Chapter 139: The cold snap is not humiliating

In Xionghui City, Dixiong Prefecture, since the cold current integrated the four districts and unified the Xionghui City, the mercenaries in the city are proud to join the cold current, but there are still a few forces that disobey the orders of the cold current. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the morning, the news of the defeat of the cold current spread, and quickly became a hot topic in the city, ordinary people don't care who is in charge of Xionghui City, but they have adapted to the inaction of the cold current, and I am afraid that there is no such benevolent force after the cold current, and the mercenaries are more of a fire watcher from the other side, although the cold current was defeated, even Ding Xun, who has been sitting in Xionghui City, has been taken away, but the lord of the cold current has not returned, and the master of the single soul fighting soul has not come back for half a month, the situation is not too clear, and a fiasco does not seem to make the cold current collapse.

The Anshun Mercenary Association has been inconspicuous during the reign of the Cold Wave in Xionghui City, but today it is extraordinarily active, first the Anshun Mercenary Association's interim president Deshun declared that he had explored the Changhong Realm, and took the lead in saying that his side opposes the rule of the Cold Current, and unites nearby forces to jointly resist the Cold Current.

Few responded, but not a few waited-and-grew.

Dong An told Zhang Wenwen about the active Anshun Mercenary Association, Zhang Wenwen adhered to the high-profile principle of easy roll call, and the surviving personnel who rectified the poison arrow in broad daylight did not even have the encouragement they should have, and led people straight to the Anshun Mercenary Association.

At this time, the poisoned arrow is regarded as the Dinghai Divine Needle in the cold current, they don't know the goldfish's false rebellion, although last night's fiasco will have a little ripple in their hearts, but it will not have much impact, because the people of the poison arrow know that their real leader has not returned, and a young man named Hanye has not returned.

The door of the Anshun Mercenary Association was closed, and more than a dozen people were guarding with bright swords, and behind Zhang Wenwen were more than forty members of the fully armed poison arrows, and they only needed to look at their outfits from a distance to know that the poison arrows were coming.

Before they could fight, the guards scattered and fled, and a few loyal people pushed open the door to report the news, Zhang Wenwen sneered with a sneer, such a thing will never be the opponent of Cold Current.

"Today we have only one mission, the Anshun mercenaries will not leave chickens and dogs, and we will let the whole city know that the cold snap cannot be humiliated."

Zhang Wenwen's rhetoric made the poisonous arrow and others more murderous, and more than forty people rushed into the Anshun Mercenary Association in no particular order, and the door was closed again.

De Shun's son De Liang is currently the president of the Anshun Mercenary Association, and he is discussing a strategy against the cold snap with several small mercenary presidents who have defected, and his subordinates ran in in a panic, unable to even say a complete sentence, or calmed down after De Liang's slap.

'President, it's amazing! The poisoned arrows are coming, and it will take more than 50 to say the least, and now it has come in.'

Dehao stood up like a spring, his face was gloomy and about to drip water, no matter who it was, it was not a good thing to be hit at home, 'Okay, good come, President Wang, President Hu, you first help me block the poisonous arrow for a while, take me to report to my father, today we will take a good break to the prestige of the poisonous arrow'."

The two middle-aged people sitting in the guest seat agreed to it, Deliang rushed to the backyard to find Deshun in three steps and two steps, and when Deshun and Deliang rushed to the courtyard of the front hall together, President Wang and President Hu had been slashed by Zhang Wenwen and the knife, and the Anshun gang fell down like cutting wheat, and it was often three or four Anshun mercenaries who besieged a member of the poisoned arrow, but for some reason the crying father and mother who were killed by the member of the poisoned arrow.

Zhang Wenwen's face was stained with blood, and the purple sweat towel that covered his face fell, and the military thorn pointed directly at Deshun and Deliang, and said with a sneer, "Come on, take advantage of the fire to rob the miscellaneous pieces, isn't it against me?" Do it! ’。

Deshun did not move, wearing a brocade robe and staring at Zhang Wenwen, Deliang and Deshun looked no different at all, seeing that his father was unmoved, he had to pull out a machete and scolded angrily towards Zhang Wenwen.

After a few steps to Zhang Wenwen's face, Deliang slashed down with a knife, looking at his angry eyes, as if this knife could result in Zhang Wenwen, Zhang Wenwen's skills were not in vain, and he sat on the horse to take the knife hard, when there was a crisp sound, a ball of sparks flashed at the place where the two blades met, Zhang Wen's body sank, Deliang took a step back, and this time Zhang Wenwen had the upper hand.

