596: C596 Zhang Long Huan Vs Frenzied Sword

C596 Zhang Long Huan Vs Frenzied Sword

The two iron doors clanged as they were kicked, and there was a hollow in the middle.

The one who kicked open the iron door was Thirteen Legs.

The three of them stood at the door, and when the light outside shone in, they saw more than ten black shadows standing inside.

The monk touched the wall and turned on the light in the mortuary.

The dozen bodyguards in black had already pulled out their guns and aimed at the three weird-looking people in front of them.

The burly man in the lead shouted coldly: "Who are you people?"

The three of them naturally would not answer.

They didn't even care about being pointed at by a dozen or so pistols, as if the bodyguards weren't holding pistols, but rather toys.

Ling casually asked: "Where are the people from the Ye family?"

"I don't know!" The burly man said in a deep voice, "I advise you to leave this place as soon as possible, or else we will shoot!"

Zero let out a "tsk tsk" laugh and said indifferently, "I'll leave these trash to you to deal with."

The two of them nodded, and a trace of killing intent flashed in their eyes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the bodyguards fired one after another.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The three of them had already moved before shooting.

Monk dodged a series of bullets and jumped into the crowd. He punched the crowd. In the face of one of the bodyguards.

With a scream, the bodyguard's face caved in.

As he fell, the monk grabbed him and threw him like he was throwing a ball. Four of them fell to the ground.

Thirteen Legs shuttled among the bodyguards. Twelve Tan Legs were used. Every move could send the bodyguard flying.

The bodyguard was in a panic and fired randomly. He even injured one of his own.

But the two people relied on their skills and speed to completely dodge the bullets. Like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, in less than two minutes, they knocked over a dozen bodyguards to the ground.

Each and every one of them held their stomach, legs, or arms. They cried out in pain.

Zero appeared at the door again and walked in.

He walked to the side of a bodyguard and reached out a hand to grab the other party's neck. With just the strength of one hand, he easily lifted the other party up and calmly asked, "Tell me, where is the Ye's?"

Facing the person wearing the white mask, the bodyguard felt a deep fear, especially when he saw a very small hole in the white mask.

That hole was like an endless black hole. As long as he took a look, it would make his hair stand on end, as if he had fallen into hell.

However, this bodyguard knew his duty very well.

"Even if I die, I won't tell you!" The bodyguard gritted his teeth and said.

Ling smiled and said, "Then go to hell!"

He exerted force with his five fingers and with a cracking sound, he crushed the bodyguard's neck.

The bodyguard could not catch his breath and blood flowed out from his nose and mouth. In just a few seconds, he was dead.

Zero threw away the body in her hand and scanned the metal cabinets around her. She said, "These guys are useless. Kill them all."

Tyrant and Leg 13 nodded. They each picked up the pistols on the ground.

Under the frightened and panicked eyes of the bodyguards, they started shooting one by one.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

In half a minute, the dozen or so bodyguards on the ground turned into a dozen or so corpses.

At this time, one of the steel cabinets began to shake uncontrollably.

The monk and Thirteen Legs looked at each other and revealed a smile.

Ling had long guessed that the Ye's was hiding in the tracks of the dead. Then, she walked towards the constantly shaking steel cabinet step by step.

On the other side, the battle between the white-robed swordsman and Zhang Loonghuan had reached a heated stage.

Zhang Loonghuan and Team Huang had sparred many times. Although there was only one victory in the middle, the other losses were also fought by the two of them with all their strength.

Team Huang needed to exert 100% of their strength to defeat Zhang Loonghuan.

Therefore, Zhang Loonghuan's combat strength was below Captain Huang's. The second place was recognized by everyone.

However, the white-shirted swordsman was also very difficult to deal with, especially when facing that long blade. It was more than 1.5 meters long. Every time it was swung, it could block all of Zhang Loonghuan's attacks, preventing him from engaging in close combat.

Dozens of times passed, and Zhang Loonghuan was wrapped in circles of blade light. The two of them had reached their maximum speed. In a split second, they exchanged a move.

Ordinary people wouldn't even be able to dodge one of their attacks.

However, when the two of them fought, they really met their match. They were evenly matched.

Facing the white swordsman's blade attack once again.

Zhang Loonghuan jumped up in a flash and stepped on the wall. He leaped into the air and shouted furiously. His fist technique, the Rushing Thunder Fist, was comparable to the Killing Fist.

This fist descended from the sky. It seemed to have the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon. It was so powerful that it was like rolling thunder.

He had once used this fist technique to defeat his opponent in a spar with Team Huang.

Therefore, Zhang Loonghuan was very confident in this fist technique of his. He would not use it unless it was a critical moment.

However, the white swordsman's reaction was also extremely fast.

When Zhang Loonghuan threw this punch from the sky, the white swordsman immediately swung his fist sideways.

A cold light flashed in the sky.

Zhang Loonghuan's expression changed drastically. He couldn't resist this strike at all. He immediately turned around.

The two of them brushed past each other just like that.

Zhang Loonghuan landed on the ground. There was an additional wound on his shoulder. It was about three inches long and an inch deep. Blood flowed out.

The white swordsman was not in a good condition either. Even though he had fought back as fast as he could, he was still hit by Zhang Loonghuan's fist. It hit his collarbone. He clearly felt that his bones were broken. The pain spread throughout his entire body.

The white swordsman took a deep breath and stood up. He stared at Zhang Loonghuan and said, Zhan Kuang Zhang Loonghuan really lives up to his reputation."

"Same here. I don't know your name. "My men do not kill nameless people."2

At this point, Zhang Loonghuan still had the mood to laugh.

"Frenzied Sword." The white-robed swordsman only said two words in a short time.

Zhang Loonghuan smiled. "I didn't expect your nickname to have the word" Frenzied Sword. "Then let's see who is the one who is the Frenzied Sword."

Before he finished his sentence, Zhang Loonghuan pounced on him again. He used Rushing Thunder Fist. It seemed like a gust of wind blew outside the operating room.

Wherever he passed, the chair was shattered by a punch. The strength was so great that it could be seen.

Every single move seemed to contain the power of thunder, making it difficult for others to match up to it.

Frenzied Sword's long blade slashed out six or seven times in a second. While defending, he could also counterattack.

When the blade hit the chair, it instantly split into two.

The speed of the blade was like a treasured blade cutting through iron like mud. It was terrifying.

Without realizing it, the two of them exchanged another twenty to thirty moves.

Zhang Loonghuan was panting and sweat was dripping down his forehead. His speed and strength had obviously decreased.

Facing the two blades that came like a storm, he could only dodge quickly and retreat to a corner.

Although Frenzied Sword was also somewhat out of breath, it was much better than Zhang Loonghuan.

It was as if one had run a 100m race and the other had gone through a 100,000-meter marathon.

Frenzied Sword dragged his long blade on the ground. He narrowed his eyes and smiled. "It looks like your stamina is running out."

The sweat on Zhang Loonghuan's face dropped. He gasped for breath and smiled. "It's enough to defeat you."

"Then let's give it a try."

Frenzied Sword moved and appeared in front of Zhang Loonghuan. His blade technique instantly sped up, from six or seven slashes per second to eight or nine slashes per second.

He wanted to take advantage of the situation to suppress Zhang Loonghuan in both mental and physical aspects.

Zhang Loonghuan dodged left and right, looking much more embarrassed than before.

Frenzied Sword laughed and said, "You will die under my blade tonight!"

Zhang Loonghuan did not dare to speak, to avoid being distracted.

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