A series of bullets flew out to Zhang Yang's right side. He controlled the motorboat and suddenly changed direction and turned into the right side of the warehouse. The bullets chased him, leaving clear gun holes on the walls of the warehouse.

The two motorboats in front were surrounded by Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang saw it clearly. There was a thin steel wire between the two motorboats. The two ends of the steel wire were held by one person. When running at high speed, it was easy to ignore the steel wire in the middle. If you choose to rush through the other party, you will definitely be blocked into the water.

Zhang Daren roared, and his speed instantly increased to the maximum. Then he pulled the rudder and jumped into the air, about two meters away from the water surface, avoiding the steel cable that intended to intercept him.

He was in mid-air and controlled the direction with one hand. He pulled out the submachine gun on his waist and aimed at the motorboat below and shot down from a condescending strafing.

With a loud bang, one of the motorboats was hit by the fuel tank by bullets, and exploded on the water surface, forming a huge fireball. The other motorboat was also impacted by the explosion. Two Japanese warriors on the motorboat were shocked and flew out and hit the warehouse wall on the right.

There were no bullets in the submachine gun. Zhang Yang threw away the submachine gun and controlled the motorboat to fall on the water with both hands. He turned around and looked back. The fireball formed by the explosion of the motorboat was instantly annihilated by the tide.

An invisible cold air spread from above. Zhang Yang raised his head and saw a Japanese ninja in white standing at the top of the roof of the warehouse. His entire face was almost covered, and only his falcon-like eyes were exposed. The cold light looked directly at Zhang Yang's face, with his feet standing at the top of the roof, condescending and arrogant.

Zhang Yang looked at him with interest, and from the other party's aura he had already felt that the opponent was extraordinary.

The white-clothed ninja raised his hand and two projectiles shot towards the water surface in front of Zhang Yang. The projectile had already exploded before it fell into the water. The green flame instantly blocked Zhang Yang's way forward.

Zhang Yang wanted to change direction, and Bai endured the projectiles one after another, surrounding Zhang Yang in the green flame.

Zhang Yang nodded. His body jumped up, and his right hand patted the wall of the warehouse and repeated it several times in a row. His body was approaching the roof of the warehouse.

The white-clothed ninja pulled out the Oriental Knife behind him, held up his hands high, and held the Oriental Knife over his head, slashed with all his strength, and the blade slashed towards Zhang Yang, who was still in the air. He stood on a high ground, with his feet standing on the ground, and he was calm and calm, and Zhang Yang was in the void, without a place to stand on his feet. Compared with the two, the advantages and disadvantages of the situation are one day.

When the other party used his sword, his body had already rotated to the right, and he moved about two meters close to the wall of the warehouse. These two meters had completely escaped from the other party's blade.

The oriental sword was covered with a layer of green flame. With one knife, the sword energy actually left a knife mark close to three meters on the wall of the warehouse.

Zhang Yang seized the opportunity when the other party had used the knife and leaped into the air again. This time he ascended to the top of the other party's head.

The white-clothed ninja had a backcutting knife in his hand, then his feet slid rapidly on the roof, retreating for more than ten meters. Wherever the blade passed, a green flame flew out of the blade and wrapped around Zhang Yang's body.

Zhang Daguanren slapped out his palm, and the palm wind and the green flame collided first, and the waves were muffled, and the green flame was split into dozens of small flames, falling on the roof and still burning.

Zhang Yang's feet successfully landed on the roof. Looking at the burning green flames under his feet, Zhang Yang nodded and said, "The sword technique is not very good, there are many things that bluff. Is this flame poisonous?"

The white-clothed ninja was standing ten meters away from Zhang Yang. The flames on the blade had been extinguished, rippling in his hands like a pool of autumn water.

Zhang Yang frowned. As the green flame burned out, he could still smell a fishy smell in the air. Many corroded patches appeared in the place where the flame burned out on the roof. This white-clothed ninja was obviously not an open-minded person. Even if an ordinary person was not plotted by his green poisonous flame, he would still be injured in this strange gas.

Zhang Daguanren has already practiced the Mahayana rituals to a considerable level, so he will naturally not be afraid of this taste.

The white-clothed ninja grabbed the knife horizontally, then took a big step forward, waved two consecutive Eastern swords, rushed towards Zhang Yang with great strides, and stabbed forward. The human swords were combined into one, forming an invincible Eastern sword.

Zhang Yang snorted coldly, paused his right foot, and his internal force spread along the roof of the warehouse. The roof under his feet cracked and spread quickly forward.

The white-clothed ninja had just rushed halfway, and the roof under his feet had broken open, revealing a hole. He stepped on the air, and the knife in his hand changed direction and stabbed the ridge in front. The blade bent like a bow under the joint pressure of the ridge and body. When the blade straightened again, his body used the rebounding power to fly backwards and return to the starting point where he had just started.

Zhang Yang repelled his attack without taking any action.

