Zhang Zihao was holding the Luo family's black iron heavy spear, standing on the spot like a killing god.
Behind him were all the broken corpses of Cao family warriors.
He has been in the garden, recuperating and resting.
In order not to disturb his recovery, Zhong Boyong did not call him out for tonight's battle. He was awakened by the sound of gunfire and fighting from outside. He immediately rolled up his spear and attacked and killed him!
"Zhong Garden, private land."
"Trespassers, die!"
Zhang Zihao's aura surged! Like a murderous god, he charged into the crowd with a gun. Those Cao family warriors who were still fierce before suddenly screamed again and again, blood filled the air, and the shadow of the gun flickered, making the entire garden gate.
It became ferocious.
Zhang Zihao didn't care who or how many people came... He was ordered by Lu Fan to guard this place, and there was only one thought in his mind: kill!
"Deputy Hall Master, save us!"
The group of Cao family warriors were killed by Zhang Zihao in a desperate manner and were completely defeated!
While running around with his head in his hands, he shouted loudly, seeking help from the middle-aged man.
"There is actually a master hiding there."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, suddenly raised his scarlet palm and slapped Zhang Zihao!
"Little brother, be careful!"
Seeing this, Zhong Boyong shouted loudly.
Zhang Zihao, who was in the midst of a killing spree, felt like the hairs on his back were standing on end!
Before I could make any reaction...
A scarlet palm gust directly hit the crowd!
boom!!!!
The palm wind exploded, and Zhang Zihao was blown away. Blood spurted out from his mouth, his face turned pale, and his back was almost shattered by this palm.
Fortunately, his body is different from ordinary people.
If it were an ordinary half-step master, he would be beaten to pulp under this palm!
Zhang Zihao fell to the ground and tried to get up, but he was unable to do so. His internal organs were shattered, and brown blood surged from his mouth. He looked at the middle-aged man with fierce eyes.
"interesting."
The middle-aged man said calmly: "I didn't expect that so many strange people and strangers would appear in this small Jinling... It's a pity that you are standing in the wrong position, and you are destined to die young and become a member of the ancient martial arts world.
Regret..."
"Whoosh!"
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man had already disappeared from the spot, and the next second, he appeared in front of Zhang Zihao.
He bent down, reached out and grabbed Zhang Zihao's neck, and when he lifted him up from the ground, he was suddenly startled.
"Dark Iron Heavy Spear?"
He looked at the black iron gun that fell on the ground suspiciously, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "Isn't this the Luo family's treasure? Why does it appear in your hand?"
The Luo family is one of the top ten ancient martial arts families in China.
In terms of ranking, they are not even lower than the Cao family. They are a very terrifying backbone in the ancient martial arts world of China.
"I heard that Luo Tianxiu, the head of the Luo family's ancient martial arts, led several direct disciples and left the Luo family in Yanliao not long ago to go to Hangzhou to participate in the ancient martial arts competition held every five years."
"Even Luo Family Xuanshi, Luo Qianxiu, also went with the team."
"They say they are participating in the competition, but in fact, they are doing it for the same thing."
"It is said that it is inseparable from the fate of the Luo family..."
"It seems that this is it."
He chuckled: "I never expected that the dignified Luo family's gate spear would fall into the hands of a loser."
"If I exchange this gun with the Luo family, I will definitely gain something unexpected."
He stretched his palm towards the heavy black iron spear, and his palm moved with thunderous wind!
I saw the heavy black iron spear trembling slightly.
Then... "Bang!"
The heavy black iron gun, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, rose directly into the air and was about to fly into his palm.