After thinking about it, Zhan Long lifted his pistol and walked towards Wu Yekai. The distance between the two was not far, but not close. There were countless people fighting between the two sides, and the sword light was full of swords. If you accidentally stick it, you might be seriously injured. Zhan Long pushed and kicked it all the time. He finally approached Wu Yekai. When he came behind him, he saw him waving a steel knife all over the sky, and he was very happy to kill. He reached out to pat his shoulder and smiled and said, "Brother, that's enough!"

Leng Ran felt someone patting his shoulder. Wu Yekai was shocked. He didn't hear what the person behind him said. Without thinking, he instinctively swung his backhand out with a backhand.

Zhan Long reacted very quickly. He lowered his head and dodged the knife. His eyes flashed with cold light. He faced Wu Yekai's eyes that turned his head and surprised gaze. He said coldly: "Damn you!"

Isn't this Zhan Long?! Wu Yekai felt cold in his heart, and waved his hand to prepare for another knife, but as soon as his arm was raised, Zhan Long's gun fired. The knife was not as fast as the gun, so it depends on the person who used the knife. Unfortunately, this time it was Wu Yekai who used the knife, and Zhan Long who held the gun was Zhan Long. Zhan Long's gun barrel had already been attached to Wu Yekai's lower abdomen. As soon as he raised the knife, Zhan Long had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, Wu Ye opened a hole in his stomach, but he was also cruel enough. His body was shaking. He bit his teeth and continued to swing the knife, but the force was much worse. Zhan Long quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist holding the knife, and pulled the trigger. With the sound of the gunshot, Wu Ye opened his eyes turned white and fell down softly against Zhan Long's body. Zhan Long turned back, and a large piece of white clothes were red.

Wu Yekai was shot and killed by Zhan Long. The other three elder brothers watched it from behind. Things happened too quickly, or Wu Yekai died too quickly, and they didn't even have a chance to rescue him. What a powerful Zhan Long, it was indeed worthy of his reputation! The three of them were frightened and looked at each other without saying hello, and they rubbed backwards. The three of them were all retreating, but they didn't dare to run too fast, for fear of attracting Zhan Long's attention. When Wu Yekai died, the fighting spirit that Beihongmen had just mentioned suddenly disappeared like a deflated ball. Once the fighting spirit was lost, there was no need to fight. The people in front retreated one after another, and many people behind didn't understand what was going on. They squeezed forward desperately, retreated and advanced, and the Beihongmen became a group.

Zhan Long looked around, smiled coldly, and put away the gun. He thought he had no need to shoot again. The other party was just a group of mobs, but strangely, there was such a man under Xie Wendong. Just when he was proud, there were suddenly stars at the end of the road far behind him, and the yellow lights connected into a long dragon. Zhan Long didn't notice it at first, but the clear rumbling sound made him feel something was wrong. When he looked back, Zhan Long was startled. What was this? He gathered his eyes and looked around, and it took him a long time to see that it was motorcycles, all in black clothes on the car, and his sharp steel knives were slanted beside the car. At such a long distance, Zhan Long could still feel the cold air on the knife, and his hair could not help but stand up one by one. The other party had not arrived yet, but his momentum was pressing over like a terrifying wave.

Zhan Long could feel the pressure, his men could feel it, even the three laozi who fled in a hurry. The three of them stood there and looked away for a long time. Fang Guodong blinked and murmured: "It seems like they are my own people!"

"Nonsense!" The other two elder brothers rolled their eyes at the same time and said this, but Gao Xuan's heart finally let go, secretly breathed a sigh in his heart: Finally, there is rescue! The souls of the two who were almost scared away by Zhan Long returned to their original position, their spirits increased, and they shouted in unison: "You are here, brothers, fight back!"

The people below had already stabilized their bodies. They were stunned for a moment, and then shouted and killed them again. Some people just threw away their knives while running, but now they were too late to pick them up. So they simply put two quick bricks on the spot and grabbed them in their hands, screaming and shouting with the crowd to kill them.

