Doomsday layman

Chapter 242
Liu Lang looked at this Zhou surnamed like an idiot.With a thought, Wang Yingxue, who was standing next to Zhou Jin, took a stride and came behind Zhou Jin.

In the distance, Song Ling's face changed, and he opened his lips as if to call something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Zhou Jin was still shouting, and suddenly, an arrow of blood spurted out of his throat.His eyes were blank, he stretched out his hands to cover his neck, and turned to look at Song Ling.

His lips opened and closed like a fish on the beach, but he didn't have time to say anything. His legs went weak and he went to see his ancestors.

The whole street was dead silent.

Liu Lang said calmly: "It doesn't matter who you are, leave quickly. Swords don't have eyesight."

There were screams on the street, and the survivors of Anshun Avenue hid in the buildings on both sides as if they were fleeing. The only ones who dare to stand on the street now are Luo Zhou and Chen Bing.

Luo Zhou opened his mouth wide, he never expected that Liu Lang would kill if he said he would kill.Oh no, he didn't say anything at all, and his subordinates killed Zhou Jin.

This person is Song Ling's teacher, his confidant, and now that he is dead, Song Ling still hasn't turned Anshun Street upside down.

Song Ling's eyes kept changing, and his sharp eyes crossed the street, constantly sizing up Liu Lang.

Liu Lang just sat there, looking indifferent, and even smiled brightly at himself.

"How dare you kill Master Zhou?"

"Bitch, go to hell!"

The subordinates brought by Song Ling were excited, and several of them pointed their guns at Wang Yingxue.The eyes of these people suddenly blurred, and then one had his throat slit by Wang Yingxue, two had their hands cut off, one lost his thigh, and the last one had his Adam's apple kicked by the martial arts champion!

Within a few seconds, Song Ling and his subordinates all lay down. Now, not to mention the rest, even Song Ling was taken aback.

Song Ling's subordinates pointed their guns at Wang Yingxue and Liu Lang hesitantly, but at this moment, their boss' voice sounded: "Wait a minute!"

This sentence made them feel relieved.

After all, the corpses of his companions were still hot, and no one wanted to follow in their footsteps. Even though Liu Lang and the others were only a few of them, it could be seen that Liu Lang'an's calm and unmoving posture made the party with more people retreat instead.

Song Ling walked over: "I'm asking for advice."

Liu Lang replied with a smile: "It's easy to say, but your surname is Liu."

Song Ling nodded, pointing at the corpses of Zhou Jin and his subordinates: "Mr. Liu, I don't know, how do you explain this?"

Liu Lang looked innocent: "Explain? I still have to explain to you? Sir, if you are not deaf, you should be able to hear it. That man just shouted at me to beat me and kill me."

"I won't let my subordinates kill him. Do you want me to wash his neck and let him kill him? Your joke is not funny at all."

The corner of Song Ling's mouth twitched: "No matter what, he belongs to me, Song, from my Anti-Magic Congmeng League! Mr. Liu killed our Congmeng people, shouldn't he give me an explanation?"

Liu Lang shrugged: "No, I have to explain to you if I kill a person, so am I very busy? I have killed a lot of living corpses along the way. If I have to explain every one of them, then I won't know how to live. "

Song Ling couldn't hide his anger: "How can a living corpse compare to a human?"

Liu Lang laughed and said, "In my eyes, you are no better than living corpses."

Song Ling stepped forward: "What do you mean!"

"Don't worry, don't worry." Liu Lang waved his hands and said, "Anyway, today, people will be killed if they don't. Originally, I just wanted to be a quiet passerby. You mess with you, I live with mine, everyone is well watered It would be better not to offend the river."

"You, you insist on asking your subordinates to test me. Why bother? How dare you say that you are not responsible for what happened now?"

"I"

Song Ling was about to scold angrily, but let Liu Lang take the blame: "I am me, anyway, I am the person who is most afraid of trouble. To prevent future troubles, I guess, probably, maybe, maybe, I have to kill you all. I think it's better to be dead. It's the safest, Mr. Song, what do you think?"

Song Ling seemed to have heard something unbelievable. He was stunned for a long time before he sneered: "You have a serious tone. Even if you can kill us, you are not afraid of our leader's revenge?"

Liu Lang imitated his expression and sneered: "Just your bullshit lord who dares to hide in the playground is not worthy of my eyes. After I clean up you, I will naturally go to the playground. I said just now Now, I am the person who is most afraid of trouble, lest your leader find trouble with me behind the scenes, and I have no choice but to kill him."

"This way, I can play with peace of mind while in Weishui City. Hey, sometimes people are more troublesome than living corpses, what do you think?"

Song Ling gritted his teeth and said, "I think it's time to invite you to see Master Yan Wang! Do it!"

Dozens of long and short guns were immediately pointed at Liu Lang, but before he could fire a shot, suddenly there was a roar on the street like a cannonball piercing the air.

Suddenly, Song Ling's group of men, about a dozen or so, exploded without warning!

As if being hit by an invisible shell, the upper body of the body, together with the gun in his hand, exploded, blood and various parts sprayed all over the ground!
Now, who dares to shoot?
Everyone in Song Ling's subordinates had guns on them, how dare Liu Lang be careless, the jokes were just jokes, and he had already buckled an air bomb with increased density in his hand.

With just one blow, Song Ling and the others were shocked.

Song Ling's back was already wet with cold sweat.

Only then did he realize that even though he had tried his best to overestimate Liu Lang, he still underestimated this young man.

Oneself and the other party are not on the same scale at all. In fact, they are just like the difference between ants and humans.

It couldn't be easier for people to pinch themselves to death.

Thinking of this, Song Ling clenched his fists, wanting to ask for mercy, but felt ashamed.But if he didn't express it, he might become a dead person in the next second.

At this moment, Liu Lang took the initiative to ask: "I heard that you are a martial artist?"

Song Ling didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, so he gritted his teeth and nodded.

Liu Lang pouted towards Wang Yingxue: "My subordinate is also a martial artist, why don't you follow her?"

"If you win her, will you let us go?" Song Ling's eyes were brightened again, and he still had a little confidence in martial arts.

Unexpectedly, Liu Lang laughed, panting, almost laughing himself to death.

Song Ling really couldn't hold back, and didn't dare to attack, until Liu Lang took a breath, waved his hands and said: "No, I laughed to death. Do you know who she is? Do you know how many living corpses she killed? You actually think you can beat her, let me ask you, did your breathing method reach ten thousand miles in one breath, or did you open the door of heaven with one breath, so you dare to say that you can beat her."

Song Ling's whole body was shocked, and he looked at Wang Yingxue in disbelief.According to Liu Lang, the breathing method of the girl in front of her must be at least in the realm of Qi Qianli, so Liu Lang said that only the latter two realms can surpass her?
Thinking of this, Song Ling couldn't help but feel depressed: "It seems that I have really failed this time. If this young lady has reached the state of being able to fly thousands of miles, then I will not be her opponent."

"Song, Song is just in the state of being in one go."

(End of this chapter)