Chapter 137: Who is Faster?
Zhang Doumi's words came to a sudden halt as a long sword pierced through his back and the tip of the sword had already penetrated his chest. He looked incredulously at the sword that accompanied him day and night on his chest, and reluctantly glanced at the lush bamboo and pine forests around him. He let out a long cry and collapsed on his back.
Li Changsheng drew his long sword and as he turned around, he saw Shen Jiahao holding a gun towards him. Twenty black clad men behind him also aimed at him with handguns.
Dozens of guns were aimed at Li Changsheng at the same time, which helped Shen Jiahao regain his confidence. He grinned grimly and said, "I know you're very fast. I don't know if you're faster than bullets?"
The newborn sun shone orange sunshine on Li Changsheng's face. Shen Jiahao saw Li Changsheng's eyebrows spread out, his eyes calm, and his temperament like the sun and moon entering his arms, but there was no hint of panic on his face. Shen Jiahao couldn't help but feel uneasy again.
Li Changsheng said coldly, "Of course bullets are faster. But my movements only need to be faster than each of you pulling the trigger finger."
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Li Changsheng quickly lowered his body, like a whirlwind passing through the crowd. Shen Jiahao felt the figure in front of him flicker, and Li Changsheng approached him, like lightning suddenly appearing in the night sky. Time was too short for him to think much, and Shen Jiahao immediately raised his hand and fired a shot. Before the gun could even sound, Shen Jiahao's body strength was suddenly drained and his stomach became cold. He lowered his head and saw a long, wide opening between his chest and abdomen. He looked around and saw that without a single shot, the twenty elites he had trained over the years had fallen to the ground in all directions. Shen Jiahao's eyes became increasingly red, and finally he could see nothing.
In the transparent sky like a sapphire, a few faint white clouds are torn apart by the gentle breeze, and the rising sun sprinkles golden sunlight onto the tranquil and open Qinglong Ridge. Li Changsheng walked to the door of the first wing to the west of the backyard of the Taoist Temple and knocked on the door. Yin Lingzhi opened the door, but it was only one person wide and blocked by her. She asked lightly, "What's up?" Her snow-white dress remained spotless, and her face was not only peaceful, but also a bit more charming.
Li Changsheng said, "Senior Sister, I have dealt with all the enemies. Only Ruoshui, I let her go down the mountain. Because Ruoshui was also deceived. As far as I know, the Shen family has no hostility towards the Wenshi Temple."
Yin Lingzhi remained silent for a moment before saying, "Changsheng, you did the right thing. It was thanks to you that Wenshi Temple escaped this disaster." Yin Lingzhi's originally fair cheeks were tinged with intoxicating redness, as if she had been drunk. Compared to usual, it is a bit less dignified and more charming.
"To the west of Qinglong Ridge is Baihu Slope, where the soil is loose. Although these people have ulterior motives and are extremely vicious, they should not expose their bodies in the wilderness, and their bodies should not be used as food for wild animals. You go take these people's bodies to Baihu Slope and bury them." She, who has always been quiet, also felt a little more anxious in her words.