I Made the Myth Template

The sudden change made everyone feel chills.

However, this feeling did not last long. These people have been living the days of licking blood on the tip of a knife.

After encountering this situation, they experienced the first riot, and soon, everyone calmed down.

"Little devil, you killed the two of them?"

Sitting on the sofa, Qinglong bowed slightly and looked at Su Heng with a low voice.

"If you're talking about the yellow hair, I really killed it."

In the state of template fusion, Su Heng's voice was hoarse and low, and his body size had also expanded a lot. He was completely changed, and there was no need to worry about being recognized.

Qinglong looked calm, but judging from his trembling fingers, he was not as calm as he showed.

Especially when Su Heng's golden eyes stared at him, the sense of oppression from the essence of life made him tremble and almost lost his temper.

"friend."

Qinglong took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from his face, "We're not necessarily enemies. If you need those things, we still have a lot here."

"We can cooperate."

Qinglong raised his head, his eyes full of sincerity.

But Su Heng has been a human being in two generations, so they would believe in the nonsense of such people, and...

"How can a real dragon be with ants?"

Su Heng laughed arrogantly, but his tone was cold and murderous intent would be revealed. In those pupils, there seemed to be a giant snake holding its head high.

Snapped!

The goblet full of red wine was smashed to the ground.

"Kill him!" Qinglong no longer hesitated, and, long before his words landed, no one on either side started to do it.

The one who rushed in front was a tall bald-headed man. He picked up a chair and greeted Su Heng's head.

Some other people took out machetes, bats, daggers and other guys from their side. These people have been in the underworld all year round, and the guys who eat never leave their side.

These people did not swarm up, but divided into several waves and attacked from different directions.

Some angles are particularly tricky, and they don't hold back at all. At first glance, they often do this kind of thing, and they have not lost their lives.

"Looking for death!"

A cold light flashed in Su Heng's eyes, he took a step forward, and then kicked out.

Although the Bale jab is a boxing technique, the principle is the same when used on the feet.

The strength of the back, waist, and thighs condensed in one place, and kicked the bald man out like a mad dragon roaring. His speed was too fast, and the strength of the whole person was too fast, so that a black residue was pulled out on the spot. Shadow, and the wind howling.

Bang!

Before the solid wood chair in the bald man's hand fell, the whole person was thrown high and flew out.

His body exploded in mid-air, his viscera and bones twisted together like a goddess scattered flowers all the way, and the strong smell of blood filled the box.

With machetes in their hands, the two horses were about to greet Su Heng from behind.

As a result, seeing such a ferocious and terrifying scene, he immediately stayed in place, in a dilemma.

But Su Heng would not leave them a chance.

He stretched out his hands, two big hands, one left and one right, held their heads, and then slammed into the middle.

Snapped!

It was like two overripe rotten watermelons were smashed together, and the blood in the brain gurgled down the shoulders.

Defeat the three of them at will, Su Heng's movements continued unabated, he stomped heavily on his feet, and used the secret of Bale's jab, the speed exploded, and the whole person rushed out like a sharp arrow from a string.

Bang!

At this moment, a line of fire came from the corner of the line of sight.

Su Heng's body stayed on the spot in a way that almost violated inertia. A bullet slid in front of him and sank into the wall with a thud.

But it was the pock-marked youth in the corner, who didn't know where to pull out a pistol.

I wanted to hide him secretly while he wasn't paying attention.

Unexpectedly, Su Heng's reaction was unbelievably fast, and he easily dodged.

Without giving the pock-marked youth a chance to shoot again, Su Heng kicked the sofa beside him. Under the influence of enormous force, the huge and thick sofa was like a cannonball, and smashed down towards the pock-marked youth with a whimper.

Boom.

The sofa hit the corner and shattered into countless pieces of wood.

A viscous bloodstain slowly flowed out from under the tattered sofa.

"die!"

Taking advantage of Su Heng's attention, Li Hu finally made his move. He brought two pairs of sharp finger tigers, but he was not in a hurry to approach and fight.

He was also frightened by the power Su Heng showed just now.

This person is simply a tyrannosaur in human skin. Even if Li Hu is an Awakened, there is no certainty that he can surpass Su Heng in terms of strength.

He raised his hand and threw a fist-sized white cloth package at Su Heng.

Su Heng frowned and was about to dodge sideways. What he did not expect was that the thing had already exploded in mid-air, and countless silver-white powders were suspended in the air with a pungent and corrosive smell, and it played a role in obscuring the sight and confusing the perception. effect.

Li Hu tore off the black suit on his body, the bones on his body rattled, and he walked towards Su Heng with a grin.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of muffled sounds exploded.

After a while, Li Hu took a half step back and walked out of the area covered by white powder.

His thick palms were flushed red, and even if he was wearing a finger tiger, he felt a sharp pain coming from his ten fingers.

"How is it, has it been resolved?"

Qinglong let out a breath of foul breath and relaxed his tense muscles.

"rest assured."

Li Hu threw down the finger tiger in his hand and sneered, "If you hit me with the 27th Dao Tiger Hunting Fist, it's hard even if you are an immortal..."

Click!

Before he finished speaking, a big hand stretched out from the white mist and pressed it on top of Li Hu's head.

Li Hu's head turned 180 degrees, staring blankly at Qinglong from behind, his lips still opening and closing weakly driven by vigorous vitality, as if he hadn't realized that he was dead.

"You also play with quicklime?"

Su Heng walked out of the white fog. Under the collar that was torn by the muscles was a dense golden snake scale.

"It's really disappointing to be weak and insignificant."

He walked towards Qinglong, who was slumped on the sofa.

Qinglong's face was no longer calm, and he shouted, "You want to find the things in those forbidden areas, right, save my life, I know there are channels to find these things in large quantities!"

However, Su Heng remained unmoved, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on top of Qinglong's head, twisting it hard.

Click!

Qinglong's head drooped from his shoulders, and the gun that was secretly held in his hand also fell to the ground.

At this time, the remaining two young horses wanted to run out with their faces full of horror, but they were caught up by Su Heng in an instant.

A blow to the head. This punch did not use the skills in the jab, but only relied on pure brute force, but this man was beaten half of the face, blood mixed with minced meat splashing, the scene was extremely bloody.

The other one was punched in the throat with a punch, and his head was hung around his neck at a strange angle, looking terrifying.

In less than three minutes, Su Heng was the only living person left in the entire box.

After the trouble is resolved.

Su Heng looked towards the safe in the corner of the room.

Even if there was no systematic prompt, Su Heng could sense the aura of a large number of real relics.