone who blew it felt the slightest chill, and in the throes of horror, everyone raised the guns in their hands with trembling.

"Die, die!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"Kill him!"

The roar was accompanied by the roar of gunfire, which broke out together.

Then in the next instant, everyone only felt a silver light flashed, and then the gunfire and roaring stopped abruptly.

In the quiet environment, only the sound of the blade returning to its sheath continued.

Fang Lang glanced at these people indifferently from the corner of his eyes, then turned and walked towards Gaopo.

When he turned around and took the third step, the tragedy broke out.

puff!

The blood sprayed from everyone, along with the detached upper body, dyed the ground of the Gordor desert red.

Five hundred and twenty-two people, they couldn't even see the attack, and they didn't even understand when they died.

Just at that moment, someone remembered those thirty seconds of language.

Really thirty seconds, not bad, not bad.

"This is..." Nobunaga took a deep breath and stood up in awe, "This swordsmanship, this guy, is a master class!"

Rao is that they are a brigade of evildoers, and this is the first time they have seen such an ornamental group killing swordsmanship.

Relentless and lethal, it can be said to be bloody beauty.

Killing is killing art.

"Ah, he's back." Finks whistled, as if friendly.

Fang Lang jumped lightly, jumped up a high slope more than ten meters high, and said to the seven people in this operation: "Wait, there should be pursuers behind, and when they find that everyone else is gone, naturally The Yin Beast will be notified."

"It makes sense, just wait a bit." Feitan rarely agreed with Fang Lang's words.

The others didn't say anything, Fang Lang showed a hand of swordsmanship, and immediately stunned them.

"How do you know how to use swordsmanship?" When she walked to Madge's side, she only asked in a low voice.

"I told you."

"I thought you were joking."

"how come."

"Why not? It's all your fault that you are so rude, and I can't believe the key words."

"Blame me?" Fang Lang rolled his eyes.

"It's not your fault." March rolled his eyes.

The two continued to communicate in low voices, ignoring the subtle glances of others. ..