In the sound of mourning, it seems that Zhang Heng is really afraid of strong shooting. The existence in the cabinet dare not stretch its own tentacles out again.

    However, although the other party has avoided Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng is not ready to spare the other party.

    His feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and the next moment he appeared in front of the cabinet. Then he shot open the cabinet door and entered into the cabinet.

    At the moment when the door of the cabinet was broken by Zhang Heng''s rotten silver gun, a strange and inexplicable voice suddenly sounded in the cabinet. In the same voice, I don''t know how many shots pierced through the cabinet door and attacked Zhang Heng''s whole body.

    "Want to win by an overwhelming number?"

    Zhang hen looked at the cabinet in front of him. A strange smile suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth: "how can you succeed?"

    While talking, Zhang Heng suddenly held a gun in his right hand and continued to stab in the cabinet.

    At the same time, the fingers of his left hand were pinched like a gun and began to vibrate rapidly.

    In the next moment, it has cut to the face, I don''t know how many, overwhelming tentacles.

    Ding Ding, the bone spur at the top of the tentacle hit Zhang Heng''s left hand, making a strange sound of gold and iron.

    Feeling the strength and toughness of his left hand, Zhang Heng couldn''t help feeling that the Xuan level inferior forging method has the strong ability to improve.

    Zhang Heng only felt that with his flesh today, even if he caught a rhinoceros and put horns on his body, he would not be hurt at all!

    Hiss, hiss

    There are also many tentacles that do not hit Zhang Heng''s left hand with bone spurs, but directly touch Zhang hen''s left hand with the tough body like octopus feet.

    Then an incredible scene appeared.

    Zhang Heng''s left hand is obviously just flesh and blood, but it seems to be sharper than a long knife at this time. As long as it is not cut on the bone spur at the top of his hand, no matter where it is cut, it will make the tentacles attacked. In the frightening sound of "hissing", Zhang hen''s left hand will be cut off with bare hands.

    Everyone looked at Zhang Heng''s left hand and the tentacles of the strange things cut off by Zhang Heng.

    Zhang Heng in front of everyone is like an unreal existence, constantly attacking and killing people.

    The continuous tentacles were cut off by Zhang Heng in World War I.

    Then he was trampled out at random by Zhang Heng''s feet, like stepping on a bug, trampling half of his struggling tentacles into a pool of meat mud.

    In the twinkling of an eye, countless hands burst out of the damaged cabinet door. In the next moment, it seemed that Zhang Heng''s body would penetrate into a sieve.

    But in the end nothing happened.

    Instead, countless tentacles are decreasing, decreasing and decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    In an instant, it''s going to be invisible.

    Obviously, the strange existence in the cabinet seems to feel that his situation is a little bad.

    But so what?

    Now, Zhang Heng wants to kill the strange existence in front of him.

    Up to now, the strange existence of life and death can''t allow each other to decide by themselves.

    Only Zhang Heng can decide each other''s life and death.

    Although others can''t see the fierce battle in the cabinet, with the blessing of "potential", Zhang Heng has a deep insight into everything in the cabinet. There are no details and flaws that can escape Zhang Heng''s golden eyes!

    By this time, the strange existence in the cabinet had begun to scream with extreme desolation and fear.

    However, screaming can''t save its life. Who let it attack Zhang Heng and Zhang Heng''s team members before.

    It''s tolerable to attack your own people!

    There is a strange existence in the cabinet. At this time, the voice is praying and humble.

    In order to survive, Jing seems to have begun to admit defeat to Zhang Heng.

    "Do you want to admit defeat?" Zhang Heng looked at the cabinet in front of him, but there was almost a strange existence that had been broken up by him.

    Zhang Heng seemed to want to meditate, but the next moment, the rotten silver gun in his right hand suddenly stabbed out. With a puff, he had penetrated the strange existence in the cabinet.

    Obviously, the strange existence in the cabinet did not expect that Zhang Heng could find his hiding place so accurately, and hit the most deadly key on him with one attack.

    Immediately, the crowd heard a sharp hiss from the cabinet.

    The scream is extremely complex, with infinite hatred for attacking it, fear and weakness of the terrible power of Zhang Heng''s shot, and cowardice to live

    But the sound came suddenly and stopped more quickly.

    The crowd only saw that Zhang Heng held the long gun tightly, and suddenly trembled slightly. The next moment, there was no more cry in the cabinet.

    Subsequently, Zhang Heng took back his long gun.

