(Happy June 1st, everyone!)

In the past two days, Fan Diewu has also heard a lot of news about Cheng Wenlong, but it is difficult for Fan Diewu to combine Cheng Wenlong, who is like a killer star in the mouth of the Qin people, with Cheng Wenlong, who sings in Pei County.

Fan Diewu couldn't understand why the Qin people described him so terrifyingly, intuitively, she thought that the two Cheng Wenlong must not be the same person.

But just now, Cheng Wenlong's sudden appearance, in a blink of an eye, beat Aotama to a life that could not take care of himself, was in the enemy camp free and easy, chic and uninhibited opening remarks, and now stood politely beside him, smiling, talking about Sven, isn't it the melancholy youth of Peixian?

When he fought against Aotama just now, his moves were ruthless and his actions were ruthless, but in a blink of an eye, he was as gentle as water, Fan Diewu stood dumbfounded, with a small mouth open, and he didn't hear what Cheng Wenlong said, but just looked at Cheng Wenlong with wonderful eyes.

"Bold Cheng Wenlong, he dared to enter the General's Mansion, did he really deceive me No one in the Qin State?"

Wang Jian was very surprised, he was an old soldier, he saw the iron-blooded ruthlessness of a soldier from Cheng Wenlong, and he also understood that since Cheng Wenlong dared to appear openly in the General's Mansion, he must have something to rely on, but he really couldn't understand why this person was so bold, he did a big thing last night, and he didn't run away, but today he came to his General's Mansion again, doesn't this person know what he is afraid of?

Wang Jian said the first point, which meant to let his guards help the Aoda horse up, although Wang Jian hated the Aoda horse, but after all, he was the person the King of Qin wanted, and he should be treated as soon as possible, otherwise, he might hang up.

As soon as the guards approached Aotama, Cheng Wenlong spoke: "He is mine, and no one can take him away." ”

After Cheng Wenlong finished speaking, he took a small bag from his body, and then carefully placed it at Fan Diewu's feet, untied it, and there was a bag of lime inside.

Everyone didn't understand what he was doing at such a critical juncture, but he made a bag of lime, and they all looked at him inexplicably.

The guards were just about to step forward, and Wang Jian shouted: "Don't move anyone, the old man will kill him personally." ”

With a loud roar, Wang Jian snatched a big knife from the guards, and slashed at Cheng Wenlong, Cheng Wenlong didn't lift it, stretched out the short knife and put it back, then stood up and straightened his clothes, looked up with a serious face, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, which made the old soldier Wang Jian scared for a while.

Cheng Wenlong held a short knife in both hands, the blade of the knife stood up next to his face, flashing with the ashes of the netherworld, reflecting Cheng Wenlong's angular face like a knife and axe, the wind blew the hem of his clothes, and the hunting sound.

Suddenly, the corners of Cheng Wenlong's mouth rose slightly, and he rushed to Wang Jian with a short knife in his hand, and when he arrived at Wang Qian's side, Cheng Wenlong jumped up and slashed at Wang Qian's big knife in the air.

Cheng Wenlong lowered his head and raised his knife, slashing at Wang Jian heavily, without stopping in the middle, slashing more than 20 times in a row, Wang Jian's tiger mouth cracked, and he was so anxious that he roared again and again.

With a "click", the two knives were disconnected at the same time, and Wang Jian let out a sigh of relief.

Cheng Wenlong threw down the short knife and looked at Wang Jian with a smile.

There was a noise outside the door, there were already a lot of guards coming, Fan Diewu was so anxious that her little face was red, how could this person know that he was in the limelight? When and where can he be so calm and relaxed?

Wang Jian turned around and picked up a spear and stabbed it at Cheng Wenlong.

Cheng Wenlong turned around and knocked down a guard, picked up the second long knife in the guard's hand, and looked at it in his hand, similar to Guan Yunchang's Qinglong Yanyue knife, the guard just made a show of it, it was too heavy to dance.

