I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Feng Xiaoliu's expression was dazed.

Yes, he didn’t quite understand how things could have changed so much. He was threatening Zhang Heng with the life of the purple-clothed girl, but now it suddenly became that he was protecting the purple-clothed girl. On the contrary, it was the opposite boy. Killed the purple-clothed girl.

Something is wrong with this, right?

But without waiting for him to think about it, he listened to the purple-clothed girl next to him and said: "Hey, what are you doing stupidly standing there?"

"He wants to kill me, go and kill him for me!"

Feng Xiaoliu was even more depressed. He turned his head and looked at the purple-clothed girl coldly and said: "You are just my prisoner now, why should I listen to you?"

"You figure out your identity first, and then talk to me, OK!"

The purple-clothed girl listened, sneered faintly, and then proudly spoke, "I know my identity very well, but you, seem to have forgotten your identity and what your original purpose was, right?"

"Don't you want to get my secret art inheritance?"

"Of course, you may not believe in my secret art inheritance, but don't you want your so-called client's compensation anymore?"

"Your client, but wants you to give him the living me. If I am killed by others now, do you think you can still get the reward he promised you?"

The girl's words made Defeng Xiaoliu's messy head become even more chaotic.

Yes, how can I forget about the rewards?

He still doesn't know whether the secret technique of the purple-clothed girl is true or false. However, as long as the purple-clothed girl is still in his hands, he can surely get the reward of the client.

Therefore, in any case, he must not let the boy on the opposite side kill the purple-clothed girl.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to take a step forward to the right, blocking the purple-clothed girl, with the ghost claw in his left hand and the Imperius gun in his right, ready to go, waiting for Zhang Heng's attack.

Zhang Heng watched Feng Xiaoliu being moved by the purple-clothed girl, and without a word, he stood in front of the purple-clothed girl. His expression became extremely ugly. At the same time, the expression on his face was full of endless grief and anger: "You heard , She personally admitted that she killed my sister."

"This hatred and hatred are not shared, I will kill her! Revenge for the dead sister!"

"Now, if anyone dares to stop me and avenge my sister, I will kill him."

Zhang Heng shot out, holding the dark Overlord's gun in his right hand, and as the vitality in his dantian rushed into the Overlord's gun, the body of the Overlord's gun buzzed like thunder, like an enraged Nine Heavens Thunder God.

Zhang Heng's eyes were cold, he stared into Feng Xiaoliu's eyes, and said quietly, "Those who block me die, are you going to block me?"

Feng Xiaoliu calmly said: "I don't want to stop you either. You want revenge. It has nothing to do with me, but she can't die yet."

"If she dies, my secret art inheritance will be lost."

"If she dies, who am I going to ask for my huge reward?"

"So, I don't want to stop you from avenging your sister, but can you wait for a while, after I get my secret art inheritance, and rewards, let you kill her?"

To be honest, Feng Xiaoliu really didn't want to irritate a guy who was about to lose control of his emotions and became a lunatic.

Such a person can often play an unimaginable potential, and he does not want to take risks.

However, he had to take this risk.

Because Zhang Heng refused his request, Zhang Heng just spit out indifferently: "Either you get out and let me kill this demon girl now, or I will fight, let me kill you, and it will not be too late to kill her."

Feng Xiaoliu finally got angry: "Kill me, what do you think of me? Kill as you want? I will tell you how wrong your thoughts are!"

As he spoke, Feng Xiaoliu had already shot out, taking the initiative to press on Zhang Heng step by step.

Every step she took, she left a deep footprint on the ground below her feet, and the footprints he stepped on were becoming deeper and deeper into the ground as he progressed step by step.

This is only because his whole body vitality is running fiercely, and he is stimulating his own body vitality at the fastest speed, turning it into the most suitable fighting state.

When Feng Xiaoliu appeared five feet away from Zhang Heng, his whole person had become warlike and vigorous.

Feng Xiaoliu felt that he had become extremely tough, and his whole person had been promoted to a height and realm that had never been seen before.

After this battle, his unique knowledge may achieve a big advance, and eventually break through to the realm of Dacheng unique knowledge.

Feng Xiaoliu stabbed out with a spear, instinctively that the deadly gun in his hand seemed to be completely integrated with himself.

As the mind revolved, as the marksmanship passed through the air, it made a prolonged sound, like a rattlesnake shaking its tail and making a hissing sound.

Amid the neighing sound, the spear spanned five feet, and had already crossed a fiery straight track, and suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Heng.

When Feng Xiaoliu saw it, Zhang Heng held his gun against him, the black as ink Overlord's gun collided with the bright as silver, but the blood-red Imperius gun.

Suddenly let out a weird hum!

In the buzzing sound, Zhang Heng's hands gripping the Overlord's gun suddenly trembled violently, and even his entire body trembled following the shock of the Overlord's gun.

Zhang Heng's body seemed to become surging with blood as a result.

His face instantly rose blood red.

His throat slid up and down at the throat, obviously at this moment, what did Zhang Heng swallow?

Feng Xiaoliu couldn't help but sneered when he saw it.

What else can Zhang Heng swallow?

