Fortunately, Chen Zhinan was only responsible for interference and defense, but his attention was not all focused on Song Ziyun, and he was more focused on the side of the five people on his side. Seeing the cigarette pouch flying, Chen Zhinan pretended not to see it, and then shook the spear in his hand, and shook a shot at Song Ziyun's door.

Seeing Chen Zhinan's gun coming, Song Ziyun did not stop with the sword in his hand, dancing the sword body wantonly, welcoming the siege of the four, his footsteps were slightly wrong, the person was like a floating cloud, his arm did not move a bit, but the person had flashed lightly and dodged Chen Zhinan's shot.

It's a pity that Chen Zhinan's gun didn't go to Song Ziyun, and when he stabbed out, he left Song Ziyun alone, and took advantage of the momentum of the spear to stab Meng Fansheng straight to Meng Fansheng's door.

This shot not only stunned Peng Yunhu and Meng Fansheng's two companions, but even Song Ziyun, who was an enemy, was overwhelmed by this inexplicable shot.

Meng Fansheng was also puzzled when he saw Chen Zhinan's spear, but he couldn't see a trace of killing intent in Chen Zhinan's eyes, years of battlefield fighting, he developed his instinctive reaction, and subconsciously made a mistake in his body, dodging Chen Zhinan's spear, while dodging Chen Zhinan's spear, he turned his head sideways and saw the pipe flying from his side, and instantly understood Chen Zhinan's intentions, the hammer in his left hand did not stop, and continued to attack Song Ziyun, and the hammer in his right hand flew out, which was where Lu Pingchuan was.

Song Ziyun was forced to Meng Fansheng's side by Chen Zhinan's shot, just now Meng Fansheng's figure did not move, and he still failed to see the pipe, but now Meng Fansheng dodged with a wrong step, and the pipe was stunned and hit Song Ziyun's forehead. At this moment, the distance between the pipe and Song Ziyun was less than five inches, Song Ziyun wanted to dodge the time was too late, he wanted to parry but could not do anything, the attack of the five people on his side was so dense that he was no longer able to deal with the pipe.

If he calms down, with Song Ziyun's skills, there may be a solution, but Song Ziyun was a little stunned by Chen Zhinan's inexplicable shot, and then he was overwhelmed by the sudden pipe, which already made him very busy, and what made him even more angry was that at this time, a miserable scream suddenly came.

It was none other than Lu Pingchuan on his side who made the scream.

If it were someone else, Song Ziyun would not be distracted, but the gold ingots were dead, and if Lu Pingchuan had any more three long and two short, then the dark line of the ingots money village that Da Jin had spent a lot of energy building in the Central Plains Martial Arts would be completely cut off.

Lu Pingchuan's scream was due to the fact that the hammer thrown by Meng Fansheng had already smashed into Lu Pingchuan's head at this moment.

The hammer in Meng Fansheng's hands seemed to be as light as nothing, but those who really fought with Meng Fansheng knew that it was a pair of iron hammers made of pig iron, and its weight was incomparable, and it fell on Lu Pingchuan's head at this moment.

Song Ziyun followed the scream, Lu Pingchuan had no head at this moment, and instead of his head, he was carrying a round hammer on his shoulder. I saw that the hammer was surrounded by red and white, and the brains and blood flowed all over the ground, and at the same time as the screams came out, his person was instantly lifeless.

Song Ziyun was taken aback by Lu Pingchuan's tragic death, and he was more worried about how Yuanbao Qianzhuang would end up in the future.

But the current situation did not allow him to think about these things, because in addition to the siege of the five, the pipe was also in front of him.

When he turned around, Lu Pingchuan's pipe had already reached his side, and he couldn't avoid it at the moment. Song Ziyun weighed again and again, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and regardless of the surrounding offensive, he slammed into Peng Yunhu's body.

Song Ziyun's response can be dodged the fatal blow of the cigarette pouch, but in the face of Peng Yunhu's door wide open, how could Peng Yunhu let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

I saw Peng Yunhu holding a knife in both hands, turning his waist and sitting, exerting force with his legs, the strength from the legs to the waist, the waist and the arms, straight to the blade, and a knife from the right down to the left up, which was about to cut this Song Ziyun in two.

Song Ziyun took a sharp breath, so he barely managed to keep himself from being separated by this knife, but his abdomen happened to be slashed by Peng Yunhu.

Peng Yunhu didn't leave his hand with this knife, and Song Ziyun didn't have time to parry, this knife actually opened a huge opening in Song Ziyun's stomach, and Song Ziyun's intestines flowed all over the ground along the opening in his stomach.

The intense pain made Song Ziyun's movements a little sluggish, taking advantage of Song Ziyun's slow movements, Meng Fansheng blasted out with a hammer, hitting Song Ziyun's right ribs, Song Ziyun screamed in pain, and ran forward for dozens of steps to the side before he stopped his figure, but his complexion was like a piece of gold paper, gloomy and miserable.

Song Ziyun froze his body, spurted a mouthful of blood, and then shook his hand and threw out the long sword in his hand, which flew out in an arc like a rainbow in the air, and finally fell dozens of zhang away. Song Ziyun spurted out another mouthful of blood as the long sword landed, and then waved his hand at everyone, signaling that he had given up resistance.

When everyone saw that Song Ziyun had lost his long sword, they no longer besieged Song Ziyun. Everyone present, who didn't have a few lives in his hands, looking at Song Ziyun's face, he knew that his heart had been broken, even if it was a Da Luo Immortal, there was nothing he could do, and his death had become inevitable. Now that they knew that Song Ziyun would die, there was no need for them to attack Song Ziyun again. And since Song Ziyun gave up resistance, the time to leave Song Ziyun's last words is also a kind of respect for a strong person like Song Ziyun, which is an unwritten rule on the rivers and lakes, after all, the rivers and lakes respect the strong.

Song Ziyun quietly held on to a dead tree and slowly sat on the ground. At this moment, he did not feel any sadness because of the arrival of death, and his face distorted by pain instead appeared with a strange smile that should not have appeared.

The smile on Song Ziyun's face was indescribably weird. This weirdness doesn't hide the smell of some conspiracy, it seems to be just a distortion caused by the overly complex expression. That's right, the heart is punctured by the ribs, and the intestines also flow down the stomach, under such pain, even if the face of a peerless beauty wants to smile, it will never make people look good.

However, although the smile was creepy, Song Ziyun's eyes were calm without the slightest murderous aura, Chen Zhinan looked at Song Ziyun, who was once the heir to the head of a famous family, and felt very worthless for him, but when he saw Song Ziyun's eyes, he found that there was no unwillingness in his eyes, but only a touch of relief.