The Road to Slaying God

"I'm looking for your manager. Hehe, I brought him something good." Liu Biao had a peach core in his mouth and his words were a little unclear.

"Sorry, do you have an appointment?"

The young man in a suit and uniform did not give any face to this tall, eccentric young man.

"Damn it, a bird manager still makes an appointment!"

Liu Biao kicked the young man's abdomen fiercely, bent his waist, and Zhang Yang took out two steel knives from his backpack and took them in his hands. This was what the two of them had practiced dozens of times in the booth. Actions must be absolutely foolproof.

How could the young man withstand Liu Biao's sudden kick? His kick was almost thrown away. He bowed to the ground in pain. Big beads of sweat flowed down. It seemed that he had been kicked in a vital part. However, what happened It wasn't over yet. When he just raised his head, a bright machete had fallen down. He almost didn't have time to think, and subconsciously reached out to block...

"Ah..." With a shrill scream, the young man's arms were chopped off and fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, and the fingers of the palm that fell to the ground were still moving.

"I made you look down upon others..."

Liu Biao rushed forward with a peach kernel in his mouth, slurring words, and kicked away the young man who was holding his severed hand and screaming on the ground. His huge body hit a closed door like a cannonball...

With a loud bang of "Peng!", Liu Biao knocked open the chain door. The moment the door opened, Zhang Yang rushed in following Liu Biao.

There are three people in the office, one of whom is sitting on an executive chair behind a desk. The other two were sitting on the sofa, and the three seemed to be chatting. The room was filled with smoke and the air was extremely dirty.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted. Obviously, they were all characters who had experienced strong winds and waves. There was a loud "boom", and the coffee table in front of the two people's chests was suddenly lifted up and smashed by one of the tough guys. Liu Biao rushed in front, while another person picked up an ashtray and threw it at Zhang Yang when the coffee table was raised, then turned around and ran towards the inside of the desk...

Zhang Yang ignored these two people. In the blink of an eye, he rushed towards their target this time, the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk. At this time, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and then immediately reacted. Open the drawer with one hand and reach into the drawer with the other hand.

gun!

Got a gun! Zhang Yang's hairs stood up.

Almost without thinking, Zhang Yang already thought that there must be a gun in the drawer.

Zhang Yang's body is like a wisp of smoke, turning into countless afterimages in the air. The knife arrives before the person!

"Ah..." There was a heart-wrenching scream. Before the hand in the drawer could be retracted, Zhang Yang chopped it off neatly. The middle-aged man's body suddenly shrank, and the blood immediately stained his clean clothes. Most of his face was red and his face was pale. Zhang Yang's bloody blade did not stop and drew a graceful arc in the air. The target of the blade was the middle-aged man's throat. At this time, the middle-aged man's hooked chin blocked the Front of throat.

"Ah..." The scream ended, as if his throat was suddenly pinched. The middle-aged man saw in horror that after that trace of coldness, his chin flew out, and then, that trace of coldness cut open his chin. Then it passed through his throat again without any hindrance. For some reason, the middle-aged man actually felt a sense of comfort, a kind of relief. The image in his eyes gradually blurred. He saw that the young man wielding the knife was looking at him. Without looking at him, he put one hand on the desk and flew out...

"Peng!" The middle-aged man's body fell to the ground. When he fell to the ground, he heard three words read from the young man's mouth: "Xiao Yuanxing."

The middle-aged man did not die with eyes closed, because he knew why he died.

When he died, he was still thinking about the moment when Xiao Yuanxing shot himself, the trace of unwillingness, the trace of helplessness, and the desolation of the hero's end. Suddenly, the middle-aged man understood Xiao Yuanxing's complicated expressions …

Zhang Yang's body crossed the desk and landed on the young man who rushed behind the desk. The two of them suddenly stopped moving. The young man opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhang Yang...

"Xiao Yuanxing!" Zhang Yang read out three words softly and retreated violently. The machete inserted into the young man's stomach raised a stream of bright blood in the air. Zhang Yang could barely avoid the flying blood.

Just as Zhang Yang's sharp blade cut open the middle-aged man's chin and wiped the fragile throat, Liu Biao's battle situation was also developing, and the huge glass coffee table hit his body head-on.

At the moment when the strong man lifted up the coffee table, Liu Biao actually put the back of the knife into his mouth and bit it. He suddenly caught the coffee table with both hands and turned back 360 degrees. After offsetting the impact of the big man, the glass coffee table turned around. He threw it at the big man who was about to pounce.