He must have underestimated the tremendous power contained in his gun, and suffered a secret loss of his Imperius gun.

As a result, Zhang Heng's blood surged in his body, and he suffered a lot of dark injuries in his abdomen.

He must have been bleeding from a hidden wound just now, and he almost squirted out in one mouthful. Zhang Heng did not hesitate and swallowed the blood back into his mouth without hesitation and helplessness in order not to spit blood on the spot.

Therefore, his face flushed red, and his throat slid up and down under the throat.

Feng Xiaoliu looked at Zhang Heng on the opposite side, and became more and more sure that Zhang Heng was just an unknown person in the purple-clothed girl family. He could not be the culprit responsible for the disappearance of Tang Laosi and Cui Lao Da.

The disappearance of the three people, the culprit is someone else.

It is too late to think about who is the culprit.

First of all, Feng Xiaoliu wants to get rid of the unknown person in front of him.

Yes, he just treated Zhang Heng as an unknown person.

He has even begun to plan how to anger Zhang Heng, and then solve Zhang Heng's nameless man in the shortest time.

In that way, he will have more time to think about other things in the future and deal with the culprit who caused the mysterious disappearance of the three bosses.

Thinking of the culprit in his heart, he couldn't help but worry in his heart.

But faced with Zhang Heng, the culprit who made the three of Cui bosses really disappear, he suddenly became confident again. He looked at Zhang Heng, and said with confidence: "You only want to replace it with this strength. Does your sister take revenge?"

"No wonder this girl is not afraid of you at all. You can only scream like this. There is really nothing terrifying about a little reptile without strength."

After listening to Feng Xiaoliu's words, Zhang Heng stared at Feng Xiaoliu, his eyes seemed to burst out with anger, "I will say you regret it!"

"I will let you know that you made a big mistake. You will give your life for this mistake."

Feng Xiaoliu seemed to have heard something very ridiculous, and faced Zhang Heng and replied: "Then you still don't do it, you still want to kill me?"

"Didn't you say that I would die? You also said that you were going to kill this girl, but she was lucky enough to hide behind me in time, unscathed, is that how you murdered?"

"Or, are you just talking? You are just talking big? You have no ability to kill any of us?"

Feng Xiaoliu talked freely, staring at Zhang Heng with contempt.

Obviously, in order to make a quick battle, he was actually doing his best to provoke Zhang Heng with his own words, so as to anger Zhang Heng and let him take the initiative.

After all, people who lose their senses may have improved combat power, but their senses will drop to the bottom.

In Feng Xiaoliu's heart, when Zhang Heng blindly attacked and lost his mind, it was the best time for him to make a quick fight and solve the opponent.

Faced with Feng Xiaoliu’s provocative remarks, Zhang Heng on the opposite side did not speak, but grinned at Feng Xiaoliu. Zhang Heng just smiled simply, but Feng Xiaoliu couldn’t help but feel cold, for no reason. It feels like an elk or lamb being spotted by big cats.

"Then how about we try again?"

"Try it, am I your opponent? Try it, can I kill you?"

Zhang Heng smiled and said.

After finishing talking, before Feng Xiaoliu promised him, he had already taken action.

Zhang Heng was only holding a gun in one hand at this time, and his other hand was arrogantly behind his back. It was as if he could really defeat Feng Xiaoliu easily with one hand.

Zhang Heng stabbed with a shot, surprisingly slow, the gun shot across the air without making any sound.

Feng Xiaoliu couldn't help laughing as he watched Zhang Heng stabbed himself with a weak shot, and still only held the gun with one hand.

Feng Xiaoliu himself is also a gunner. He certainly understands that the strength and change of a single-handed gun is at least 30% worse than that of a double-handed gun.

When a person holds a gun and confronts an enemy with one hand, he actually looks down on his opponent, or if his master teaches his disciples to be inexperienced.

Zhang Heng is naturally not Feng Xiaoliu's master.

Therefore, it is obvious that Zhang Heng looks down on Feng Xiaoliu, he is not prepared to leave Feng Xiaoliu any face.

"Brilliant! It seems that you didn't use all your strength with that shot just now!"

"You don't think I have tried my best, do you?"

"Since you dare to be ignorant and confront me with one hand, I will tell you that there are some things that others can do because they have that strength."

"There are some things you can't do, because you don't have that strength."

As he spoke, Feng Xiaoliu clenched the Imperius gun with both hands wearing Nether Claws, and his vitality swarmed the guns, and the guns came out to face Zhang Heng who was approaching.

The long spear of Feng Xiaoliu's Soul Reaper was like electricity, and the blood-red blazing blade pierced straight, mixed with the piercing sound of the piercing air, and pierced Zhang Heng's slowly coming Overlord's spear.

Compared with the speed of Hefeng Xiaoliu's Imperius gun, which seemed to be able to chase light and electricity, Zhang Heng's Overlord's gun was as slow as a tortoise or a snail, and he only pierced less than three feet.

Feng Xiaoliu's Imperius Spear had crossed several feet and collided with Zhang Heng's Overlord Spear.

Two shots collided, and something surprising happened.