Shopkeeper Zhao is just an ordinary person. It''s not impossible for any brave person or even any dancer to hurt him.

    Even, he didn''t feel how the long gun in Zhang Heng''s hand suddenly shot.

    The rotten silver gun in Zhang Heng''s hand had cut through the air and passed by his left cheek in an instant.

    As the rotten silver gun pierced from the left side of his cheek, shopkeeper Zhao''s face changed greatly, and he immediately thought of something that was difficult for him to accept: "the young man in front of him, the previous shot directly cut off my right ear. Now he shot again and flashed close to my left side. He didn''t want to cut off my left ear?"

    With this in mind, shopkeeper Zhao immediately stretched out his left hand without hesitation, raised his hand and touched his left ear.

    Then he found that his left ear was still unharmed on his own head.

    Zhang Heng on the other side looked at shopkeeper Zhao''s panicked look. A faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth and said, "don''t worry, I don''t like eating people''s ears. Cut off an oath, punish and admonish. What do you do with your second ear?"

    "I didn''t say it all before. I just want to see your hidden cards. I didn''t say I really want to cut off your ears."

    "Oh, by the way, what about your remaining cards? Why don''t you come?"

    As soon as Zhang Heng''s voice fell, he heard a rattling sound behind him, like the sound of rock collapse.

    Then he heard the sound of whew and rushed to his back.

    Zhang Heng can''t see the scene behind him, but others outside can see it clearly.

    I saw the ground on the seventh floor of Huangyang restaurant, which was as smooth as a mirror. At this moment, it suddenly broke up like a flat dead leaf. From below, a teal gray, metallic sharp long cone was suddenly in the kitchen.

    The long cone suddenly shocked and stabbed Zhang Heng''s Vest where he didn''t come back.

    If this stab is hit, it will certainly pierce Zhang Heng''s body from behind, and then destroy the heart pulse in Zhang Heng''s chest.

    Zhang Heng naturally doesn''t want to see such a thing.

    The ear listens to the things behind that have been coerced by the sharp breaking wind, and straight through to his vest.

    It''s too late for Zhang Heng to turn back and resist.

    Without hesitation, he suddenly swept the long gun out of his hand.

    The silver light sweeps across like an extremely large silver blade wheel, which suddenly cuts off. The speed is amazing, and the thunder can''t cover your ears.

    The sharp cone attacking Zhang Heng''s Vest didn''t have time to escape. There was a clang of gold and iron, and the dark blue sharp cone with metallic luster had hit with the rotten silver gun quickly cut out of Zhang Heng''s right hand.

    However, this attack successfully prevented the dark blue sharp cone from penetrating into Zhang Heng''s vest, but did not cut off the sharp cone with a shot. Zhang Heng turned around and found that the top of the rotten silver gun he had just fought with the dark blue sharp cone had left a deep dent.

    The dark blue sharp pointed cone withstood Zhang Heng''s blow. Instead of being destroyed by Zhang Heng''s blow, it left a deep dent on the blue silver gun in Zhang Heng''s hand.

    What exactly is this Turquoise cone like?

    Why is it so sharp?

    Zhang Heng and everyone looked at the sharp cone sticking out from the ground under their feet, and thought in their hearts.

    The sharp cone seemed not to be ready to give Zhang Heng the slightest chance to breathe. The blow didn''t work. Immediately, the sharp cone roared and stabbed Zhang Heng straight in the chest again.

    Zhang Heng immediately shook his long gun and shot the other party.

    This time, Zhang Heng integrated a lot of stabbing force and rotating force from the rotten silver gun in his right hand.

    His shot was like a rapidly rotating drill bit, pointing to a point on the sharp cone sent by tribute.

    With a clank, the rotten silver gun in Zhang Heng''s hand collided with the sharp cone with dark blue and metallic luster again.

    However, different from the last time, after a sharp sound, the rotten silver gun in Zhang Heng''s hand was not directly shaken into the air by the sharp cone.

    Instead, he began to aim at a point on the jet black sharp cone and spun at top speed.

    The next moment, the people saw that the dark cyan sharp cone slowly began to rustle with dark cyan powder on the ground.

    At this time, with the deepening of Zhang Heng''s rotten silver gun, the sharp cone suddenly began to exude pale blue liquid.

    The liquid gave off a disgusting and strange smell. When it fell to the ground, it could actually look down on the ground. In a twinkling, it had looked down on the originally smooth ground like a mirror, like the surface of the moon.

