It's a pity that it's still late!

A sword seals the throat.

Zhang Er covered his neck, blood burst out from his fingers, and his face was incredulous.

He didn't expect that Bai Jun, who had just knelt down and kowtowed to them, would snatch his sword and dare to attack them.

Because he didn't expect it, he was completely defenseless, and he was used to bullying ordinary people for two months, and he also subconsciously regarded Bai Jun as an ordinary person.

In fact, Bai Jun is a martial artist, a martial artist of the Qi Condensation Realm, and he is a big level higher than him.

With mental calculation or unintentional, he can't escape at all!

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for the second successful killing!"

The sound of the system sounded, Chen Hao didn't pay attention, he was watching the excitement now.

"Ding~ whether to bind the third sword master Bai Jun. ”

"Bind!"

Needless to say, Chen Hao, who hadn't seen blood for a long time, was already hungry and thirsty.

He wished that Bai Jun could kill a few more people.

Qin Feng was standing beside Zhang Er, witnessing the scene of Zhang Er's killing, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

"Draw your sword, fool!"

Brother Tiger shouted.

He was a few meters away from Zhang Er and Qin Feng, and he couldn't help at the first time.

"Air Sword Slash!"

Bai Jun gritted his teeth and shouted.

The white true qi wrapped around the sword body, the long sword slashed, and Qin Feng's head flew high.

"Damn!" Tiger roared and rushed forward.

I can't help but be angry, Qin Feng is dead, it doesn't matter, it's not for nothing that gangs are dying on the streets.

But Zhang Er's death was very troublesome, after all, Zhang Dequan named him to take care of it.

Seeing Brother Tiger rushing violently, Bai Jun blocked a move slightly, and directly broke through the window of the house, followed by Brother Tiger.

Brother Tiger gritted his teeth and said, "Bai Jun, today I will break you into ten thousand pieces!"

Bai Jun yelled hysterically: "I don't want to go into the ring, you forced me, you forced me!"

His eyes were full of despair and fear.

Bai Jun has a good background and a good talent for martial arts, and when his father was alive, he had high hopes for him, hoping that he could concentrate on martial arts and at least become a master.

But he couldn't do it, he was afraid of hardship, and when he reached the condensation realm, after his father died, he completely indulged himself, and gave up halfway on the road of martial arts.

Bai Jun and Brother Tiger are both mid-stage martial artists in the Qi Condensation Realm, and after only a few moves between the two, Bai Jun showed a defeat.

Bai Jun's martial arts have long been deserted, coupled with his addiction to gambling, chronic alcoholism, and malnutrition.

If Brother Tiger is a wolf, Bai Jun is a sheep.

Chen Hao was anxious when he saw it, he didn't want Bai Jun to lose.

Although Bai Jun is not a thing, he also doesn't like gang warriors like Brother Hu.

He had already constructed a big drama in his mind, the desperate Bai Jun resisted, killed the three Tiger Brothers, and then was chased and killed by the Iron Wolf Gang, and then he relied on himself and kept getting stronger...... The last man destroyed the Iron Wolf Gang and left his own legend in Ironstone City!

What a funny, inspirational, and wonderful story!

He, Chen Hao's sword master, should have a wonderful life...... Even if this life is short.

What to do?

Chen Hao suddenly remembered the skill of killing the lord and inheriting it, which was the only help he could give the sword master now.

He could see that Brother Tiger and Bai Jun were both using yellow-level martial arts, and if he could teach Jin Zhengqiu's Xuan-level low-grade martial arts to Bai Jun, with the advantage of martial arts, Bai Jun might be able to turn the tables on the Jedi.

"Inherit the Xuan-level low-grade martial art "Wind Sword Technique" (Dacheng)!"

"In the inheritance, please ...... later"

At this moment, Bai Jun suddenly felt a strange piece of information enter his mind, as if it was a kind of advanced martial art called "Wind Sword Technique" that he had never seen before!

The information was very comprehensive, as if as long as he completely absorbed this information, he would be able to fully master this profound and powerful martial art.

As long as he can master it, he is very likely to kill Brother Tiger and escape with his life!

Just when Bai Jun was excited, his arm hurt, and when he came back to his senses, his right hand had been cut off by Brother Hu's sword.

