Chapter 3174 The sound of the dust piano

Chenlong was injured in the chest, he was stabbed in the lower leg, and the chance to run away plummeted.

Hai Zhu and Wu Ma have already used the lesson of blood to inform Chenlong that when encountering a powerful opponent like Zhao Heng, if they can't destroy him in one fell swoop, or escape as quickly as possible, then the end will definitely not be easy, so the inconvenience of being stabbed in the legs and feet makes Chenlong desperate in his heart.

It's just that Zhao Heng was still unmoved, staring at his calf that was constantly flowing blood, and casually threw out a sentence: "There is nothing to regret, I will never regret doing things, but you should know that the current affairs are Junjie, and you should know how low the probability of running away is!" ”

"Chenlong, surrender!"

Zhao Heng looked at Chenlong who turned around, and said lightly: "Li Taibai, Yin Po and Hai Zhu fell into my hands one by one, you planted a little injustice tonight, for the sake of Zhou Qiqi and Hua Yanxuan, as long as you no longer resist, I will not poison you, and I will give you enough respect!" ”

Although Chen Long gritted his teeth when he said that he would regret those three words, he was wronged, but Zhao Heng would not take Gongyue to take risks, Chen Long and Zhou had the motivation to provoke the Zhao family and the Nan family, and looking at the capital, only the Zhou family had the courage and courage to start chanting Buddha in the south.

After all, Gongyue is the bottom line of Nannian Buddha, and anyone who dares to touch it indiscriminately will be destroyed, so Zhao Heng will not let him leave the coffin shop because of Chen Long's words: "If you are bound to fight to the death, then I can only forcibly leave you behind!" It's just that you have to know the result, you can't run! ”

"The capital is my territory, you have a leg and foot injury, you don't have to play!"

After listening to Zhao Heng's words, Chen Long laughed loudly, with disdain and contempt in his laughter, and a fierce light burst out of his eyes: "Zhao Heng, you can't help but underestimate the members of the Zhou family, don't think that Hengmen is bloody, the Zhou family has a man, you can't keep my people tonight!" ”

"If you want to stay, leave my corpse!"

Chen Long looked at Zhao Heng in the wheelchair with murderous intent, and his fists clenched slightly, so that the bones of his whole body sounded: "But I tell you, even if you kill me, you won't find any Gongyue, on the contrary, you will break the friendship between the Zhao family and the Zhou family, and the flames of war will be ruthlessly ignited." ”

Zhao Heng said lightly: "Could it be that you really came to the capital for tourism?" ”

The corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of banter: "I have an agreement with Zhou Wuzi, before he gives me an answer, the two sides will not fight or kill, let alone sneak in small actions, everything is above board, now, you, the general of the Zhou family, appear in the capital, do I have the right to ask?" ”

Chen Long laughed harshly again, his eyes were cold in the next second, and Han Jian not far away was also cold, in Zhao Heng's calm like water, Chen Long and the traitors rioted together, and rushed towards each other at the same time, the speed was quite amazing, the distance of thirteen or fourteen meters, in an instant, collided!

"Boom!"

Chen Long can be used as a cadre of the Zhou family to enter the capital, force, mentality, and concentration are not comparable to the strength of ordinary people at will, and the Han sword that has been polished by Zhao Heng and Feng Wutian is naturally not an ordinary little person, although he has been injured internally, but his fighting spirit still exists.

The sword is brave and invincible, like a storm, the legs are free, the swordsmanship in the hands of the Han sword is outstanding, but it does not mean that he will put down his fists and feet, and now he suddenly wants to seek justice, and he is more and more brave and incomparable, and Chen Long, who has no way out, does not care about the injury, holding the dagger and fighting.

The two clashed again, and the battle was in full swing.

The members of the Zhao clan who were surrounded by the wall looked nervous, holding their weapons and paying attention to the opponent's dying struggle, wanting to remove Zhao Heng from the scene, but seeing Zhao Heng's indifferent appearance, coupled with the Shangzi Army's close protection of Zhao Heng, they dispersed their thoughts and let the situation develop wildly.

"Bang!"

While!

After the dagger and the sword collided fiercely in mid-air, Chenlong flew up with another kick, as fast as a meteor hit Han Jian's chest, the latter was expressionless, his body retreated, and his left hand suddenly pressed down, dragging Chenlong's leg, and suddenly exerting force, making the latter's center of gravity become unstable.

The corners of Chenlong's mouth hooked up a sneer, jumped on one leg and took a step forward, the whole person suddenly jumped up in the air, the other foot rotated, and threw it directly at the head of Han Jian, moving forward, Han Jian did not move like a mountain, except for the irritability at the beginning, the whole person was quiet after that.

Although the pain of the sword and dagger impact, and the internal injuries also made his body a little uncomfortable, but in the continuous offensive of the Chenlong series, he was still able to maintain his composure, and occasionally shot, but they were almost as good as the finishing touch, and the speed of the change of mood was very human.