    The crowd looked at the sharp cone, and there was a strange and terrible cyan juice flowing inside. They couldn''t help looking at each other. They didn''t understand what the dark cyan sharp cone they saw was like.

    At this time, a shrill and strange scream came from the crack pierced by the sharp cone at the feet of the people.

    This shrill sound, like the singing of birds and the roaring of tigers, is unspeakable and strange.

    With the sound, the sharp cone pierced by Zhang Heng and flowing out of the pale cyan juice suddenly curled back into the deep hole gap like a living creature.

    It''s attacking Zhang Heng below. Since it''s a living creature!

    Zhang Heng and others thought that it was only when someone used a strange weapon to attack Zhang Heng that they found that there might be a deviation in their ideas.

    With this in mind, Zhang Heng suddenly thought of a possibility.

    If a person uses a strange weapon to fight, it is very likely that this person has only one strange weapon, but only two at most.

    However, if the opponent is not a strange weapon manipulated by people, but a claw of a living creature, I''m afraid there will never be only one such claw.

    Just when Zhang Heng thought of this in his heart, around the ground where he was standing, there was a strange and crisp sound. In the crisp sound, seven sharp, dark blue cones popped up in the ground around Zhang Heng at the same time. As before, Zhang Heng was surrounded in the middle. Without hesitation, he began to stab frantically towards Zhang Heng in the center.

    Among the seven sharp cones, there is another sharp cone, which was injured by Zhang Heng before. At this time, the sharp cone is still flowing slowly towards the outside.

    Seeing that he resisted a sharp pointed cone and had some difficulty dealing with the rotten silver gun in his hand, he saw seven sharp pointed cones and stabbed at the key points of his body on his front chest, back, head and feet at the same time.

    He immediately launched the defense method created by his unique skill "no leakage" imitating the overlord gun without hesitation.

    Although this forging body defense method does not use the power of vitality to support Zhang Heng and improve his speed and reaction ability.

    However, because of Zhang Heng''s own forging method, he has reached the first level of forging at this time.

    Therefore, his body today, even without the blessing of strength, is a world different from before. If he uses the defense method, let alone a fly or a sand, don''t want to fall on him.

    In the twinkling of an eye, Zhang Heng was waving a dazzling silver light ball by the rotten silver gun in his hand.

    A sharp pointed cone pierced the light ball and was directly hit by the rotten silver gun in Zhang Heng''s hand.

    Another sharp pointed cone pierced the light ball and was again knocked out by the rotten silver gun in Zhang Heng''s hand.

    But Zhang Heng''s face, which was in the silver ball of light, had become a little ugly at this time.

    Because he suddenly found that the material of the rotten silver gun in his hand was too ordinary. It was only two collisions, and a deep crack had appeared above.

    If he is hit by the other party''s sharp cone again, even if the other party can''t break through the defense and kill himself, the other party can destroy the rotten silver gun in his hand in a moment, so that Zhang Heng can''t use this defense method at all.

    At that time, Zhang Heng will run away with his bare hands.

    Thinking of this, Zhang Heng couldn''t help getting upset.

    Suddenly, looking at the sharp cones around, Zhang Hengxin suddenly moved: "I have inferred that this sharp cone may be the claws of some monster."

    "Looking at the shape and number of claws, can''t the monster attacking me be a big spider monster?"

    Thinking of this, a sudden and bright light appeared in Zhang Heng''s eyes.

    Because he suddenly thought of a thing, a way, a way to get out of the siege and break the unfavorable situation of being passively beaten and surrounded.

    But I don''t know why Zhang Heng is always restless.

    Looking at the sharp sharp cones waving around one by one, Zhang Heng suddenly narrowed his eyes. He thought of something: "even if this is not the claw of a spider, but the claw of some other guy, it can''t have only an odd number of claws? Where''s his other claw?"

    The other half, under the command of Huang Gong, who carefully checked the war situation, saw that Zhang Heng seemed to be directly surrounded in the center by a sharp cone of temperament. He couldn''t get out of the encirclement. He couldn''t help but worry on his face and said, "are you all right, Mr. Lin, do you want me to help?"

    Unexpectedly, as soon as his voice fell, there was a sudden click on the ground on his side, and a deep hole had been cracked. In the deep space, a sharp sharp cone with Wu cyan and metallic luster suddenly shot out of it.

    Without waiting for the commander of Huang Gong to turn around and check what happened there, the sharp claw had made a sudden hissing sound, cut through the air and stabbed directly under the ribs of Huang Gong, then easily broke the rib defense of Huang Gong, and then a gentle stroke had cut the fragile but crucial heart pulse in Huang Gong''s chest.