Cheng Wenlong took it in his hand and blocked the spear, then looked at the long knife and said, "It's not bad, the weight is just right." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a guard secretly walked towards Cheng Wenlong from behind, Cheng Wenlong turned around and swung his knife, and the blade of the knife slashed past the guard's chest, only to see a stream of blood shooting out from the guard's body, straight towards Fan Diewu.

Cheng Wenlong held a knife in one hand, and the broad blade blocked Fan Diewu's face, and blood splashed on the knife, like a pair of plum blossoms.

The guards stood and died, and Cheng Wenlong turned around and looked at Fan Diewu: "Be careful of blood!" ”

Fan Diewu's little face turned pale, and she seemed to be frightened.

"I said let you stand back, whoever is sneaking up, I'll chop him!" Wang Jian shouted at the guards.

Cheng Wenlong looked at Wang Jian appreciatively, took a knife and walked towards Aotama, Wang Jian pulled a spear, and rushed towards Cheng Wenlong like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

Cheng Wenlong turned around and knocked away Wang Qian's spear, cut off the spear with his hand, and slashed Wu Qian's head with a big knife.

As soon as Wang Qian's gun was broken, he knew that his life was going to be lost, so he had to close his eyes and throw the gun, but the strong wind brought by the big knife stopped above Wang Qian's head, and Wang Jian opened his eyes.

Cheng Wenlong held a long knife in his hand, looked at the elderly Wang Qian, and suddenly put away the knife and laughed:

"Haha! There are talented people in the country, each leading the way for decades, General Wang, you are old! ”

Wang Jian snorted coldly.

Cheng Wenlong's long knife was thrown, and the blade fell right on the neck of the Otama, and with a "poof", the head of the Otama rolled out like a watermelon, just rolled into the cloth bag filled with lime, and the blood was immediately stopped, and everyone understood why he was carrying a small bag and acting calmly and orderly, this person was terrible.

Cheng Wenlong bandaged the cloth, looked back at Wang Jian and said: "General Wang, Wenlong respects you as a man, I am afraid that you will not accept it if I kill you like this, Wenlong will not kill you, I will see you on the battlefield in the future." ”

Before Wang Jian could speak, the guards had already rushed over shouting, Cheng Wenlong put the cloth bag on his back, picked up the long knife from the ground, and rushed over to the guards.

Basically, it can't be called a fight, but a one-sided slaughter, the guards can't get close to Cheng Wenlong's body at all, the long knife dances impenetrable, no one can enter within a zhang of more than a zhang, the guards screamed again and again, but the Qin people are really fierce, no one retreats, one row fell, and another row rushed over, one by one's eyes were red, and they were all desperate.

But the fact is that bravery does not mean strength, after all, Cheng Wenlong was armed with skills, and in just a few dozen minutes, he cut down all the guards and lost his ability to act.

Cheng Wenlong's face was pale, standing in the general's mansion with a long knife, and the last sunset was reluctant to set, hanging in the west, peeking at this man who was soaked in blood.

Cheng Wenlong looked at Wang Qian, and the setting sun stretched his body like a peerless knight.

Wang Jian looked at the guards who fell to the ground blankly, and then looked at Cheng Wenlong who was standing with a pillar of swords, muttering words in his mouth, looking crazy.

Cheng Wenlong held a long knife in his hand, turned around and went out of the house, and when he arrived at the gate of the mansion, he saw that from the outside of the general's mansion to the various streets, there were already Qin troops standing up, Cheng Wenlong smiled bitterly, I was afraid that there was a bad battle to fight.

Cheng Wenlong was about to rush forward with a knife, but someone behind him gently pulled his clothes, and Cheng Wenlong turned his head to see that it was Fan Diewu with a pale face.

"Something?"

"Cheng Wenlong, Butterfly Dance wants to follow you!"

Cheng Wenlong stopped talking, and rushed forward with a long knife, followed by celebrities, singing everyone's Fan Die dance.

