Yan Shou was secretly surprised, this man felt so oppressive! I don't know if it was because of the lighting, but he always had the illusion that this man was like a robot made of steel, with dark skin and snake-like muscles... …Hiss… Oh my god, Dahan doesn’t seem to have such strong and tight muscles. www.pAo8.cOM_
It was he who saved her just now. Could it be that... he is also from Tianmen? But he is also a high-level member of Tianmen. He is highly regarded by Di Cheng. He has seen everything he should and shouldn't see. There are also a few mysterious figures. I have heard of it. But this kind of powerful man with an amazing sense of oppression... seems to have never been heard of.
The Iron Tower Man glanced at him indifferently, but did not pay any attention to him. Instead, he focused all his attention on Leng Tong, who was on full alert.
who is he??
He is Tu Qingcang!!
More than three months ago, I found Xu Yun under the escort of Sha Lang. They had a lot of exchanges with each other and had a deeper understanding of the current situation and the strength of Tianmen. Looking at the old rival, the old Tu Qingcang was happy for his friend from the bottom of his heart because he was living a free and easy life. However, he always had a bit of disdain for the kind of fighting and killing in the underworld, so he had been recuperating in the hospital during this period.
But just this afternoon, Xu Yun suddenly found him and said he had a good show to watch, and then he came here inexplicably.
Tu Qingcang was not a fool. He understood Xu Yun's plan as soon as he arrived at the scene. He wanted to reacquaint himself with the underworld melee and also assist the Tianmen troops to kill the enemy generals.
I didn't take action before, but stayed in the depths of the battle circle, feeling the madness, tragedy and pride. Overall...it's better than I thought, it's pretty good!
Tu Qingcang creaked and shook his neck: "The mouth of the cannibal is short and the hands of the taker are soft. That boy Xu Yun has taken good care of me during this period. I have to repay his favor no matter what. I'm sorry, little guy. Today It will be bad luck for you later."
Leng Tong's expression was solemn, he tightened his grip on the silver gun and backed away slowly: "Report your registration number, I, Leng Tong, will not kill nameless ghosts with my gun."
"Haha..." Tu Qingcang chuckled, but the laughter had a different kind of gloom and chill against the appearance and momentum: "It's a very old-fashioned question, but it doesn't hurt to tell you, I... Tu Qingcang!"
"Tu Qingcang? Never heard of it!"
"You may not have heard of it now, but when you get to hell, you will have many partners!" Tu Qingcang casually flirted with Leng Tong: "Come on, young man, I will give you three chances to take the initiative."
"What did you say?" Leng Tong's expression suddenly turned cold.
"If you don't want to repeat it a second time, or if you don't want to die early, get over here immediately."
"Young man, you look down on me!!" Leng Tong was furious. His body shook forward violently. The silver gun in his hand was like a dragon falling into the sea. The shaking shadow turned into more than ten sharp arrows, pointing at his forehead, throat, heart and other places. At vital parts.
The castration was like a rainbow, the sudden attack was like a light, and the afterimage had just taken shape. In the next moment, it appeared at Tu Qingcang's throat, and contrary to common sense, it solidified.
In order to teach the arrogant big man in front of him a lesson, Leng Tong used all his strength. Seeing that the head of his gun was about to pierce the opponent's throat, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Get out of the way!!" Yan Shou shouted urgently. He didn't expect that this big man looked so tough, but his reaction was so slow. At the very least, he should make some escape movements to the side. Once he was hit, it would be fatal. .
puff!!!
Leng Tong's gun hit accurately and stabbed into Tu Qingcang's throat without any suspense!
Can……
The coldness on his face gradually stiffened, and then turned into dullness. Leng Tong stared blankly at the tip of his gun. It was indeed a hit, but it didn't penetrate at all! It was actually stuck there, making it difficult to get in again. Every cent.
It seems that it is not flesh, but a steel plate!
"Hiss..." Yan Shou took a breath, and his mouth slowly changed into an O shape. His aunt, is the end of the world coming? Has he really produced a robot?
"Compared to the spear Qian Sen, you are far behind!" Tu Qingcang moved slightly, grasped the head of the gun inserted in his throat, slowly pushed it out, and said coldly: "Continue."
Leng Tong stared blankly at his silver gun, obviously unable to accept the fact before him. Iron cloth shirt??!! He knows Qigong?!! It took the gang leader ten years to practice Qigong. Could this man...
