With a flip of his right hand, a sharp poisonous dragon thorn appeared in Ximen Lang's hand, and the weapon made of special alloy shone with a thrilling cold light.
Although Qiu Longyu was surprised in his heart that the opponent's strength had greatly increased, he deliberately showed an extremely disdainful expression on his face and said contemptuously: "Just use whatever ability you have. The final result can only be that you die and fall to the ground with blood debt."
Pay with blood."
Ximen Lang sneered, "That's not necessarily the case!"
"Take your life!" Qiu Longyu was so angry that his face was as pale as ice, with a faint light blue color. He roared and rushed over like a wild beast, and suddenly struck out with a steel fist in his right hand.
Ximen Lang's eyes flashed with murderous intent, without any intention of flinching, and the poisonous dragon thorn in his hand stabbed out quickly.
Silver light flashes!
The poisonous dragon thorn actually stabbed in the direction of the steel fist, playing a head-on fight.
"when!"
After a crisp sound, the poisonous dragon thorn actually penetrated nearly one centimeter of the shell of the steel fist and pierced Qiu Longyu's palm.
"ah!"
Qiu Longyu had a look of unbearable pain on his face, and hurriedly pulled back his steel fist, then flew up with his left foot and kicked the opponent in the abdomen.
"Well done!" Ximen Lang also raised his right foot and kicked him over.
"Peng!"
The legs collided in the air, as if two iron rods were hitting each other, and both felt the hardness of the other.
Ximenlang's expression did not change. He had been training hard for the Golden Bell, and his body had been subjected to inhumane torture by bone soup. His subordinates were ordered to hit him with a big hammer every day, making his body become like a rock.
Qiu Longyu groaned, feeling that his leg was in great pain, as if it was broken.
Ximen Lang pushed forward fiercely, and the phantoms of poisonous dragon thorns stabbed at the opponent randomly. Qiu Longyu was a little slow to dodge after being injured, and his left shoulder was pierced by the poisonous dragon thorns, and the blood flowed wildly. He howled in pain, and hurriedly turned around and ran away.
"Where are you running!" Ximen Lang yelled sternly, and threw out the poisonous dragon thorn in his hand, stabbing the guy in the back of the heart. To prevent him from missing the blow, he raised his left hand and shot out three flying knives like lightning.
Qiu Longyu felt the strong wind coming from behind him, and hurriedly dodged to the right. The poisonous dragon sting probably missed him, and flew past his armpit. With a snap, it pierced the osmanthus tree by the roadside five or six meters away, with a foot-long sharp blade.
He was completely trapped in it. However, he dodged the swift blow of the poisonous dragon's sting, but failed to dodge the three flying knives that followed.
In an instant, three flying willow knives stabbed Qiu Longyu in the back in the shape of a "pin", causing him to stagger and run for two steps. He could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a plop. The blood that kept flowing out covered his back.
The ground was stained red.
It’s over, am I done like this?
Qiu Longyu asked himself unwillingly.
"No, I haven't killed my sworn enemies yet. I haven't unified and mastered the Tao to become the undisputed overlord. I'm still young and haven't enjoyed enough glory and wealth. There are still many beautiful women waiting for me to play with.
,How could he die like this!"
He struggled to raise his head and tried to stand up, but he no longer had the ability. He was once strong enough to kill a bull with one punch, but now even standing up was a luxury.
Qiu Longyu's eyes were slightly confused. He saw a pair of shiny military boots in front of him. He raised his head with difficulty and tried to raise his head as high as possible. He saw the legs, chest, and steel mask of the man standing in front of him.
Face. The other person was so tall that he could only see that person's face by raising his head to the highest point.
As if by magic, a willow-leaf flying knife appeared in Ximen Lang's hand, spinning constantly on his palm, forming a silver circle, glowing with the aura of death.
"Qiu Longyu, you should have learned your lesson and stayed in country M to live a carefree life after recovering from your injury. Anyway, your family has enough money to squander it for a lifetime. It's a pity that you insisted on running back for revenge, and now you are seeking death.
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"Let me go, and I promise not to cause trouble to you again?" At this point, Qiu Longyu had to worry about his own life, get through the life and death situation in front of him, and then consider how to kill the other party in the future.
Ximen Lang said coldly: "I advise you not to daydream. I have let you go once, just because I was not ruthless enough at the beginning. I will never let you go this time."
Qiu Longyu felt that his blood was gradually draining and the temperature of his body was gradually dropping. Although he was panicking, he showed a ferocious look and said arrogantly: "So what, do you dare to kill me? Don't forget that I am
Whose son, if you kill me, you will not live in this world."
Ximen Lang sneered, "Why don't I dare to kill you? Is it because you are Qiu Baicheng's son? Remember, in the eyes of others, your father is a symbol of power and the undisputed leader of Heshuo. However, in my eyes,
He's just a piece of shit inside, so what if I kill you?" After saying this, he raised his hand, and the flying knife shot out, piercing Qiu Longyu's throat, and blood arrows shot along the wound.
"You... are so cruel..." Qiu Longyu's eyes showed a look of horror. His head fell heavily on the ground and left this world. His eyes were round and round, with a look of death.
At the same time, two foreign men, Sanchez and Campbell, suffered the same fate. The former had his right arm cut off by Long Feiyu's kurkha scimitar, and the silver hook in Bu Qingyun's hand swung through and decapitated his head. The latter
Ye Jianfan's thin sword stabbed him in the heart, and he also died.
Ximen Lang picked up the flying knives that had hit Qiu Longyu and put them away. He pulled out the poisonous dragon thorns from the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and put them away as well. Then he ordered: "Feiyu, use your scimitar to kill Qiu Longyu's body."
Just chop him a few times and don't let anyone see what weapon he was killed with."
Long Feiyu understood what Brother Lang meant. Although he killed someone, he did not want to reveal his identity. He agreed and walked over, waving the kulkha scimitar in his hand, and chopped dozens of times in a short period of time, killing the opponent.
The last knife cut off Qiu Longyu's head. The long-dead Johnson and Robert were transformed from their deformed faces.
He dragged them out of the chartered car and chopped off their heads. Then, he walked up to Campbell and chopped off the gringo's head as well. He tore off a piece of cloth from the corpse, dipped it in blood and wrote on the road: "It's a crime."
"Those who meet will die" were written in big words. He stood up and wiped the blood from his hands, turned around and asked: "Brother Lang, is this the right thing to do?"
Ximenlang nodded and said approvingly: "Yes, this is the effect we want. After all, Qiu Longyu is the Municipal Party Committee Secretary of Heshuo. Let that old guy Qiu Baicheng settle the score with Lang Hongcheng. It's none of our business." He looked around.
gaze, eye
Seeing some vehicles turning around and leaving as soon as they reached a place that was still far away, and not daring to come over, he waved his hand and said: "Let's retreat!" Then he stood on his toes and jumped forward without blocking the wind.
Glass forklift, start the forklift and turn around and leave.
Bu Qingyun and others got into the van and also turned around and left at lightning speed.