Super Urban Master

"Shoo." With a sound, the bullet flew over Qin Hao's ear, bringing a few drops of blood. Qin Hao felt severe pain in his ears, and he knew that his ears were broken.

This foreigner is not a warrior, but he faced a warrior, and when the warrior suddenly fell from the sky, he hurriedly shot the bullet from the gun and hit the target, maybe he was almost shot dead.

If they were ordinary gunmen, they didn't even have a chance to shoot, let alone hit the target. Qin Hao himself had to admit that this was a master, and such a gunman must be first-rate in the world. The Zuo family must have spent a lot of money to invite him to sit here, and only the Zuo family had such financial resources.

If Qin Hao hadn't advanced to the ranks, he would kill one person into the Zuo family, let alone the warriors of the Zuo family, even if he met this person, he might be dead.

Qin Hao was injured, frightened and angry. His anger quickly gained the upper hand. Even though his silver needle had already shot into the opponent's forehead, he still raised his fist in mid-air and slammed it at the foreigner's head fiercely. .

"Puff!" With a thud, blood splashed in his brain, although Qin Hao had deliberately turned his face to dodge, he was still splashed all over.

The foreigner's head was smashed, and he fell down with a "plop", his death was extremely ugly and cruel.

The few bodyguards from the Zuo family who had just rushed over saw the foreigner's miserable appearance. They shuddered and hurriedly stopped. As Qin Hao, who was covered in blood, looked at them, they all backed away in fright.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot everyone." A man shouted with courage, but he fell to the ground before he raised his gun.

"Say, where is your Patriarch?" Qin Hao had a murderous expression on his face, and forced him towards the still alive. He asked coldly, that fierce expression, coupled with the blood on his body, was like a murderous god.

"Who is so bold to break into my left house and make trouble."

There was no need for them to answer, and an angry shout came. In the sound of "Hulala", Zuo Kun held his favorite ivory cane and rushed out of the back room aggressively surrounded by a group of people.

Qin Hao had seen Zuo Kun once in the hospital, and when he saw the ivory cane, he was sure that this person was Zuo Kun, the head of the Zuo family.

There were more than 20 people in the group that rushed out, plus a few originally here, and a total of more than 30 people. Under Qin Hao’s spiritual sense, these people did not have a warrior, but he did not dare to be careless. I met the foreigner who used the gun just now.

As soon as Zuo Kun came out, he saw the people from the Zuo family lying down all over the floor, especially after seeing the foreigner whose head was smashed, and there was a storm in his heart. Is this person so powerful? When he looked at Qin Hao, he found that he was very familiar. He soon remembered who it was. He had watched it in surveillance video countless times, "Are you Qin Hao?"

Qin Hao stared at Zuo Kun as he was about to answer, but his spiritual sense discovered an abnormal situation, which was the cane in Zuo Kun's hand. There was something else inside the cane. In fact, it was a disguised offensive weapon. No wonder he was okay with that thing all day long. If others didn't pay attention, he might be tricked. Qin Hao wouldn't care about the stick if he had spiritual sense.

"Boy, you are very good. We didn't find you. You came to kill yourself." Seeing that Qin Hao didn't answer, Zuo Kun gritted his teeth and continued: "Originally, I only planned to kill you. But now you kill us. With so many people, I will destroy your family."

Qin Hao sneered, "I'm the only one in my house."

"You!" Zuo Kun also remembered. A few days ago, he sent someone to investigate Qin Hao's information, and the result was that this guy was an orphan abandoned by others, a bachelor, and a slightly closer person. It was Su Xue, but Su Xue couldn't move. The Zuo family is different, as a family of children, no matter how you fight against him, it's your own loss. A little bit of comfort is that he can use this opportunity to deal with Anjou and her Pandan Group.

"Old guy, stop talking nonsense, didn't you send people around to chase me down, now I'm here. Call out all the people from your left family, I will solve them together, I don't bother to look for them one by one."

"Hmph, hahaha, a big tone." Zuo Kun laughed angrily at Qin Hao's words. As soon as the laughter stopped, his face was murderous, and he gave a stern shout, and gave the order: "Kill me!"

"Bang bang bang."

A few people pulled the trigger, but Qin Hao had disappeared in place, and they couldn't even hit the afterimage. When they were still wondering what was going on, the dense silver needles swirled around with black air.咻咻" fell into their foreheads. The next moment there was a loud "plop" sound, and the thirty or so people around Zuo Kun all poured out in a few seconds, leaving only Zuo Kun standing there.

When Zuo Kun discovered that he was alone, his whole body trembled, his complexion changed drastically, and various expressions of shock, fear, panic, disbelief, etc. appeared on his face. How could this be possible? More than 30 elites from the Zuo family were killed in a flash. How did he do it? Is he a man or a ghost?

"You, you..." Zuo Kun trembling hands, raised his cane and pointed to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao rushed up the moment he lifted his cane, grabbed the cane in his hand, and kicked Zuo Kun on all fours.