Shaking his head vigorously, Leng Tong calmed down completely. He forgot about the deafening roars and the fierce fighting all around, and all his energy was transferred to Tu Qingcang. He moved slowly and carefully searched for loopholes.
In just a short moment, Leng Tong suddenly shouted loudly, his body jumped up suddenly, his spear turned into an iron whip, and he whipped Tu Qingcang's back of the head hard. No matter how powerful his qigong was, it could only be concentrated in a certain place in his body. I don't believe your head can withstand the blows of an iron gun.
Phew!! The spear hit the target accurately again, and the imaginable splash of blood and shock force did not appear. It was as if... it was thrown out of the opponent's body silently.
Missed? This word suddenly flashed through Leng Tong's mind, but he had accumulated too much power before and almost threw himself out when the hit missed, throwing himself on the ground in a panic.
Yan Shou closed his eyes hard, then slapped his mouth in front of his face, staring at Tu Qingcang. He just... uh... teleported? It's over, it's really the end of the world, where? A monster coming?
"Continue." Tu Qingcang, who had crossed out at the fastest speed before, glanced at Leng Tong and snorted slightly. Although he can't defeat Di Cheng, bullying little things like you is as easy as killing a chicken. !
"I don't accept it!!" Leng Tong was stunned for a moment, then shot Tu Qingcang's eyes with a 'Random Matchmaker'.
"You are messing with your sense of proportion. This is a big no-no."
Qiang!! Tu Qingcang's raised right hand accurately intercepted the trajectory of Leng Tong's silver gun, and slowly held the weird-shaped gun head.
"Three opportunities have passed, your life... belongs to me!!"
A cold snort came from his empty nostrils. Tu Qingcang grabbed the spear and pulled it back fiercely. His body swayed and he appeared next to Leng Tong in an instant. His right hand that followed was clenched into a fist, and the sharp thrusts wrapped around the manic evil spirit. Intention, attack suddenly.
Unable to accept the failure, Leng Tong was in a daze. By the time he felt threatened... it was already too late!!
On the battlefield, Death will not show mercy to any mistakes!
Bang!! The iron fist hit the center of the mouth, and the sharp thorns shattered Leng Tong's muscles and heart-protecting bones, and went straight into the heart... the heart! In the weird cracking sound, the heart turned into strong blood and surged in the chest, and the iron fist went Unrelenting, he continued his rampage and penetrated through the back.
Leng Tong looked at the arm inserted into his chest in disbelief. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but what he spat out was large amounts of blood and broken flesh and bones. All the strength in his body was like a deflated balloon, which was quickly withdrawn. Body.
Um... Leng Tong grabbed Tu Qingcang, and the remaining fighting spirit prompted him to pinch the opponent's neck, but... before his outstretched hand could reach the target, a burst of darkness like the sky and the earth came into his sight, and then... powerlessly He collapsed, his body twitched unconsciously a few times, and then became silent again.
Yan Shou stared blankly at the tragic death of Leng Tong, and his brain was slightly disconnected. The second general of the Black Dragon Gang was just... dead?
"It's a bit boring." Tu Qingcang slowly pulled out his arm and looked at the entire battlefield. Although it looked full of enthusiasm, it should be the battlefield career he longed for, but for some reason, he only felt excited in his heart, but there was no restlessness.
Perhaps the Skynet mission mentioned by Xu Yun is what he yearns for the most? What about the Chief Judge, what Shura Buddha, what the roar of the God of War, what the left hand of the God of Death. Every time I think of these words, my soul can't help but tremble.
When Di Cheng returns to China, we have to experience it with him no matter what.
But... now let’s help Xu Yun and get rid of this bullshit Black Dragon Gang first!!
"All the people wearing red are from the Black Dragon Gang?" Tu Qingcang shrugged his shoulders and asked Yan Shou.
"Ah? Ahhh, that's right." Yan Shou's eyes still couldn't leave Leng Tong's body. After a brief moment of sluggishness, excitement that wanted to roar to the sky surged into his heart. His expression was extremely excited. Leng Tong was dead! Leng Tong was dead! Dead!!
"That's good!" His expression gradually became ferocious. Tu Qingcang took a deep breath, then let out a roar like a beast, and stepped hard on the battlefield as he stepped forward.
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