The moment Ye Xingchen took action, a trace of solemnity flashed across Han Xiaoyu's unchanged face, but he turned over backwards, and the sofa he had made bounced up in an instant, heading towards Ye Xingchen
When it hit, Ye Xingchen had to duck to the side.
At the same time, the woman named Dai'er suddenly rushed towards Ye Xingchen and kicked Ye Xingchen hard. Ye Xingchen just lost his balance and had no time to escape. He was about to kick Ye Xingchen in the lower back, but he heard
There was a slight gunshot, and Dai'er's charming body suddenly fell to the ground, with a hole the size of an index finger already appearing on her head.
"Although I really want to cherish my love, I don't want to lose my best brother!" Chen Xiaolong held the exquisite small pistol in his hand, like an American western cowboy, and blew lightly on the muzzle of the gun. Unfortunately, the gun
There was no smoke coming out of the mouth, which looked extremely weird.
"Stop talking nonsense, Han Xiaoyu actually ran away!" Ye Xingchen turned over and got up from the ground, but Han Xiaoyu was nowhere to be seen.
"Is there an underground tunnel?" Chen Xiaolong also had a look of surprise on his face. He stared at the empty house in a daze for a while, then walked a few steps to the place where Han Xiaoyu disappeared, only to see that there was indeed a crack in the floor.
The two took the floor away and saw a slide. They didn't know where it went.
"Damn, this guy is so careful. He built such a slide in the apartment building. What should we do now?" Chen Xiaolong looked at the slide and did not dare to continue chasing. Who knows if Han Xiaoyu will set something here?
When the time comes, in this slide that has just accommodated one person, no matter how skilled you are, it will be difficult to avoid it.
"Leave here immediately..." Ye Xingchen thought that Bai Yue Tower was not far away. Han Xiaoyu might have ambushed many of his men around. Now that he had escaped, he would definitely call people over. The two of them should leave as soon as possible.
good.
Chen Xiaolong thought for a moment, and instantly understood this powerful relationship. He sighed slightly, and left the scene as quickly as Ye Xingchen. For a resourceful person like Han Xiaoyu, they did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
Less than half a minute after the two of them and Wang Qiang downstairs left the community, at least hundreds of people rushed to the scene one after another. The leader among them was Han Xiaoyu. When he saw Dai'er lying in a pool of blood, Han Xiaoyu's face
But he smiled faintly and murmured: "Ye Xingchen, who is so powerful, actually found his way here. It seems that there is really a mole in the Tianmen Society, and the status of this mole is very high?" After the words fell,
, Han Xiaoyu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, ordered a few people to clean up the mess, and left the scene with a group of subordinates.
Sky Blue*, the battle between Lanfengtang and Qinglongtang is coming to an end. The men and horses on both sides are exhausted. Except for a few dozen people who can still stand, the others are lying on the ground, moaning constantly. They have
Their arms were cut, some had their thighs cut, some fell to the ground twitching due to excessive exertion, and some fell motionless in a pool of blood. The whole body was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the whole world was filled with blood.
The cruelty is perfectly reflected. One general succeeds and thousands of bones are withered. Among so many younger brothers, how many can survive?
The rivers and lakes are inherently accompanied by killing, and the rivers and lakes are roads paved with blood.
In the hall on the second floor, Zifeng and Lan Feng were also covered with wounds. The most eye-catching one was a deep cut on Zifeng's lower abdomen. Although it was very thin, it was very deep and might have been injured.
Offal, this is obviously Lan Feng's masterpiece.
As for Lan Feng, except for a few moderate knife wounds on his shoulders and arms, there were no other wounds, and a confident smile appeared on his face. He believed that the final victory must belong to
he.
"Zifeng, you are no longer the Zifeng you were back then. This time, you are dead. I will not give you any chance again!" Lan Feng said with a sinister smile on his lips, saying with pride that the sword strike just now was enough.
The foot puncture penetrated more than ten centimeters, which definitely seriously injured Zifeng.
"You are still as arrogant as before..." Zifeng shook his head, covering his wound with his left hand, and holding the Ziyue Knife tightly with his right hand, looking at Lan Feng with eyes filled with sighs.
"So what if you are arrogant? As long as you have strong strength, what if you are a little arrogant? You...suffer death!" Lan Feng shouted loudly, and the figure rushed towards Zifeng again. This time, the thin sword in his hand shook repeatedly.
, there was a faint buzzing sound, and the sharp sword body emitted bright sword light, like a scorching sun, emitting strong light, completely covering Zifeng's whole body, not giving him any chance to retreat.
Zifeng did not retreat, or in other words, he did not move at all, nor did he dodge at all. The sword wound on his lower abdomen had damaged his internal organs, making it impossible for him to do any strenuous exercise. He just stood quietly.
There, he quietly looked at the thin sword stabbing straight at his heart. His heart was as quiet as a cold pool, unable to make a single ripple...
The thin sword is getting closer and closer to Zifeng's heart. A proud smile has appeared on Lan Feng's face. He believes that Zifeng at this time has no way to resist, let alone escape. This time, he is the last
The winner, this time, he can finally wash away the shame of the past. He has been waiting for this day for too long, so long that even he has forgotten...
The thin sword had already pierced into Zifeng's clothes, and was about to sink into Zifeng's body. Zifeng, who had not moved, suddenly flashed the Ziyuedao in his hand and slashed straight towards Lan Feng's neck, and his body
But he tried his best to turn to the right.
Lan Feng was horrified. He had already expected that Zifeng would probably use his sword, and had thought about how to avoid it. But at this time, he discovered that Zifeng was so fast. He only saw a purple light.
Flashed past, and then his neck ached a little, and a strong liquid seemed to spray out from his neck. His consciousness gradually became blurred. In the blur, he saw that his thin sword had successfully penetrated Zifeng's.
Body.
At this moment, a smile broke out on his face again. The smile was a little lonely, a little melancholy, and a little bitter. After so many years, he was still defeated by him, but so what? This time, he was at least seriously injured.
Him?
Lan Feng knew that his sword did not hit Zifeng's heart, but he no longer had the strength to twist the sword. As soon as his right hand holding the sword was loosened, he fell backwards, and the blood on his neck was even worse.