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Just when Zhou Ting was so anxious, a henchman hurriedly ran over and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Zhou, it's not good, the people of Wendong Club are coming up, we ······ We ·····" The man stammered nervously, and his words were not perfect. ，。

The people of the Wendong Society are still killed! Zhou Ting's heart was cold, he looked at the people around him, and now there were only a dozen henchmen left with him, and many of them were wearing colors, and their faces were full of despair. He let out a long sigh and shook his head silently.

At this time, a leader who was close to Zhou Ting whispered: "Brother Zhou, if it doesn't work... Let's surrender! Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about running out of firewood·····"

He was only halfway through his words, Zhou Ting's eyebrows were already erected, his eyes were round, he looked at the leader who spoke viciously, and said sharply: "Don't surrender your son in front of me, I'd rather die than surrender!" ”

"Brother Zhou·····" The battle has reached this level, thousands of brothers have been scattered, and if they continue to die, they will really be killed by the Wendong Society. Zhou Ting's henchmen gathered around one after another, looking at Zhou Ting with blank eyes. Surrender is not meant by one person, but by the fact that they all mean it.

No one is afraid of death, especially when there is a way out. Another Nanhongmen cadre said tremblingly: "If... Surrender now, I don't think Xie Wendong will do anything to us..."

"Haha..." Zhou Ting suddenly burst out laughing, he looked around at everyone, and after a while he restrained his laughter, he asked rhetorically, "Have you all forgotten how Zhang Jufeng died?" After a pause, he nodded with a wry smile and said coldly, "That's right! You can surrender to Xie Wendong, wag your tail and beg for mercy, and beg him to spare your life, but I will never do that, even if I die, I will die upright, upright, like a man! ”

Zhou Ting's words, everyone who said it bluntly were red-faced, and they all lowered their heads, and they didn't dare to persuade Zhou Ting to surrender.

In fact, even if Xie Wendong would not kill Zhou Ting, he would not surrender to Xie Wendong, if he really did that, then it would not be Zhou Ting.

While they were talking, they only heard a messy footsteps from the staircase passage, and everyone in Nanhongmen shook at the same time, and they all turned their heads in unison, their eyes did not blink, and they looked at the staircase in horror.

Listening to the footsteps, the other party went upstairs not quickly, but in Nanhongmen, everyone felt that it was the opposite, they never felt that time passed so quickly, and a few people's bodies trembled involuntarily, their lips were blue, and their faces were pale.

I don't know how long it took, two young men walked out of the staircase, and then a third and a fourth came up... It didn't take long, and the black-pressed Wendong Gang almost filled the corridor. No one spoke, and everyone's eyes were focused on one person, Zhou Ting.

Everyone in Nanhongmen was so frightened that their faces were covered with sweat, but at this time, Zhou Ting calmed down, his face was fearless, his demeanor was calm, he glanced at the people around him, snorted coldly, and scolded in a deep voice: "What are you nervous about? The head is off, and the bowl is a big scar! Help me up! ”

"Huh? Yes! Yes, yes, yes! The two henchmen beside Zhou Ting reacted and hurriedly picked up Zhou Ting, who was sitting on the ground. After standing up, the corners of Zhou Ting's mouth couldn't help twitching, the wounds on his legs were long and deep, as soon as he stood up, the weight of his body was pressed on the wound, and the feeling of always being in pain was not something ordinary people could bear.

Zhou Ting was extremely strong, gritted his teeth, and didn't say a word, he looked at the Wendong people in the corridor, sneered, raised his head and said, "What about Xie Wendong?" Let him come out and see me! ”

"What are you crazy about?" At this time, a sturdy young man walked out of the crowd of Wendong Club, he looked Zhou Ting up and down, and snorted: "Zhou Ting, you are injured like this, you can't stand steadily, and you still want to see Brother Dong, I think you want to be reincarnated in a hurry"!

The young man who spoke was the rising star of the Wendong Society, Fang Tianhua.

Zhou Ting knew him, the corners of his mouth were almost under his ears, he didn't look at him, and said arrogantly: "What are you?" I haven't had your share in front of me, get the out of here! ”

Fang Tianhua almost laughed angrily, Zhou Ting was dying, but the shelf was raised higher than before. He was about to say a few sarcastic words to him, when Xie Wendong walked up accompanied by Jiang Sen and others.

"Brother Dong!"

Seeing Xie Wendong, the originally cold Wendong Guild helped the crowd flash to both sides of the corridor and bow in unison. Xie Wendong waved his hand to his brothers, signaling that everyone did not need to be polite, and then raised his eyes to look at Zhou Ting. The latter was also looking at him at this time, and the eyes of the two met, and they immediately crashed into the spark, and the smell of gunpowder in the corridor soared.

Zhou Ting spoke first and said, "Xie Wendong, congratulations, you won again this time!" "That's what I said, but anyone can stand up, Zhou Ting said the opposite.