Cheng Wenlong didn't know how many people he had killed, his hands gradually slowed down, and the long knife gradually became heavier, but the Qin army still rushed over wave after wave.

Cheng Wenlong just waved the knife mechanically, and every time he swung the knife, several heads fell.

Suddenly, he found that Fan Diewu behind him was gone, and hurriedly put away his knife to look for it, but found that a Qin Jun was holding a short knife in his hand, and the short knife was on Fan Diewu's neck like a swan's neck, looking at Cheng Wenlong with a smirk.

"Hurry up and put down the long...."

Before Qin Jun finished speaking, Cheng Wenlong took out the nunchucks on his body and shot at Qin Jun, the nunchucks stretched straight and with a sharp whistling sound, straight into Qin Jun's face.

Cheng Wenlong stepped forward quickly, holding Fan Diewu who was about to fall with one hand, and holding a nunchuck inserted in the door of Qin Jun's face with the other hand and said: "This is not a movie, too much nonsense is going to kill people." Also, don't threaten men with women, you're playing with fire. ”

After speaking, he pulled out the nunchuck, Qin Jun didn't hum, and fell to the ground and died.

Cheng Wenlong turned his head to Fan Diewu: "Follow me!" ”

Fan Diewu couldn't understand why this man was so powerful, so strong that he never had the word "hopeless" in his world, and he didn't understand why he believed in him so much.

Cheng Wenlong is almost exhausted, he is not a robot, he is also flesh and blood, he has killed so many people, the long knife is curled, not to mention a human.

But he couldn't fall, and if he fell, he would be chopped into pulp by the angry Qin army in the blink of an eye. Not even the scum is left.

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting from behind, Aisa brought people over, six fast horses, and in a blink of an eye, they killed in front of Cheng Wenlong, and the six people were dizzy for a while, only to see Cheng Wenlong standing with a pillar knife, his whole body was blood-red, and his feet were like a mountain of dead corpses of the Qin army.

"You're a donkey, don't you get on the horse?"

Aisa shouted.

Cheng Wenlong picked up Fan Diewu and got on the horse, turned around and untied the cloth bag, and threw the head of the Ota horse on the tall gatehouse of the General's Mansion, with his head wide open, looking at the massacre caused by himself.

The Qin army was still rushing, and a few people just opened a bloody road and crossed through the middle of the Qin army, and the Qin army just watched from a distance, all of them were frightened by the murderous aura of a few people.

Several people ran out of the city in one go, followed by a large number of Qin troops from a distance.

"Haha! Hahaha! They all laughed when they looked at each other.

"Fuck, it's fun, it's fun!"

The running lights shouted.

Everyone looked at Cheng Wenlong, but Cheng Wenlong didn't speak, and everyone was shocked at the moment, thinking that Cheng Wenlong was injured.

Cheng Wenlong suddenly stood on the back of a galloping horse with a knife, and opened his mouth to sing:

Canghai laughs

The tide on both sides of the strait

Ups and downs follow the waves

The sky laughs

The tide of the world

God knows who loses and who wins

Jiang Shan laughed

Smoke and rain shake

Tao Lang has exhausted the red dust and the world, and how much do you know

Qingfeng laughs

It's lonely

There is still a night photo left of pride

Cangsheng laughed

No more loneliness

Pride is still smiling infatuately

After singing, Cheng Wenlong threw away the long knife with the blade rolled up, and everyone was stunned by this heroic song, and at such a time, Cheng Wenlong, who was covered in blood, sang it in a desolate and thick voice, adding a bit of momentum.

The Qin army in the back was also stunned, this person is a demon from hell, right? Having killed so many people, he is now singing loudly.

Fan Diewu looked at Cheng Wenlong, who was standing on horseback and singing, and a string in her heart was plucked by this man.

"Fourth brother, what song is this?"

Castro asked Cheng Wenlong.

"Canghai laughs!"

After Cheng Wenlong finished speaking, he beat his horse and galloped, and the group became farther and farther away from Xianyang.