Brother Tiger said suspiciously: "If you dare to get distracted when you fight me, you are simply looking for death!"

Chen Hao fell to the ground, speechless...... Bai Jun was distracted at a critical moment!

Of course, he wouldn't admit that it was caused by his inopportune transmission of martial arts information.

All mistakes are Bai Jun's, he Chen Hao is right.

Bai Jun can't hold up the wall with mud!

That's right, that's it!

Then, Chen Hao saw with his own eyes how Bai Jun, who was crying bitterly and constantly kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, was brutally tortured and killed by the angry Tiger Brother.

"Ding~ The host's third successful killing of the master!"

Bai Jun can be called Chen Hao's fastest dying sword master, and after taking the sword, he didn't live for three minutes.

emmm...... It can be regarded as a record, I don't know if the later sword masters can surpass it.

Brother Hu slashed the corpse more than a dozen times after Bai Jun's death, and finally picked up Bai Jun's long sword with a gloomy face, after all, it was Zhang Er's relic.

Brother Hu met Zhang Dequan in person, told Zhang Dequan about Zhang Er's death, and handed him the long sword.

Zhang Dequan looked at the long sword and didn't speak for a long time, and Chen Hu knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

"As a martial artist, life and death depend on fate, it is his fate that is not good!" Zhang Dequan looked at Chen Hu and said slowly, "But you took two newcomers out to perform such a simple task, and you failed to save them, do you accept the punishment?"

Chen Hu gritted his teeth and said, "I admit it!"

"In the recent battle between us and the Black Tiger Gang, you should go and make meritorious contributions!"

"Thank you, Brother Quan!"

Iron Wolves, Armory.

A member of the Iron Wolf Gang entered the armory, took out a long sword and threw it on the small table on the armory: "Wen lame, this is the weapon that Brother Quan ordered to put in, you register it!"

The iron door of the warehouse creaked open, and a young man with a pale face and a simple robe limped out.

He took a closer look at the long sword, and the young man who was called Wen Cripple hurriedly took an account book for registration: receive the long sword, four feet two inches long, one and a half inches wide, with a small crack, a red blood drop-shaped pattern, a top-level mortal weapon.

After registering, the gang drew seriously.

Whether it is a sect, a family or a gang, the library pavilion, the pill storage room, and the armory are all important, and people who are idlers cannot enter, in addition to being very strictly guarded, there is also a very strict system.

The Iron Wolves are no exception!

Every weapon has a number, and it must be strictly registered when it is sent in or taken away.

There are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

Wen Cripple's surname is Wen, he is also a cripple, and he has been guarding the armory of the Iron Wolf Gang for five years, and his real name has almost been forgotten.

He has no backers in the gang, let alone relatives, and relies on his diligent work attitude to gain the approval of the steward.

But because he is a cripple, the general gang doesn't think much of him.

Wen Cripple returned to the warehouse, locked the iron door, and placed three weapon racks on the three walls of the entire warehouse, and various weapons were neatly placed on the weapon racks according to categories and levels.

The vast majority of them are mortal-level swords.

Mysterious weapon-level weapons, he is not qualified to touch them yet.

Sitting on the chair, he drew his long sword, and Wen Cripple carefully examined the long sword.

The style of the long sword is ordinary, it is the most common style on the market, the only thing that makes it stand out is probably the blood droplet pattern, there are still red blood stains left in the cracks, and those who have seen blood, his previous owner is afraid that something has happened.

Who the previous owner of the long sword was, Wen Cripple didn't know, and he wasn't interested in knowing.

However, it is estimated that it is not from the Iron Wolf Gang, after all, this long sword has not been registered before.

He used deerskin to gently wipe off the dust and remaining blood marks on the sword, and then used a cotton cloth dipped in a little sword oil to evenly coat the sword.

After three minutes, the original cotton cloth was wiped back and forth vigorously, lasting about 2 quarters of an hour, and seeing that the shiny sword body could almost shine on his face, he nodded with satisfaction and put the long sword on the shelf dedicated to placing top-level mortal weapons.

There were only five top-level mortal weapons on the shelf, two long swords, a knife, a dagger, and a soft whip.

Recently, the Iron Wolf Gang and the Black Tiger Gang have fought hard, and most of the top mortal weapons have been taken away.