Xie Wendong smiled slightly and asked, "It sounds like Brother Zhou is still unconvinced." ”

"Humph!" Zhou Ting snorted and said, "You will always only use intrigue and trickery, and never dare to fight us head-on, what is there to be proud of in such a winning method?" And what is worthy of admiration? ”

Xie Wendong said quietly: "Soldiers are not tired of cheating. Head-to-head confrontation and intrigue are just a means to win, and I don't care what means are used as long as they can win. ”

Zhou Ting gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "Villain! ”

Xie Wendong didn't want to talk to Zhou Ting on this meaningless topic, he said slowly: "Brother Zhou, no matter what, now that the victory and defeat have been decided, should you talk about your choice?" There are two paths in front of you, one is surrender, and the other is a dead end, if you choose the former, I will consider not killing you, and may even send you back to Guangzhou。。。。。。 ”

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Zhou Ting shouted: "Xie Wendong, let me take a picture of you, don't daydream!" Saying this, he waved his arms and pushed the two subordinates who were supporting him away, his body lost support, Zhou Ting couldn't help but shake for a while, although his expression didn't change much, but beads of sweat flowed down his sideburns.

He raised the knife in his hand, pointed at Xie Wendong's nose from afar, and said, "Xie Wendong, since I have known you, you and I have fought no less than a dozen times, but to no avail, today, do you dare to have a complete duel with me?" Either you die or I die!! ”

Xie Wendong knew that Zhou Ting's personality would not surrender like himself no matter what, he looked at Zhou Ting, who had studied too much and turned pale, his eyes moved down, and then looked at the wounds on his legs, blood was dripping down his trouser legs, and a big puddle flowed under his feet.

Although Xie Wendong was seriously injured, it was nothing compared to Zhou Ting's current injury. He shook his head slightly and said, "Brother Zhou, it's too unfair for you to do it with me now。。。。。。。。。 ”

Zhou Ting waved his knife to interrupt his words and sneered: "Xie Wendong, you don't tell me this nonsense, I only ask you now if you dare to duel with me?" ”

The other party called himself by name, Xie Wendong had no choice, stretched out his hand to Jiang Sen beside him, and said expressionlessly: "Lao Sen, give me your knife!" ”

"Brother Dong, there is no need to fight Zhou Ting alone now, I'll clean him up 。。。。。。"

"Give me the knife!" Jiang Sen's words did not fall, and Xie Wendong said firmly.

Jiang Sen was helpless, and slowly handed the knife in his hand to Xie Wendong, and at the same time whispered: "Brother Dong be careful."

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"Huh!" Xie Wendong chuckled, and said as if to Jiang Sen and as if talking to himself: "Do you think Zhou Ting really wants to duel with me?" ”

Jiang Sen was stunned, and before he could figure out what Xie Wendong meant, the latter had already raised his knife and walked towards Zhou Ting.

Looking at Xie Wendong, who was coming slowly, the corners of Zhou Ting's mouth were raised, and his eyes showed a strange brilliance.

With a smile on his face, he carried a steel knife and walked towards Xie Wendong. With every step he took, he left a red streak of blood under his feet. (I can't bear to burn the ghost~~~)

Soon, the distance between the two was only three steps. If in the flat

At that time, this was already within the range of the two of them, but now, neither of them made a move.

They both looked at each other, both smiling on their faces. Zhou Ting said: "Xie Wendong, you finally let me admire you once!" ”

"Haha!" Zhou Ting looked up and smiled, the laughter had not disappeared, and suddenly, he took a step forward and raised his knife to slash Xie Wendong's head.

Zhou Ting had injuries on his legs, but his arms were fine, and he slashed out with great force, and the blade broke through the wind with a piercing hissing sound.

Xie Wendong didn't dare to take Zhou Ting's heavy knife, his body turned around, and turned to Zhou Ting's side like a spinning top, and the mountain knife was from top to bottom, picking Zhou Ting's weakness. Zhou Ting didn't dodge, his legs were injured, and he couldn't dodge if he wanted to, so he simply gave up dodging, stabbed him backhand, and slashed Xie Wendong's neck back.

His knife was very fast, but after all, he collected the knife first and came back and then cut it, which was still half a beat slower than Xie Wendong. While Xie Wendong was retreating, the mountain opener had already jumped an inch of Zhou Ting's clothes.

The two of them were separated with one touch, and it seemed that no one took advantage of it, but the two people who fought on the field knew it.

Zhou Ting's eyes shot a terrifying light, and he kept swinging his knife and shouting: "Xie Wendong, I don't need your subordinates to show mercy, show your true skills, and fight with me like a man!" ”

Under Zhou Ting's crazy attack, Xie Wendong could only fight hard, he took a deep breath, was careful, and tore Zhou Ting together.

In an instant, the two have fought for more than ten rounds, and Xie Wendong and Zhou Ting's clothes have a few more cuts, but neither of them hurt the flesh and skin.

The younger brothers on both sides didn't see anything, but Jiang Sen, Yuan Tianzhong, Wuxing and others frowned, their hearts were full of doubts, in their opinion, Xie Wendong obviously had several opportunities to hurt Zhou Ting, but at the most critical moment, he suddenly relented, and it seemed that he intended to show mercy to his subordinates. ( )