(I'll send you the second chapter. I'll try to read more tomorrow.)
Outside the living room, as Yang Ming shouted, the originally noisy voice suddenly quieted down.
"Attack!"
In the darkness, ten deep sniper shots suddenly rang out, piercing through the air and arriving in front of Desolate Ning in an instant.
At the same time, eighteen tongues of fire lit up in the darkness, and almost a thousand rounds of heavy machine gun bullets were fired at Desolate Ning.
Attacking from all directions without any blind spots, ordinary martial arts grandmasters could die if they could not dodge in time.
"Firearms?"
Desolate Ning muttered, his body was filled with a monstrous killing intent, his eyes turning blood-red.
"Golden Bell Shield!"
Desolate Ning's inner strength was like a sea. A thick golden light shield covered his entire body. The bullets hit the golden light shield, creating ripples, but they couldn't break through the defense.
With the help of his inner strength, the Golden Bell Shield was as stable as Mount Tai and was impenetrable.
"Sword!"
Desolate Ning shouted coldly. He pointed his right hand towards the sky, and an incomparably sharp and terrifying sword Qi shot up into the sky. It was like a peerless divine sword had been born, condensing into a sword light that was more than three zhang long in the air.
This glaring sword light was like countless needles that were about to hit him. It emitted a sharp aura. Even from dozens of meters away, one could still feel the terrifying sword intent.
"Break!"
Desolate Ning waved his right hand, and a sword light that was three zhang long slashed down.
Suddenly, the wall in front of Desolate Ning was cut in half like tofu, revealing the scene outside.
"Ah!" "Ah!"
Miserable screams rang out. A few Machine Gunners with Gatling guns did not manage to dodge in time and were directly split in half. Their intestines and internal organs flowed all over the ground.
The few surviving Machine Gunners all turned pale. They didn't expect the enemy to be able to survive under such a dense amount of energy, and even display inhuman strength.
The 30-foot-long sword light exploded and turned into countless sword lights, shooting out in all directions. The entire living room of the Yang Family Mansion Number One was turned into ruins.
The few snipers who were sniping Desolate Ning were pierced by the sword rays, turning into a hornet's nest.
In a few breaths, the shooters that the Yang family had prepared were all wiped out.
On the ruins, Desolate Ning's clothes fluttered in the wind. His black hair fluttered in the wind. Another sword light gathered on his right fingertip. It carried a terrifying aura that could destroy everything. It slowly rose into the sky, like a peerless god of death from hell.
" Devil, run, run!"
A few Yang family members who were close to the ruined hall screamed and ran away.
One of them started to run away, and the others completely lost their confidence. They threw down the weapons in their hands and hurriedly fled into the distance.
Desolate Ning's god-like attack had completely shattered the confidence of ordinary people.
However, before they could even take a few steps, they were cut into two by Desolate Ning's sword Qi, leaving their corpses on the ground.
Yang Ming stood in the distance. There were more than a dozen people surrounding him. When he saw Xiao Ning, who was like a demon god, and his terrifying attack, Yang Ming couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. The Yang Family was probably in danger tonight.
"Let the death squad attack!"
Yang Ming turned his head and shouted behind him.
"The death squad is ready."
A middle-aged man in a black tight-fitting suit with many bombs tied to his body said.
"Alright, you guys go ahead. The Yang family will take good care of your family!”
Yang Ming said as he patted the middle-aged man's shoulder.
The Death Troop was a small team that the Yang family would send out when they encountered an enemy that they could not defeat. They would resolve the crisis by dying together with the enemy.
"Kill them!"
The middle-aged man shouted and pulled the fuse, dashing towards Desolate Ning. There were more than ten people behind him, and their faces were filled with the desire to die.
Human bombs were extremely cruel.
Desolate Ning's eyes narrowed. He naturally saw a group of people who were not afraid of death.
The sword radiance in his hands surged, and sharp sword Qi burst out from his ten fingers. It was the Six Meridians Divine Sword that the Duan Clan of Dali had lost for thousands of years.
The sword light was like a pillar, and the sword Qi was overwhelming. These warriors were killed before they could get close to Desolate Ning.
"Bang!""Bang!""Bang!"
The sound of the bomb continued to ring out, and the entire Yang Family Mansion Number One collapsed in the explosion. The ground cracked, as if there was an earthquake.
In the explosion, Yang Ming looked nervously at the explosion area. If the bomb couldn't solve Xiao Ning, then he could only touch the real foundation of the family.
"Is he dead?"
"This demon must have been killed by the explosion!"
In the crowd, many people looked hopeful. They hoped that Desolate Ning would be killed by the explosion, so that the crisis of the Yang family would be resolved.
"Flying Dragon in the Sky!"
A deep voice sounded in the sea of fire. Then, a golden light flashed and a huge golden dragon shadow, which was more than 15 meters long, soared into the sky, carrying Desolate Ning out of the sea of fire.
Desolate Ning was completely unharmed. The golden dragon was circling behind him as if it was looking down on all living beings.
"Bring out your Yang Family's true strength, or you will all die!”
Desolate Ning shouted. His voice was like a wave of air that swept out in all directions, engulfing everything in its path.
Yang Ming's face was pale. He didn't expect the death squad to be useless. It seemed that he could only use the family's heritage.
The family's heritage was something that could only be used when the family was on the verge of death. For more than a thousand years, the Yang family had almost never touched its heritage.
"Patriarch, the elders are already in position. This might be their last battle. Are you sure you want to make a move?”
Someone behind Yang Ming said.
"This is the only way for the clan to survive!”
Yang Ming clenched his fists. At this moment, his hatred for Xiao Ning was unprecedentedly strong.
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