Looking at the cloaked man shaking the sword in his hand with an arrogant look, he was about to open his mouth to mock.
Fang Zhiyi turned around and said, "Thank you for your help, everyone."
Tons of gunfire rang out. Those who could follow the God of War were no pushovers. They were very particular about cooperation, including a method of dealing with this kind of master of physical skills: two people blocked the road, three people fired in bursts, and one person was available to make up the fire at any time.
When the gunfire stopped, Fang Zhiyi stepped forward and leaned over to look at the cloaked man with wide eyes. He was indeed a master! He was still alive after being shot so many times!
"You...you are despicable..." He spit out blood and said these words with difficulty.
"What's the use of being able to fight? What era is this? You still need a gun? I'll let you take the gun." Fang Zhiyi snatched the gun from his hand. Seeing that the gun had blocked several bullets without any trace, Fang Zhiyi was very happy. This thing is not available abroad, but it is very useful in China.
"I don't know why, but I always feel that this fellow surnamed Fang is really despicable." A blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner whispered.
The companion next to him nodded in agreement.
The duel between the God of War and the Old Dragon King became more and more intense. At the same time, the gunshots outside also subsided a lot. It seemed that it was almost over.
"Look at me sneak attack!"
The old Dragon King noticed the sound behind him and turned sideways suddenly, but did not see Fang Zhiyi. He looked up and saw Fang Zhiyi using his hand to pick at the gem on his throne.
"Oh no!" It is a taboo for masters to be distracted during a fight. Just like that, the God of War punched him in the chest, and the old Dragon King felt that his heart stopped beating instantly.
This punch was so powerful that an ordinary person would be killed if hit by it.
But the old Dragon King was the old Dragon King after all. He flew backwards and sat squarely on the throne.
However, he was unlucky. Fang Zhiyi disliked the sword because it was too long and stiff, so he stuck it on the throne. He was calling Long Liu and Long Jiu to help him pick out the gem. Looking at the sword tip protruding from his chest, the old Dragon King remembered the moment when he forged this meteorite sword for his confidant.
He turned around and looked at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi was clutching a large ruby in one hand, feeling somewhat bewildered. He could only smile awkwardly and say, "Hey, you shouldn't be able to grasp this, right?"
"The Dragon King Palace...will not be destroyed!" The old Dragon King said this, and Fang Zhiyi seemed to have just seen the peak of his hair appear on his chest.
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Fang Zhiyi pulled out his phone from behind the chair, "Don't try to blackmail me, you have to sit down yourself."
The old dragon king, who could have held on for a while, closed his eyes immediately after being hit.
The God of War still had a stern face as he watched this scene. He hoped for a fair duel, but Fang Zhiyi didn't seem to intervene... It just felt weird.
He shook his head and asked his men to go out and clean up the battlefield. There should be a lot of spoils here. Fang Zhiyi said that since he came in, all the people in the area have been cleared out. He used the Medical Saint's connections to help. The high-level officials of Country J asked the Medical Saint for help, so he agreed to clear the people in this area at a specific time. Ordinary people and police would not come.
Glasses slowly woke up and found himself tied up in a dark room with only a dim light bulb emitting light. His first reaction was that he was captured, but the next moment he was stunned. On the small table opposite him lay a row of human heads neatly stacked. He was familiar with each of them, and the one he was most familiar with was the Dragon King!
The Dragon King is dead?! How is that possible... No, considering Fang Zhiyi's strength, it's really possible, but how is he still alive?
A familiar voice came from behind him: "So you know why I kept you here? You're a smart person, and I like dealing with smart people."
Glasses watched the man slowly walk in front of him with a calculating look on his face.
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