He turned his head slightly, dodged Chenlong's kick, the whole person suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Chenlong's injured foot that had not yet landed, and shook it suddenly, Chenlong's flying body trembled, and at the same time, Chenlong's other foot also fell on Han Jian's shoulder, and the impact was huge.

Chenlong landed on the ground, staggering slightly.

Han Jian's body shook a little, took a step back, and then stood firm, regardless of victory or defeat, the battle was still going on, after the weapons collided, Han Jian grabbed Chenlong's wrist again, but this time he did not throw him away, but stuck his whole person up, and fought in close quarters.

Elbow storm, stormy seas!

Chen Long moved his injured foot and retreated, but he didn't care that the active attack was pressed into a passive defense, he was able to hurt the Han Sword just now, so he could still take the Han Sword down next, he made up his mind in his heart, even if he was seriously injured today, he would not hesitate to take the Han Sword at a price.

This is the only way out for him to get out of here, take down the Han Sword to blackmail Zhao Heng, Chenlong has a seventy percent way to live, despicable and shameless? Chen Long didn't think so, in his opinion, as long as he could win the opponent, any means were not excessive, Han Jian had no scruples at all, and did his best from beginning to end.

Chen Long retreated step by step, gritted his teeth and forbeared, from the center of the shop to the staircase, and then retreated from the staircase to the back door, when the strength of the Han Sword was weak, he finally broke out in full force, the muscles of the whole body instantly tensed, and the whole person fought back directly, completely ignoring the attack of the Han Sword.

A lose-lose style of play.

The knives collided, and the fists hit the flesh, Chen Long sneered and slowly pressed the Han sword back, consuming the latter's strength, and at the same time leaving two points of mental vigilance against the flying knives of the Shang Zijun, although the Shang Zijun put on a posture of not running away and not shooting, but Chen Long was still worried that he would shoot himself halfway.

That's a problem!

In the face of Chenlong's attack, Han Jian also smiled, but there was some mockery in the smile, for no reason, out of the sensitive intuition of many years of hovering on the line of life and death, Chenlong's heart sank slightly, it seemed that something was wrong? In my mind, the offensive slowed down!

At this moment, a red light flashed brightly, spanning a distance of more than three meters, directly taking Chenlong, under the light, in the shadows, the red light was like lightning, like thunder! Fast, accurate, ruthless, Han Jian, who had been retreating, stabbed out a move, the tip of the sword was five, suddenly, and came to Chenlong in the blink of an eye.

Almost all of them are included!

Originally thought that the Han Sword was already the end of the strong crossbow, but who knew that it contained the last power, the dim sword light instantly lit up, blooming with a terrifying murderous aura, Chen Long's complexion changed dramatically, his body was rioting, his steps were staggered, one fast and one slow, continuously changing, and he tried his best to dodge the attack.

Chen Long is really a character, his steps are weird, and the four swords miss one by one!

"Wow!"

But the last point, still cut through his clothes, blood spilled, pierced his heart, Han Jian's hand holding the sword is as steady as Mount Tai, just three more centimeters, Chen Long will definitely die, Chen Long's face is gloomy, he raised his head, did not attack again, stared at Han Jian, his eyes flickered.

Zhao Heng made the final verdict: "Chenlong, you have completely lost!" ”

"I lost, I chose to die!"

Chen Long spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and then with a twist of his wrist, the dagger slashed with a sharp light, piercing his neck, and when the eyes of Shang Zijun and He Han Jian were instantly surprised, "Zheng! A piano sound came in from outside, piercing the cold and piercing the space, resounding through the eardrums!

The ethereal sound of the piano, as if it was ethereal and dark at the same time from the ethereal ethereal, Chenlong did not want to stop the blade in his hand, and he didn't know how he stopped, the ethereal sound of the piano, like the call of distant relatives, with comfort, with tolerance, with a hot pillow.

Chenlong had no relatives, but when he heard the sound of the piano, his heart immediately had a wonderful feeling, and then his whole person seemed to have merged with the sound of the piano, and the murderous and bloody things suddenly became very far away, even if the knife was aimed at him, he could not drop the sharp blade.

Shang Zijun and Han Jian also dispersed their murderous aura, their faces were more tranquil and quiet, and the weapons that fell on Chenlong's body were also unconsciously displaced, Zhao Heng stood upright, looked at the gate of the cave, squinted slightly to identify the location of the piano, and whispered in his mouth:

"Is that him?"

In Zhao Heng's thoughts, the sound of the piano began to tell the serenity and beauty of life again, a kind of serenity and beauty that no one can describe in words, only the sound of the piano floating in the night sky can be expressed, there, there is no suffering, and there is no need to struggle for anyone.

There, there was no one to kill, and no one was going to kill someone else, which was undoubtedly irresistible to anyone, Chen Long's hands had begun to tremble, and his clothes had been soaked with cold sweat, and then he lowered his blade, turned around, and knelt down on his knees, his expression was as calm as level:

"I've seen Old Zhou!"

One person, one piano, one long robe, floated in!

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