As time passed, Peng Qianwu gradually fell behind in the fight with Zhao Xinchuan.

If the situation can continue to develop like this, He Weitong naturally has nothing to say, and he can save the end and go back directly, but things always backfire.

At the next moment, Zhao Xinchuan slapped out, Peng Qianwu didn't know if it was intentional, anyway, he was hit, and then his body fell down as soon as he was weak.

"Master!" Zhao Xinchuan's face changed, and he quickly landed, hooked the wire rope with his foot, and then grabbed Peng Qianwu's ankle.

At this moment, Peng Qianwu, who was in a coma, opened his eyes suddenly, then used it all abruptly, shook off Zhao Xinchuan's hand, landed steadily, and then jumped up and kicked Zhao Xinchuan.

Zhao Xinchuan was hanging on the wire rope, and Peng Qianwu came suddenly, although he moved, he still couldn't dodge, and was kicked away with all his strength, until he hit the subway net at the edge of the basketball court more than ten meters away, and then fell to the ground.

"Smack!"

The body fell to the ground, and a puddle of water had accumulated on the basketball court for a few centimeters.

"Flutter~" Zhao Xinchuan spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Xinchuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly got up, and looked at Peng Qianwu in the center of the venue with solemn eyes, his mood was a little complicated.

"Master, did I tell you! You can't be soft-hearted when fighting. Peng Qianwu walked over slowly and said.

Zhao Xinchuan covered the kicked part with his hand, and looked at Peng Qianwu with a slight twist, obviously this kick hurt him a lot.

"Thank you for your teachings." Zhao Xinchuan said.

After saying that, he ran over quickly and fought with Peng Qianwu again, at an extremely fast speed.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

The anger in Zhao Xinchuan's heart erupted, and every blow was exerted with all his might.

Peng Qianwu was able to catch the first few moves, but after more than a dozen moves, he was still punched out by Zhao Xinchuan and hit the net on the side of the basketball court.

The steel wire mesh was stretched outward for a few centimeters before it was elastically bounced back and fell to the ground.

"Flutter~"

Peng Qianwu also spilled a mouthful of blood on the ground, and the blood stains flowed everywhere along the puddle.

"Master, can I still count this trick into your eyes?" Zhao Xinchuan said with murderous eyes.

"Poof~" Peng Qianwu spit out the blood in his mouth, and then looked at Zhao Xinchuan.

"Okay."

After that, the two were entangled again, you punched me and I punched, and after a while, both of them became blue and swollen and unrecognizable.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

At this time, Peng Qianwu had been pressed and beaten by Zhao Xinchuan and had no power to fight back.

In heavy rain. Basketball court heart.

Zhao Xinchuan pressed Peng Qianwu into the puddle, pressed his neck with one hand, and pointed at Peng Qianwu's face with the other, punch after punch, Peng Qianwu's facial muscles changed, and he was extremely weak.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

One punch, two punches, three punches............

Zhao Xinchuan looked fiercely at Peng Qianwu who was pressed into the puddle by himself, and had no intention of stopping.

"Lose...... Lose...... I'm ...... Recognize...... Lose ......"

Just when Zhao Xinchuan was about to drop the tenth punch, Peng Qianwu in the water said intermittently.

Hearing this, Zhao Xinchuan's fist that had just been raised slowly fell.

Zhao Xinchuan glanced at the master in the puddle, and finally gave up the idea of killing him, and the idea of respecting the teacher in his heart once again took over.

Zhao Xinchuan got up slowly, and then helped Peng Qianwu up.

"Master, slow down."

On the roof of the building more than twenty meters away, He Weitong looked at this scene in the field, and his brows suddenly wrinkled slightly.

In the original play, it was because of Zhao Xinchuan's temporary soft-heartedness that he was killed by Peng Qianwu.

Seeing that the plot is still developing like the original play, He Weitong knows that if he doesn't intervene, then Zhao Xinchuan is afraid that he won't survive tonight.

He Weitong sighed slightly, then picked up the straighter steel bar at hand, and then slowly stood up.

Because the abandoned building was higher than the street lights on the basketball court, and it was raining heavily, the focus of the two people in the court was not here at all, so no one noticed him.

Although the rain slapped on his face, it affected his vision a little, but it was not in the way.

He Weitong clenched the steel bar as big as a thumb for more than half a meter, activated the qi in his body, and was ready to throw it out at any time.

He Weitong looked at the two people present, hello and me, He Weitong stared at his eyes.

"It's now!"

He Weitong looked at the two people at the exit, and He Weitong used all his strength to throw the steel bar in his hand towards Peng Qianwu in the distance.

The huge force made the steel rod shoot towards Peng Qianwu in a straight route, and the speed was already lost in the air.

At a distance of more than 20 meters, he came to Peng Qianwu's side just between breaths.

Everything came so suddenly, when Peng Qianwu reacted, the steel rod was only one meter away from him, and before Peng Qianwu could respond, he was taken out by the huge impact of the steel rod, about seven or eight meters away, the steel rod penetrated Peng Qianwu's body, and was inserted into the concrete ground with a "bang".

And Zhao Xinchuan, who was stabbed by Peng Qianwu, turned around sharply and blood came out of his mouth.

Zhao Xinchuan was stunned for a moment, and then there was endless anger in his heart, he didn't understand what was going on at this time.

Because the timing was not very good, when the steel rod pierced through Peng Qianwu's body, his sword had already pierced into Zhao Xinchuan's body, but because it was interrupted in time, the sword body did not continue to go deeper, only pierced a few centimeters, and did not cause fatal injuries.

He Weitong stood on the edge of the top floor, looking at the corpse on the basketball court with a solemn expression.

Being passed through the waist by such a thick steel rod, and in such bad weather, it is impossible not to die.

He Weitong glanced at Zhao Xinchuan at the exit of the basketball court, and Zhao Xinchuan Ye raised his head and looked at He Weitong.

"Thank you, brother, for saving my life." Zhao Xinchuan endured the pain in his back and hugged his fists and saluted.

He Weitong nodded slightly, and then turned to leave.

He Weitong jumped off the abandoned building, and then quickly walked towards the medical hall in the night.

………………

"Crunch~"

He Weitong closed the door of the medical hall, then shook his clothes and put the oil-paper umbrella on the side of the wall.

He Wei waited for a while, and only after his underwear had played a role in absorbing the dirty rainwater around him did he head towards the backyard.

He Weitong had no mental obstacle to killing Peng Qianwu, because he was not a good person.

He killed Peng Qianwu, which can be regarded as repaying Zhao Xinchuan's grace of spreading the Fa, and helping Zhou Xiyu.

Now that Peng Qianwu is dead, then Zhao Xinchuan will not die, and Zhou Xiyu will naturally not die.

It's just that killing Peng Qianwu reminded He Weitong of one thing, that is, he must pay attention in the future to prevent someone from secretly putting a cold gun.

Peng Qianwu died under his cold gun, and there are real guns in this world, and a distance of hundreds of meters can be crossed in a second.

This made He Weitong firmly believe that if he wanted to protect himself, he must make himself stronger, otherwise it would be a bullet to send him to hell.