Pirate's Infinite Wings

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

Suddenly, these people looked ugly, and their anger was beyond words.

As far as the Mafia is concerned, if it is provoked, it must be doubled back. If it loses its prestige, wouldn't anyone come to step on it in the future?

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

"Twenty seconds." Fang Lang looked at the man pityingly, "You are wasting your life. If you have the time to say these things, you should just say a few words to your wife and children."

"I said don't be too arrogant, don't you understand?" The man's forehead was violently blue, his right hand stretched out from behind, a dark pistol, pointed at Fang Lang's head in the air, "Say, your boss is Who? If I am satisfied, consider breaking your leg!"

It’s been a long time since someone pointed a gun to the head.

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

"what?"

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

Hearing this, the man became angry with his heart, his face became ugly, "Give me to die! Miscellaneous!"

boom!

A gun shot, the bullet hung in a spiral trajectory, shot out from the gun, over a distance of tens of centimeters, and headed towards Fang Lang's forehead.

However, Fang Lang seemed to have a foreboding the trajectory of the bullet, and he happened to escape with a slight movement of his head.

The bullet flew almost against his ear.

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

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

The gunshots continued, and if it were an ordinary person, he would be shot into a hornet's nest. However, Fang Lang was calm in this rain of bullets, unable to see clearly with the naked eye, but felt that the body of the person in front of him trembled, and the bullet passed by the opponent in the next moment.

"No, it's impossible!" The man stepped back in shock and continued to pull the trigger, but there was no sound.

"It's over? I told you earlier, it's not a scary item, because it can't scare people at all. If you want to scare me, at least take an intercontinental missile." Fang Lang shook his eyes and glanced over the pursuers, "522 people , It’s fine if you have an overlord look. Forget it, swordsmanship that hasn’t been used for a long time, just show off a little.”

As he said, he placed his hand in his pocket and entered the phone blindly.

For a moment, a sword blade suddenly appeared in front of him. It was a rare famous sword, one of the supreme sharp swords, a generation of ghosts.

As a top-level blade, people who love knives can see how extraordinary a generation is at a glance.

"That sword... is quite bad." Nobunaga, who was standing on the top of the slope, looked serious. "This guy says he knows how to use swordsmanship, not just casually. The moment he took the sword, his momentum changed."

If Fang Lang in his normal state seems to be no different from ordinary people, even if Fang Lang holding the sword is unwilling, he 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?" Markey muttered to herself in a little surprised: "At first glance he uses a sword."

The people in the brigade were watching and analyzing Fang Lang's strength very carefully.

However, they couldn't think of Fang Lang's counterattack. It was just a short moment, so fast that even them 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 will 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 a sword.

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

This wind was a scorching cold wind, and everyone who was blowing it felt chills. In the horror, everyone trembled and raised their guns.

"Die, die!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"Kill him!"

The roar was accompanied by the roar of gunfire and erupted together.

Then in the next instant, everyone felt a silver light flashing, and then the gunfire and roar stopped abruptly.

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

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

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

puff!

The blood sprayed on each person, along with the separated upper body, dyed the land of the Gordo Desert red.

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

In that moment, someone remembered the thirty seconds of language.

Sure enough, thirty seconds, one point is not bad, one point is a lot.

"This is..." Nobunaga took a deep breath and stood up in amazement, "This swordsmanship, this guy, is at a human level!"

Rao is that they are a wicked brigade, and this is the first time they have seen such an ornamental mass murderous swordsmanship.

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

Killing, all kills art.

"Ah, he's back." Finks whistled, seemingly friendly.

Fang Lang leaped slightly and jumped onto a high slope more than ten meters high. He said to the seven people in this action: "Wait, there should be chasers behind. When they find that the others are all destroyed, naturally Will inform Yin Beast."

"It makes sense, wait a moment." Fei Tan rarely agreed with Fang Lang's words.

The others didn't say anything, Fang Lang showed off his swordsmanship, and immediately stopped them.

"How do you know how to do swordsmanship?" When she walked to Marge, she only asked in a low voice.

"I told you."

"I thought you were joking."

"how come."

"Why not, I blame you for being too rude, and the key words make me unable to believe."

"Blam me?" Fang Lang rolled his eyes.

"Don't blame you." March gave a white glance.

The two continued to communicate in a low voice, regardless of the subtle eyes of other people...