Zhao Weigong was furious, and rushed to Ximen Lang in three steps and two steps, and cursed: "Go to hell..." The two swords flashed with brilliant light and struck fiercely.
Ximen Lang fought back, and quickly danced the machete in his hand twice. There were only two clanging sounds, and sparks flew in the air. He blocked the opponent's swords, and the machete slashed towards Zhao Weigong's chest like lightning.
"Oops..." Suddenly, Xiao Muqing's cry came from not far away.
Ximen Lang hurriedly turned his head and glanced around, only to see a cut on Xiao Muqing's right arm. The blood stained the sleeves red. The dagger in his hand had fallen. Under the attack of many members of the Underworld Gang, he could only rely on his flexibility.
His body skills were barely able to hold him up, and dangers abounded.
The masters exchanged blows, and the opportunity passed in an instant. When Ximen Lang was distracted, Zhao Weigong held the blade of his sword with his left hand, and suddenly struck him with the right sword, making a fierce sound.
When Ximen Lang came to his senses, he hurriedly dodged, but it was already too late. The machete struck him on his left shoulder, blood spattered, and he screamed in pain, took two steps back, kicked out a series of whirlwind kicks, and pushed two people up.
land
The members of the Fu Gang were kicked out. He didn't care about fighting with Zhao Weigong anymore. He endured the severe pain in his shoulder and slashed out the machete crazily, cutting down all the enemies in front of him, and headed in the direction of Xiao Muqing.
Rush over.
Zhao Weigong succeeded with one move and shouted: "Hurry and catch that bitch, she will live..."
After hearing the order from the leader, more than a dozen underworld gangs surrounding Xiao Muqing threw the machetes, steel pipes and other weapons in their hands on the ground, rushed over crazily, and threw Xiao Muqing to the ground like a human net, and then twisted
He held her arms up.
One of the Underworld Gang members picked up the dagger on the ground, put it against Xiao Muqing's neck, and shouted: "Ximen Lang, if you want her to live, stop immediately..."
Ximen Lang, who was about to rush forward, was stunned. He stopped involuntarily and held the machete tightly in his right hand. He didn't know what to do for a moment. There was still blood dripping from the tip of the knife, forming red dots on the road.
Although he was not taking action, because he was holding the knife, the surrounding Hell Gang members also stopped and did not dare to attack rashly. This kid was too cruel. The knife in his hand killed more than thirty of their brothers, which was simply embarrassing.
He was ten times more ruthless than the bloodthirsty devil, and even more ruthless than their dead gang leader Zhan Shanbao, who was known as the murderer king, leaving them with lingering fears.
Xiao Muqing shouted anxiously: "Xiao Lang, don't worry about me, just leave quickly, hurry up..."
Ximen Lang shook his head, stood still, looked at Zhao Weigong and said: "Mad Cow, it's me you want to kill, it's not just her business, let her go."
Seeing that the boy didn't dare to move, Zhao Weigong knew in his heart that this cold and charming girl was very important to him. He laughed wildly, walked to Xiao Muqing's side, handed the two knives in his hands to Ma Zai, took them and put them under Xiao Muqing's neck.
dagger,
He used the cold blade to move twice on the opponent's smooth and jade-like cheek, and said ferociously: "This girl is really good-looking, she is so graceful. What will happen if you make dozens of cuts on her face with this knife?"
Effect?"
Ximen Lang's eyes burst out with flames, his hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly, and he said coldly: "Let her go quickly, or I will kill all of you."
Zhao Weigong flicked his wrist, put the dagger close to Xiao Muqing's neck, and cursed: "Fuck you, mother, you have come to this point, and you still dare to be so harsh, put down the knife in your hand, or I will kill her with one blow.
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"Clang!"
The knife in Ximen Lang's hand fell to the ground. At this moment, he had no choice. If possible, he was willing to trade his life for the safety of his lover. Because the girl opposite was so important to him!
Seeing him like this, Xiao Muqing screamed in pain, "Xiao Lang, don't be like this, leave quickly, leave quickly..."
"Hahahaha..." Zhao Weigong laughed proudly. When the laughter stopped, he rolled his eyes strangely and shouted: "Kneel down."
Ximen Lang clenched his fists tightly, and his joints made a rattling sound due to the huge anger. As the saying goes: "A scholar cannot be killed but cannot be humiliated." However, the other party decided to use this intolerable method to humiliate him.
When Zhao Weigong saw that Ximen Lang did not follow his request, he said angrily: "Did you hear me asking you to kneel down? Kneel down quickly, or I will kill her immediately."
"Xiao Lang, don't listen to him, don't kneel down, hurry up, let's go..." Xiao Muqing shouted in grief.
Ximen Lang bit his lower lip with his snow-white teeth until it bled, and his body trembled slightly with anger. When he dropped the knife, he gave up resistance. He knew that he would die, as long as he could exchange for his lover.
He was willing to seek peace without any complaints. However, he did not expect that he would have to endure such an insult before his death.
When his teeth left his lips, a wry smile appeared on his face, and he said in a trembling voice: "I kneel." These two words weighed a thousand pounds, but they finally came out of his mouth.
Zhao Weigong is getting more and more proud. He is like an old cat that has caught a mouse. Killing the enemy is of course the final result. However, seeing the endless torture of the enemy before his death, seeing the kid's expression of pain is more intense than ever.
Killing brings a sense of revenge.
"I will count three. Within these three numbers, you must kneel down obediently, otherwise, my dagger will be inserted into this girl's white neck." Zhao Weigong shouted sternly: "One!
As soon as this number came out of Zhao Weigong's mouth, Ximen Lang plopped down on his knees in front of him, held his head high and said, "Let her go, and I will let you punish her."
Tears welled up in Xiao Muqing's bright eyes, and she choked and said: "Xiao Lang... why are you doing this, why do you have to kneel down..."
Ximen Lang didn't respond, his eyes stayed on Xiao Muqing's tear-filled face, and he thought to himself: "Because I love you. Qingqing, as long as you are safe and sound, it doesn't matter what I do. I will risk my life for you."
Qingqing, forgive me for being unfaithful to you and having another girl at the same time as you, but I really love you and you are more important than my life!"
What he saw was that Heshuo's latest mafia giant, the overlord who killed Zheng Shanhu and Zhan Shanbao, was kneeling straight in front of him. Zhao Weigong's vanity was unprecedentedly expanded, and he was greatly satisfied.
A burst of laughter.
"Haha... Ximen Lang, I didn't expect that you would end up like this today. No matter how majestic you are, you are still kneeling in front of me like a dog..."