Although Zhan Long was frightened, he was experienced and became quick. He first sent some people to resist the resurgence of Sanye Piaozi, and then organized others to prepare to fight the motorcyclists who were killed from behind. He drew his gun and counted the bullets on his body. The battle just now consumed a lot, and now there were less than two magazines left. He didn't know how many people there were on the other side. It seemed that this battle was not easy to fight. Zhan Long murmured in his heart and secretly thought about a countermeasure. The only chance of winning was to kill the opponent's main general with one shot. He was just a few sureties, and he was not sure.

The motorcycle cavalry was extremely fast. When Zhan Long was thinking about it, he had already reached a few dozen meters away. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the speed of the motorcycle did not decrease at all. One by one, like arrows off the string, rushed into the crowd. Zhan Long made a move and took his heart out. There was no time to hesitate anymore. He raised his hand and shot the gun, and the car overturned. The knight on the motorcycle in the front was shot through his helmet and fell down, but the speed of the car did not decrease and he still rushed into the crowd. The people in Nanhongmen screamed and dodged, but some were still scratched.

Zhan Long fired two more shots in a row and knocked down two motorcycles, but the number of opponents was too large, how could one gun be able to hit? In a moment, several motorcycles rushed into the crowd, and suddenly they were overturned and wailed. The people who rolled down from the motorcycle were fighting with the Nanhongmen Gang.

At the beginning, Zhan Long's men still had some formations, but as the motorcycles collided, the two sides mixed together. Zhan Long held the gun in both hands and attacked left and right, and many people were injured under his gun. At this time, a motorcycle passed by him, and the steel knife stretched out from the car slashed Zhan Long's neck directly. Before the knife arrived, the cold wind arrived first, and Zhan Long's neck was filled with goose bumps. He experienced the master, and rolled on the spot, and the blade whistled over his head. "Zhika!" With a sound of the motorcycle, the big man in the car jumped down with his legs and swung his sword at Zhan Long who was about to get up. This knife was made of steel, although not long, it was wide and heavy. In addition, the big man swung his arms, and the force of the chopping was like a mountain pressing the top of him.

Zhan Long was about to get up at this time, and was forced back by the knife. He had no choice but to abandon the double robbery, and supported the ground with both hands and continued to roll back. At the same time, during the rolling process, he picked up a knife on the ground, and when his body was slowing down, he swung it out with all his strength. Zhan Long's counterattack was still powerful. The knife that was cut out during the rolling was extremely fast. A flash of cold light, and the blade had reached the front of the big man's legs. How much

It was a bit beyond his expectations, but the man was very skilled. He didn't see how his legs bent. The man had risen high and went up to the top and stabbed him diagonally. Zhanlong had reached the end of his strength and could not avoid him anymore. He had to hold the handle of the knife with both hands and knock the knife that the man stabbed outward. With a jingling sound, Zhanlong suddenly felt stuffy in his chest, and his eyes were pitch black, and his arms were as if they were subjected to electric shock, from his fingers to his armpits.

The war dragon has a great power, but compared to the big man, it is even more checked. Moreover, the human sword power is concentrated at one point. When he knocks with all his strength, the tip of the knife is slightly tilted. Although it did not pierce into his vital points, it stabs his shoulders and collarbone in front and back and heart-warming.

Zhan Long screamed in pain, and with the power of the sword of the Great Man, he rolled into the grass beside the road from the road. The huge pain on his shoulder made him shaking, and blood dyed half of his clothes blood red. If someone had suffered such a serious injury, he would have fallen down long ago. However, Zhan Long was one of the eight kings of the Nanhongmen after all, how could he compare with ordinary people? Now he can no longer care whether the group of subordinates brought by him will die or live. Whether he can escape alive is a question. The existence of the Great Man posed the most direct and deadliest threat to his life. Zhan Long covered the wound on his shoulder and ran into the depths of the grass.

The big man succeeded with a knife, and he would not let him leave easily. Seeing that he was about to escape, he chased him with a knife without thinking.