Deliang was just about to open his mouth to insult, Zhang Wenwen's fast attack came, the middle of the special military spur of the poisoned arrow was hollowed out, one side was a blade, the other side was a sawtooth, which could be used as a sword, and could also be used as a military stab, Zhang Wen's steady breath of fast attack made Deliang busy for a while, Deshun sat in the rear and did not make a move, Zhang Wenwen had enough strength to cut Deliang and the knife.

The two caught each other and fought, and the poisonous arrows defeated Anshun and the gang, Deshun still had no intention of making a move, the time for him to break through to the Changhong realm was still short, and Zhang Wenwen was at the peak of the condensation realm, not to mention that he was young and vigorous, and he was really not fully sure of the battle with the heyday of Zhang Wenwen, and it was okay for Deliang to consume Zhang Wenwen first.

Deshun's indulgence made Zhang Wenwen more violent, Deliang gradually did not have the strength to fight back, Deshun shot helplessly, pulled out an identical machete and slashed from Zhang Wenwen's back, Deliang looked at the machete that was getting closer and closer and forgot to dodge, Zhang Wenwen could only hear the evil wind behind his head, but this opportunity was really rare, did not give him too much opportunity to think, Zhang Wenwen's military stab and Deshun's machete hit the target in no particular order.

Zhang Wenwen's military stab pierced Deliang's head, and Deshun's machete left a shocking scar on Zhang Wenwen's back.

Deliang staggered to the ground, Zhang steadily stumbled forward, Deshun was the biggest winner, but at this time, his eyes were about to open, "You dare to kill my son, the old man and you are incompatible."

Zhang Wenwen's face turned pale, and he pushed away the members of the poisonous arrows who were supporting him, ignoring the burning pain in his back, "The old man dares to resist the cold current with you, and he can't do his best, all the poisonous arrows obey the order, I want a river of blood here, this battle would rather die than retreat, and the cold current cannot be humiliated."

The members of the fighting poison arrow all shouted, raising their momentum, 'The cold snap is not humiliating'.

The ordinary gang members who fought with the poison arrow members seemed to be frightened, and they couldn't exert half of their strength, and even Deshun felt a chill down his spine, what kind of strength could cultivate such an iron-blooded poison arrow.

The forces of all parties, who had been waiting for news outside the gate of the Anshun General Association, scattered after hearing the shouts of poisonous arrows, and the sentence 'cold current cannot be humiliated' seemed to prove that the king of Xionghui City was still cold, and the cold current of this battle had not been completely lost.

Deshun knew that he couldn't let Zhang Wenwen and the poisonous arrow be too arrogant, and the red eyes of the knife fought Zhang Wenwen, knowing that Zhang Wenwen's back injury was still bleeding without simple treatment, Deshun had a bad mind, and the original tricky and strange knife technique made him play big open and close, and every fight made Zhang Wenwen's body tremble, the wound on his back bled more than once, Zhang Wenwen's face became more and more pale, and there was not much time left for Zhang Wenwen.

Another plan without fancy fighting, Zhang Wenwen was finally shocked out of a mouthful of blood, his eyes were flushed red with blood, and a lot of blood oozed out of the seven orifices, 'Haha, despicable villain, Lao Tzu is happy, today Lao Tzu and you are both burning, do you believe it or not?' ’。

At that moment, Deshun really almost blurted out 'I believe', but the blood on the ground and Deliang's unfrozen corpse all reminded him that he and the cold current could only be endless, and there was no third way, 'just rely on you, wishful thinking, the old man will send you on the road'.

At this time, Deshun finally used the usual skills of the powerhouse of Changhong Realm, refining qi and pouring it into the machete, the machete became thick and hideous, and after taking two steps forward, he slashed down at Zhang Wenwen's head, Zhang Wenwen took out a blue dagger from the storage bag, and the spiritual power in his mud pill palace who was originally a qi refiner roared out, and his mouth lightly spit out two words 'fix', Deshun just hesitated for a moment, and the machete was getting closer and closer to Zhang Wenwen's head.

Zhang Wenwen's pupils were full of the shadow of the machete, his mental power was almost exhausted, but he still endured the pain of the needle prick and used the technique of fixing his body three times in succession, Deshun's machete was still cut on Zhang Wenwen's shoulder after stagnation three times, even after these pauses, even if Zhang Wenwen had resisted with a dagger, Deshun's knife still slashed into Zhang Wenwen's body, the machete was submerged in most of it, and the shoulder blades were broken.

Just three crazy output of spiritual power is also a big load for Zhang Wenwen, blood and tears in his eyes, he has become the end of a strong crossbow, he can only use the little strength left to pick up the military thorn, Deshun also wants to retreat, who would have thought that Zhang Wenwen clenched the machete tightly, Deshun can only let go and retreat, just such a delayed effort, Deshun was cut open by Zhang Wenwen's military thorn, the wound is not deep, but it is extremely long, from the lower abdomen to the neck.

