This time, it was the second protector of Changlemen, not the Eight King Kongs or something, which shows that Changlemen attaches great importance to Song Ning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I saw the second protector of Changle Gate sitting on the high mast, and laughed loudly: "Song Ning, I knew you couldn't help it." Why, this pier is your real home? Since we're here, let's break it off today. ”

Song Ning didn't answer, shook his head, and stood up.

The pier was full of stunning.

No matter how the Yanque Gang declines, Song Ning is the leader of the gang, and he is the sky above the heads of the men who pick their feet and pull boats. Everyone's heart is beating wildly, but everyone's heart is excited.

The bird boy who had been hoisted on the mast of another ship suddenly spoke, and he shouted, "Helper, leave me alone. My life isn't worth anything. I appreciate your hospitality. But you go quickly, just turn around and take this breath, you help me bite these bitches to death! ”

Although the children of Changle Sect who were tied up were falling down, their eyes were already breathing fire.

Changlemen's men, who were guarding him, jumped up and slapped him in the mouth.

Song Ning suddenly roared angrily, over the years, although he had come to this dock many times, and he had been seen by people many times, he had always been silent. Almost no one recognized him, and no one had ever seen him roar to the sky like this. The sound was like the water of a canal that had been flowing in the plains, and although it had been blocked by thousands of obstacles, it was still so relentless that it was going to rush into the dry water!

Song Ning's body had soared, and he rushed to the bow of the ship that was hanging from the trapped children.

The second protector on the mast suddenly burst into laughter, his body flew down, and in an instant, the two of them suddenly docked in the air, and the two of them stabbed at the same time, and separated at the same time.

Suddenly blood splattered in the air, and everyone couldn't tell whose blood it was. I saw that the figures of Song Ning and the Second Dharma Protector had flown up, and they had landed on the mast of the bird gang who was hanging from it. Both men fought each other for their lives, rising higher and higher until they reached the crossbar on the highest level of the mast. They abruptly withdrew their hands and stood on one side, with a straight mast in between.

Song Ning had to concentrate at this time. But suddenly an angry shout came from below: "Scream, I call you scream!" Why don't you call it? Why don't you cheer for your boss? ”

As soon as Song Ning lowered his head, he saw that the subordinate of Changle Gate had used a hook to cut off a piece of meat from the bound Yanque Gang's children, and laughed cruelly.

Song Ning knew that this was just a meritorious service for the subordinates of Changle Gate, forcing those middle school disciples to scream to disturb their minds.

I heard the kid suddenly shout: "Helper, don't worry about me, my hands and feet are broken, even if I save me, it is meaningless." ”

So saying, he struggled to his body, and did his best to meet the hook that had been pierced again. The subordinate of Changlemen shook his hand, quickly pulled the hook back, and said with an oily smile on his face: "I want to die, but it's not that easy." ”

The battle on the top of the mast rose again, the sword light of the second protector stood out, and the cage pressed over, Song Ning had to withdraw his gaze and fight with him again.

The people on the dock below couldn't see them so fast that they could barely distinguish the human figures' shots, and blood continued to splatter in the air, and the blood dripped below and hung on the faces of the Bird's Bird Gang disciples at the bottom of the mast.

The subordinate of Changle Sect beside the disciple was cutting his flesh piece by piece, this kind of pain even if he was a bony boy could not bear it, but the disciple didn't care at all.

The disciple suddenly stretched out his tongue and licked the blood droplets that fell on the side of his mouth, and laughed, "This sour smell! It must be the second protector of Changle Gate. ”

Then he licked it again and said loudly: "This iron-clad sweetness must be our helper's." ”

When he said the word "helper", there was pride in his tone. After all, he couldn't stand the pain, and he was venting the pain of his body through this scream.

But he saw Song Ning in the air suddenly circling down, as if he wanted to rescue his brother in the gang under the sword net of the second protector.

The child of the Swallow Bird Gang suddenly raised his head and said, "Helper, I can't help you." Don't save me, save yourself! ”

Song Ning roared angrily above: "You shut up for me, I'm not saving you, I'm saving my Yanque Gang!" ”

The disciple said with a hideous face: "I can't stand it anymore, so I'll give up first." Helper, you remembered, I want to die in the hands of my own people, not in the humiliation of outsiders. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly bit his tongue, and then, as soon as he opened his mouth, half of his broken tongue suddenly squirted towards the body of Song Ning's side towards the second protector.

The second protector thought it was some kind of secret weapon, and instinctively flashed. Song Ning's eyes were red, he had come to the place where the cousin's head was less than two feet above, but he saw the broken tongue suddenly smiled at him, and said indistinctly: "Helper, please, give me a refreshing one!" ”

His words were extremely painful, and they were extremely vague and tragic.

Song Ning's heart seemed to be dripping with blood, and he let out a strange scream, and the steel knife fell from the sky, and with a split, it had already slashed into the disciple's chest. Then, he spun around in the air, returned the knife, and wiped the neck of Changlemen's subordinate with a single sword. He hung upside down with his feet, wrapped around a suspension rope, and then swung his knife to meet the pursuit of the second protector, but his mouth hung upside down and leaned towards the brother's chest, and he took a sip of the blood that spurted out, and then flew straight up, and shouted bitterly: "One world, two brothers!" As long as I, Song Ning, don't die for a day, you will still live in my veins for a day. ”

The second protector had already brushed off the half of his tongue that was sticking to his clothes, and pursued him again, and Song Ning looked at him so quietly. That vision is as fierce as the two protectors, and you can also feel the endless death inside.

This injustice is settled.

As soon as the sunlight in the sky exploded, Song Ning's mind also bloomed slightly. Facing a master like the second protector of Changle Gate, although he didn't know the result, he couldn't help but think of death......

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The general altar of Yan Hongtu, the master of Changle Gate, is the most magnificent mansion in Luzhou City, the courtyard is deep and wide, and the weather is magnificent, and even Liang Dequan, the assassin of Luzhou, can not compare with it in this regard. The courtyard is divided into nine layers, some of which have a strict pattern and extraordinary bearing; Some of the winding paths are secluded and scattered. Weiwu Ju is in the center of the house, it is the eaves painting building, the momentum is majestic, the two thousand-year-old pines in front of the door, tall and verdant, strong like a dragon.

In just a few days, Changlemen caused the Yanque Gang to collapse, but Yan Hongtu had no smile on his face. He sent the second protector in the door to lead the elite to encircle and suppress Song Ning, and actually let Song Ning escape.

It seems that he still underestimates Song Ning, but he didn't expect him to hide so deeply, and his martial arts can't be underestimated.

A middle-aged man who looked like a businessman stood in front of Yan Hongtu, Yan Hongtu stared at him, and asked coldly, "Fourth, how many people have you sent in total?" ”

This pot-bellied middle-aged man is the fourth of the eight King Kongs under Yan Hongtu.