"Huh, you are worthy of playing yin with Lao Tzu." As he said, Qin Hao's hands pressed hard, and with a "click", his stick was broken in two.

When Zuo Kun saw this scene, there was only despair on his face except despair. He did not expect that the person he provoked was a devil, and he could not deal with it at all. However, why this person is so powerful, he has already investigated clearly, he can't figure it out, he can't figure it out even after death. Of course, this is not the time to think about this, life-saving matters.

"Qin Hao, you don't kill me, it's all my fault, I shouldn't offend you. As long as you don't kill me, I will give you money, a lot of money, you know, my Zuo family has money."

Qin Hao shook his head and said blankly: "I'm sorry, if I don't kill you, I can't sleep. Only if I kill you, I can feel at ease."

"No, as long as you let me go, I swear I will never trouble you." Zuo Kun promised loudly.

"Will I believe your swear, a joke. I only believe in dead people." After speaking, he stopped talking nonsense, raised his hand, and shot three silver needles.

With three faint sounds of "ding, ding, ding", all the silver needles Qin Hao shot out were smashed into the air. A crutch suddenly appeared in the air and blocked the silver needle, saving Zuo Kun's life, and then an old man stood. In front of Zuo Kun.

Seeing the old man appearing, Zuo Kun was surprised, and he got up, "Old Ning, you are finally here. He is Qin Hao, who killed many of us, even your lover Zhu Er has been killed in his hands. Now.” The visitor was Ning Wuchen, the warrior in the Zuo family.

"What? My disciple is dead?" Ning Wuchen yelled and glanced over the corpse in the compound, and he found Zhu Er's body as expected.

"Disciple." Ning Wuchen was filled with grief and indignation. He stared at Qin Hao viciously for the first time, gritted his teeth and said: "My surname is Qin, I will tear you up to avenge my disciple!" Ning Wuchen roared, straight To make a move, Qin Hao had already made a move first, and the dozen silver needles turned into dozens of cold stars, as fast as lightning.

"Tmd." Ning Wuchen let out an angry scold, it was he who wanted revenge, okay, he was even more anxious than him. It was too late to rush forward and tear Qin Hao into pieces, blocking the silver needles first.

The silver needles came fast, fierce and numerous, and Ning Wuchen swept through with his walking stick and shot down most of them, but there were still a few silver needles that broke through his defense. Fortunately, he was experienced against the enemy, quickly dodged, avoiding the vital point, only let a silver needle hit his shoulder.

A tiny silver needle entered his shoulder. He thought it was fine. What he was shocked was Qin Hao's strength. He was angry just now and didn't pay attention to Qin Hao. Now he started to realize that Qin Hao Hao turned out to be a famous martial artist, and his strength was not weaker than him. No wonder he could kill his apprentice.

"Are you a martial artist?" Ning Wuchen glared at Qin Hao in shock. Even if he was a martial artist, at a young age, how could he have cultivated to this level of strength, you know, it took him decades to cultivate to "entry". What a great effort. If he knew that Qin Hao had only cultivated for a few months, he would at least pass away with anger, and he would be more popular than others.

Of course, if Qin Hao didn't have the chance to guard against the sky and knew how to use medicine to assist his cultivation, it would take decades to cultivate to his current strength.

Qin Hao didn't talk nonsense with him at all, he had already blasted out his palm, and when he came out, the black air was engulfed, and the yin wind burst into his bones.

Ning Wuchen also felt the death breath coming from the yin wind, and did not dare to neglect, raising the crutch in his hand and greeted him with that palm. As soon as the crutches hit, there was a sudden pain in the shoulder, and he lost half of his strength in an instant. Where the silver needle had entered just now, the black air was corroding the surrounding bones and flesh.

Ning Wuchen hadn’t understood what was going on, Qin Hao’s palm had already hit the crutch, and because of the crutch’s lack of strength, he was immediately blown away, and the palm continued to move forward with a "bang" sound. The bombardment hit Ning Wuchen's chest, and his entire chest was sunken.

Ning Wuchen didn't even make a scream, his body flew backwards like a flying cloud, hitting the wall behind and bounced out again, and then he made a loud noise and fell on the ground. On the ground.

However, he did not squint at all, and kept a breath with his will. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with spitefulness, "The Magic Shadow Door will not..., let go and let you go." After saying these last words, he closed his eyes and died of anger, but the matter It didn't end there, the **** cloud of evil spirits in his chest was like a huge mouth of a demon, swallowing his corpse at a fast speed.

Zuo Kun next to him saw that even his last reliance, Ning Wuchen, was dead, except for despair or despair. When he saw Ning Wuchen's corpse that was constantly corroding into pus in the black mist, his entire brain was numb, as if the bag was about to explode. He, who has always been aloof and pampered, has never seen such a horrible scene. Even if he died directly, he could still bear it, but he could no longer bear this kind of death.

"No, I don't want it, I don't want--."

Maybe this was Zuo Kun's last trace of courage, maybe his survival instinct, maybe he was crazy. He grabbed his head, screamed wildly, and ran outside desperately.