At this time, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind Deshun, and without saying a word, his palms slapped on Zhang Wenwen's chest, Zhang Wenwen's consciousness began to blur, and he felt that he even vomited out pieces of internal organs.

The members of the poison arrow also wanted to stop the black shadow, but they were stopped by the people brought by the black shadow and the Anshun gang, and the black shadow walked step by step to Zhang Wenwen, who was lying on the ground, looked down at Zhang Wenwen who was drenched in blood, and asked with a little admiration, "Is it worth it?" ’。

Zhang Wenwen looked at people a little ghostly, but he could still see clearly that this was a little Cangshan Liu He, smiled miserably, opened his mouth and spit out a lot of bubbling blood foam, and repeated mechanically, "The cold current is not humiliating, you don't understand, the cold current is not humiliating."

Liu He felt very humble, even if Zhang Wenwen's life and death were all in his own thoughts, he still felt that Zhang Wenwen's life was the life that a man should pursue, even if he died in battle, he could say 'you don't understand', you don't understand my glory, you don't understand my persistence, even if you live and die, but you still don't have my glory, without my persistence.

Glory because the cold current is not humiliating, persistence because the cold current is not humiliating, and even more sacrifice life and death because the cold current is not humiliating.

Liu He shook his head and hooked his finger at Deshun, Deshun threw his machete, Liu He raised the machete and slashed it at Zhang Wenwen, "Since you don't understand, I have to send you to reincarnation."

I waited for a long time and didn't wait for the liberating knife, but Zhang Wenwen was really tired and couldn't open his eyes, but he felt warm in his body, and even the wounds on his back and shoulders became warm before he fell asleep.

What he couldn't see was that a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the knife cut down by Liu He with his palm, the palm of his hand grabbed the machete like a hook, and the blood in the palm fell on Zhang Wen's pale face, the blood droplets against him were bright red, and his face was even whiter.

Liu He tugged on the handle of the knife and didn't move, so he had to take a few steps back, staring at the people who suddenly appeared uneasy, and the members of the poisonous arrow also stopped their hands and felt distressed and unconscious, Zhang Wenwen, and was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure, followed by earth-shattering joy.

The figure was wearing a slightly outdated purple coat, his long hair was naturally tied behind his head, and there was a pair of purple eyes in his narrow eyes, and his facial features looked younger.

"You are, you are, no, you can't be, how can you be', Liu He and Deshun didn't have the idea of confronting this person, and could only say with a nervous voice.

The cold night felt as if there was a fire burning in my heart, but the breath emitted was the bitter cold in the cold winter wax moon, 'Why do people always take advantage of my absence to hurt my brother's life'.

Deshun, who entered the Changhong realm, no longer bleed after sprinkling a handful of hemostatic powder on his chest, but in the face of the cold night, he still looked like a cat and a mouse, and the old man in his sixties knelt on the ground in a daze, and said with a handful of snot and tears, "President Han, don't kill me, President Han, don't kill me, it's all Liu He, it's all Diancangshan, they forced me to rebel, you have already killed my son, let me go, please President Han let me go."

There was no trace of warmth in the cold night's smile, and the cat's waist picked up the steady military thorn, "You are very unreasonable, and the mistakes you made are unforgivable, so you can only apologize if you die."

'Poisoned arrows obey orders'.

'In', the exhausted Poison Arrow members have fighting spirit in their eyes, ready to fight to the death.

'Bring it back to the cold snap steadily, I want to survive steadily'.

The members of the poison arrow hesitated for a while before they helped Zhang Wenwen and all retreated, and when the gate of Deshun opened again, and many bloodstained poison arrow members came out of it, the people who looked at the wind saw the back of the immobile mountain from the gap in the crowd, even if it was just a simple back, people felt the breath of death.

The members of the poison arrow passed by one by one in a majestic and high-spirited manner, smelling the smell of blood on their bodies, thinking of the back, these people all ran back to their own homes, and the news passed was much the same, the lord of the cold current is back, the cold night is back, the cold night is not dead, the cold current must not be humiliated, and those who are insulted will definitely die.

After receiving this news, all the energetic forces in Xionghui City were honest, and some even took the blame for the president himself, and gathered at the door of the Cold Stream Association, hoping that Cold Night would forgive their sins.

The scales of victory began to tilt in favor of the cold snap from the moment the cold night appeared, and it was the ninth day of the ten-day covenant, and the cold snap was all assembled.

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