Zhan Long heard footsteps behind him and knew that the man was chasing him. He gritted his teeth in secret, thinking that this was too much. He deliberately kept his speed, pretending to be insufficiency, and staggered to run forward. The man was overjoyed when he saw this, and he stepped faster. He rushed out a few steps, and the distance between him and Zhan Long was only three meters away. As long as he was closer, the man believed that he would pierce his heart with a knife. Just as the man was proud of his heart, Zhan Long seemed to be stirred by something, his body fell tilted, and he pierced his head.

The man laughed out loud. There is no way for a person to be in trouble. The stones on the road can go against you. Whether Zhanlong is really falling or fake, this fight is really bad. He is covered in mud and has several holes cut by the stones on the ground. His forehead is red and black. He can no longer see his true nature. He lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. The man was not in the mood to sympathize with Zhanlong because what he wants most now is the fate of this king.

"Accept your fate!" The big man shook his knife in his hand and walked towards Zhan Long who was falling to the ground. When he came closer, Zhan Long was trying hard to get up, but he lay down weakly after a long time of hard work. He lowered his head, and sweat dripped down on the ground. The big man walked back and forth in front of him twice, sighing in his heart that this person is also among the top five people in Nanhongmen. It is really a destiny to end like this today. No matter how high a person is, when you fall, you are just a person after all. The big man raised the knife in his hand slightly and smiled and said, "Zhan Long, don't blame me!"

Zhan Long still didn't look up, but just asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you Dongxinlei?" The man smiled upwards and said, "That's right!" "Very good!" Zhan Long said coldly, as he spoke, he gently hooked his fingers close to his feet, and a four-inch-long thunder appeared in his palm. This was his weapon at the bottom of his box. This was the first time he used it since his debut. He even thought he would never have the chance to use it again in his life, because there was no one in the world who could force him to use this gun. But today, he was really at the end of his life. Dongxinlei's sword technique was beyond the scope he could understand.

"Very good?" Dong Xinlei wondered if Zhan Long's head had broken. He could only laugh after hearing this, but his open mouth opened even more. His eyes were still stunned. He saw Zhan Long raise his head, and the blood on his face could not show the smile on his face. Of course, this was not the reason why Dong Xinlei was stunned. He also saw the gun in Zhan Long's hand, the deadly palm thunder. When Zhan Long was in close range and Zhan Long had prepared in advance, no one in the world could escape from his gun. A long time ago, the old man said this to Dong Xinlei and told him that if he had a close hand in hand with Zhan Long in the future, he must first take action and suppress his gun technique with continuous attacks. Only in this way can he still have hope of winning. Dong Xinlei did it just now, but now he is under Zhan Long's gun.

Zhan Long sat up slowly, his right hand drooped weakly, and he could not use any strength. He suspected that the tendons and veins of his arm were broken by Dongxin Lei's thorn. However, he was not discouraged, thinking that Dongxin Lei's life was much more valuable than his arm. "I'm very happy that it was you!" Zhan Long said, and the gun in his hand did not leave Dongxin Lei's eyebrows for a moment.

Dong Xinlei shook his head and sighed: "I really hope that one of the people standing here is not me."

Zhan Long sneered, "So, accept your fate!" Zhan Long really wanted to talk to Dongxin Leido for a while. Generally, those who are in the victory often do not want the enemy to die too early, at least not to die before he plays enough. However, the wound on Zhan Long's shoulders is bleeding. If he does not take emergency treatment, he knows that he may also follow Dongxin Lei soon. Zhan Long endured the huge pain, smiled, and was ready to pull the trigger. Dongxin Lei did not show any color. He said, "I am not the one who accepts his fate, and I know that fate will stand on my side today!" Zhan Long smiled anxiously and said, "It is a good thing to have confidence, but blind confidence is stupid. You can pray now!" As he spoke, Zhan Long slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers. {Piaotian Silk Road Thanks to all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}
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