    People were surprised to see that the head of an unknown monster was on the top of Zhang Heng''s rotten silver spear.

    The monster was born like an octopus, walking on his forehead. They gave birth to an unknown number of eyes.

    At this time, the big black and white eyes of soybeans were looking at Zhang Heng, the owner of the rotten silver gun.

    People didn''t know where the guy''s mouth was, but they could hear that there was a faint gasp in the guy''s body.

    Under this guy, there were countless large and small tentacles, but at this time, they had been cut off one by one by Zhang Henggang''s long gun.

    It looks terrible.

    Each eye of this guy looked at Zhang Heng and showed a humanized look of prayer. He repeatedly asked Zhang Heng to spare his life.

    However, the look on Zhang Heng''s face remained unchanged. He was still as cold and expressionless as before.

    Zhang Heng always likes to be kind to others.

    He would never beat others up by relying on himself, or kill others directly.

    He will never do such a thing, but he is not a soft persimmon.

    It''s not that any guy runs out and bullies him, he will be beaten in the left face, and he will go deep in the right face.

    What''s more, this guy like an octopus not only started with Zhang Heng, but also really wanted to kill Zhang Heng. The most important thing is that he really killed a person in Zhang Heng''s team before that. In this way, there is no room for relaxation between the two.

    There is a saying that Zhang Heng has always liked it. He should treat his friends as warm as spring and his enemies as cruel as eye movement.

    Well, it''s probably a similar sentence.

    Therefore, facing the countless small eyes of the other party, Zhang Heng was not soft hearted. The gun in his hand was suddenly filled with strange strength. In an instant, the body of the rotten silver gun began to tremble like a dancing silver dragon.

    At the moment when the long gun in Zhang Heng''s hand really grew up, the strange body in the cabinet where he held the body with the long gun began to fluctuate violently under his skin.

    When the fluctuation of the strange body reached the maximum, at the next moment, the strange body like an octopus suddenly turned into a dark red blood mist, which filled half of the room.

    The strange existence of tiliu on Zhang Heng''s long gun disappeared.

    After killing the strange existence in the cabinet, Zhang Heng turned around. Look at the direction of shopkeeper Zhang first.

    Shopkeeper Zhao is in a dangerous situation. Now he is still under the command of Lord Huang, with the tip of his long sword against the center of his eyebrow.

    The cold and sharp tip of the sword is tightly attached to the skin of shopkeeper Zhao''s eyebrows. The sharp peak has cut through shopkeeper Zhao''s skin and scratched a little blood mark in his eyebrows. The piercing pain is spreading all over shopkeeper Zhao through the wound in the center of his eyebrows.

    However, the expression on shopkeeper Zhao''s face was still indifferent, as if he felt that the thing that now reached the center of his eyebrows and looked at a sharp sword that could take his life at any time, but a weak weed or a non lethal feather.

    Shopkeeper Zhao was not frightened by the long sword in the center of his eyebrows. Instead, he seemed more relieved and more relaxed.

    Huang Gong''s men stabbed him with a sword and directly broke the teacup in his hand. He was not angry. He changed a new teacup from the table and poured himself a cup of tea. Looking at Zhang Heng coming step by step, shopkeeper Zhao happily raised a glass to Zhang Heng and offered tea. Then he took a sip and smiled at Zhang Heng coming to him expressionless.

    According to the look of shopkeeper Zhao, although the man under the Imperial Palace has good skills, it is obviously not an expert to extort a confession by torture. So far, shopkeeper Zhao still hasn''t said half a word of useful news.

    But the man under Huang Gong''s command has good perseverance. Even though he knows that he may have been doing useless work, he can persevere.

    So that shopkeeper Zhao is a little trembling when drinking tea. He is like walking on thin ice and facing the abyss. For fear that the other party''s hand will shake, he sends the long sword forward, which directly results in his life.

    Zhang Heng came to shopkeeper Zhang, took a look at Huang Gong''s command around him and said, "how about it?"

    Hearing Zhang Heng''s words, Huang Gong''s face turned a little red with shame and said, "it''s an old Youzi. I pointed a sword at his head and he wouldn''t say a word."

    Zhang Heng listened, nodded, slightly patted the other party''s right hand, clenched the long sword, and motioned the other party to put down the long sword in his hand. The man looked at the smiling shopkeeper Zhao, took away the long sword in his hand, looked at Zhang Heng around him, and was ready to see how Zhang Heng dealt with the shopkeeper Zhao in front of him.