With the sound of "Boom!", the big man didn't expect that Liu Biao actually caught the coffee table and smashed it over again. He was caught off guard and was hit. However, this guy's body was also very strong. He just took two steps back and immediately jumped over the ground. The coffee table, with only its frame left, punched Liu Biao.

"It's like a dog, competing with me..."

Liu Biao did not advance, but took two steps back. These two steps were crucial because he had time to take the sharp machete from his mouth. Without any hesitation, Liu Biao slashed at the big man's neck first...

"Ah..." With a scream, the big man stepped on the coffee table frame. He didn't have time to step back. He used his hand to stop his arm and his arm was immediately broken. The sharp steel knife swept across his face with blood, and it was painted again on his face. A deep blood groove was left, and the strong pain caused the big man to cover his remaining hand without knowing where. He retreated in panic, but was disturbed by the coffee table and fell to the ground.

"I'll let you smash it..."

"I'll let you smash it..."

Liu Biao slashed at the big man like crazy, cursing incomprehensibly. The big man was slashed with blood all over his body, his body was twitching unconsciously, and he couldn't survive at all.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yang pulled Liu Biao.

With a sound of "Huh...", Liu Biao slashed at Zhang Yang with his backhand knife.

"You're crazy, it's me!" Zhang Yang stepped back and threw his head back, barely avoiding Liu Biao's knife with the roar of the wind.

"Ah...Zhang Yang..." Liu Biao, who had fallen into madness, suddenly came to his senses. After taking a look at Zhang Yang, he stared blankly at the bloody corpse on the ground, "I killed someone, I killed someone..."

Compared with Zhang Yang, this is Liu Biao's first time to kill someone, a real killing. This is fundamentally different from the previous fights with those gangsters holding watermelons on the streets. What's more, this time it was a deliberate killing. When he saw his own When the opponent fell to the ground covered in blood, his reason was completely wiped out. In his eyes, only blood and killing were left.

"Let's go, there are probably people standing outside now!" Zhang Yang sighed. He was shaking all over after his first murder, just like Liu Biao. In fact, Liu Biao's performance was much better than him, at least, Liu Biao did not vomit.

However, Zhang Yang immediately discovered that he was wrong, he was completely wrong.

"Haha... I finally killed someone, ***, Uncle Biao, I also killed someone..." Liu Biao laughed wildly and slashed in the air several times with excitement on his face, like a madman.

"Ahem...you are awesome, you are ruthless, you killed someone...Boss, let's go, you have wasted at least ten seconds." Zhang Yang looked at Liu Biao who was laughing wildly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, Liu Biao was born to be a The madman may have started killing this time, but he still doesn’t know how to find a way out. Zhang Yang is a little worried. He understands Liu Biao’s personality very well. He is definitely the kind of violent maniac, a madman who advocates violence. In his In his head, there is no plot or strategy, only violence overwhelms everything.

When he was in school, Liu Biao had this kind of behavior. He would beat anyone who was not convinced. Liu Biao also had a spirit that everyone admired. Liu Biao would never admit defeat. He would beat anyone who won't. , he must repay the other party. In Liu Biao's words, blood debt must be paid with blood. This is why Liu Biao held a grudge against the policeman in H County, and the other party only slapped him twice.

In their thoughts, the two rushed out the door.

"Crap!"

"..."

The two of them looked at each other, looking at the crowds of people running up the stairs. Zhang Yang and Liu Biao couldn't help but smile bitterly. They still underestimated the power of the other party. They thought that the other party's manpower would not react in a few minutes, but they knew that they had already been beaten. It was blocked to the second floor.

At this time, the group of people who climbed up the stairs saw that Zhang Yang and Liu Biao had not moved, and had been forced into a blind corner. Each of them slowed down and slowly approached. The weapons in their hands looked like those of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces. They were capable of killing. , there are butcher knives, machetes, sabers, and even two harpoons.

"What should I do?" Liu Biao asked.

"Are you afraid?" Zhang Yang asked Liu Biao.

"Haha, be afraid! But is fear useful?" Liu Biao laughed, filled with a kind of heroic spirit.

"Yes, I'm afraid too, but is fear useful?" Zhang Yang gently flicked the steel knife with his finger, making a pleasant sound.

(To be continued)