The white-clothed ninja inserted the oriental sword into the scabbard behind him, then opened his hands and dozens of caltrops roared at Zhang Yang. They either flew high, danced low, or walked straight or twisted, blocking Zhang Yang's possible escape from all directions.

Zhang Daguan smiled disdainfully, his white and neat teeth were particularly eye-catching in the dark night. When he paused under his feet, the tiles on the roof of the warehouse rose from the ground. A tingling sound came from the scene, and all the caltrops were blocked by the tiles.

The hidden weapons on the white-clothed ninja were emerging one after another. As soon as the caltrops were blocked, he threw out green incendiary bombs one after another.

Zhang Yang said angrily: "I won't get rid of the tiles for three days!" He grabbed a tiles in his hand and threw them out like a frisbee. Bang! With a thud, he hit the white ninja's face accurately. This time, the trick was so deep that the white ninja's face was blooming. The white cloth that was originally covered with nosebleeds was instantly stained with nosebleeds.

Zhang Daguanren grinned and said, "I'm seeing red? Come again!" Another big tiles flew over.

The white-clothed ninja hurriedly pulled out the Eastern Sword to slash the tiles, but Zhang Daren threw out another one on the other side. The tiles behind were far more powerful than the one before. The two tiles had already collided before they came to the White-clothed ninja. The ground was smashed into pieces, and the broken rubble was shrouded like rain in the sky. Even if the white-clothed ninja had great ability, they could not stop Zhang Daren's full-strength attack. He felt that his body was pierced by millions of bullets. He screamed, and the Eastern Sword in his hand was leaning on the ground, and his body was covered with blood holes. If he had not relied on the support of the Eastern Sword, he would have fallen down long ago.

Zhang Daguan Ren said: "We Chinese are our ancestors when playing with hidden weapons!"

The white-clothed ninja took a step forward tremblingly, raised the Eastern Sword in his hand, as if he wanted to launch the last attack, but his body lost its balance and rolled down from the roof of the warehouse.

Zhang Daguan Ren sighed and said, "I'm paralyzed, why are these turtle grandsons so overestimated their abilities..."

Before he finished speaking, a thunder broke through the black sky, and then a muffled thunder sounded beside him, which made the Lord Zhang shudder and the sound of wind like a beast roar came from afar.

A woman's voice came faintly from the sound of the wind. Zhang Daren listened to it. The sound was intermittent in the night wind and was shattered by the sound of wind and rain. However, he still recognized that it was Qiao Mengyuan's voice: "Zhang Yang...where are you? Zhang Yang!"

Zhang Yang heard it correctly. It was Qiao Mengyuan. After Zhang Yang left, she stayed in the mound highland to help maintain order. Cheng Yandong was injured and returned. Qiao Mengyuan only learned about the attack. The police at the scene couldn't stand it. When Cheng Yandong contacted the reinforcements, Qiao Mengyuan secretly drove a speedboat over. She had searched in this water for more than ten minutes, but still did not see Zhang Yang's figure. The wind and rain were getting heavier and heavier, and the waves seemed much bigger than before. The speedboat kept jogging in the water. Qiao Mengyuan was worried and scared. She, who had always been strong, couldn't help crying at this time: "Zhang Yang! Zhang Yang... don't leave me..." The speedboat seemed to have encountered something. Qiao Mengyuan picked up the hand lamp and shone it down, but saw a pale face of dead people, which scared her to scream loudly.

"Mengyuan!" Qiao Mengyuan raised her head. She saw the light at the top of the warehouse. She saw the figure that was blurred in the wind and rain, but still strong and strong. Qiao Mengyuan covered her lips and cried, tears flowing freely, but she knew that she was happy at this moment.

Zhang Yang flew down from the top of the warehouse, gently tapped his toes on the floating corpse, came to the speedboat, and came to Qiao Mengyuan. The two of them looked at each other in the wind and rain, and suddenly rushed up at the same time, hugging each other tightly. Their bodies had been wet by the wind and rain, but their hearts were extremely hot. Zhang Yang looked for Qiao Mengyuan's lips, and Qiao Mengyuan took the initiative to cater to Zhang Yang's lips like never before, kissed Zhang Yang's lips, and offered a fragrant tongue.

The successive thunder sounds made the couple who were immersed in happiness wake up. Zhang Yang looked up at the sky. The sky was like golden snakes dancing, sometimes bright like daytime, and sometimes silent into endless darkness.

Qiao Mengyuan said in a panic: "Will there be a typhoon?"

Zhang Yang shook his head, but deep melancholy appeared in his eyebrows. He whispered: "Leave here first."

Qiao Mengyuan handed him the speedboat. At this time, lightning and thunder suddenly stopped, the wind and rain became smaller, and the whole world suddenly became silent, so quiet that they could clearly hear each other's breathing.

Zhang Yang's mood did not relax at all. For some reason, he felt an indescribable depression. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!