Jiang Chen's blood and qi surged, his face turned red, he clenched his five fingers, and two words burst out from between his teeth: "Jing, Feng!" ”

Miss Gao in the rear also stomped her feet and scolded: "Despicable! Shameless! Dirty! ”

"Don't be afraid, everyone! This kid will definitely not survive tonight, let's not talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes, kill him together, and share the reward equally! ”

After someone took the lead, the people who were originally cowering seemed to suddenly have the courage to rush forward with all kinds of insults.

Xu Huqiu hurriedly dragged Miss Gao, who was still scolding, and took more than ten steps back.

The sound of the "whoosh" hidden weapon breaking through the air is endless.

Jiang Chen dodged a few hidden weapons sideways, and waved an iron spear again, and swept away several nearby hidden weapons with a few sounds.

Looking at the figure rushing to the front, Jiang Chen was not in a hurry to make a move.

He took a deep breath and felt the unprecedented power in his body, a feeling of relief that he had never experienced before.

When he was learning martial arts, due to his congenital weakness, he felt very difficult to hold a wooden sword and a wooden gun. And now, the iron spear of great weight waved in his palm, as if it had become an extension of the arm, and it was a wonderful feeling to be manipulated by his mind.

There was a longing in his heart - a desire to punch and kick, a desire to let go and fight!

Facing his flaming eyes, the axe-wielding man who had rushed to the front suddenly stumbled on the soles of his feet and almost fell.

Fortunately, this person's skills are quite agile, and he immediately calmed his waist and stood firmly.

With such a delay, he was already behind several people. But he was not in a hurry, and a hint of cunning flashed on his rugged countenance.

And the black-clothed swordsman beside the axe-wielding man became the one who took the lead. Two steps later, he had reached the edge of Jiang Chen's attack range.

Jiang Chen stabbed out with a shot, crashed into the man's shoulder, knocked him out alive, and knocked down several people in the rear.

Jiang Chen followed closely behind the man and rushed into the crowd, his wrist flipped, the tip of the gun shook, and the cold shadow flickered, like a dancing pear flower, like a fluttering snow.

I only heard a scream of sigh and sigh, and a large piece fell like wheat.

The wind was coming from behind his ears, and someone was sneaking in from the other side. Jiang Chen turned around suddenly, and the spear slashed a wonderful arc in the air, cutting the man's chest.

Before he could use his strength, Jiang Chen washed his shoulders heavily, and then shot out like electricity, picking one person away, and at the same time, he also crashed straight into the arms of the other, and the dagger in his sleeve passed under his ribs, flowing out of a bewitching plum blossom.

The gun moves as you like, and it is extremely enjoyable!

More blades attacked from around, Jiang Chen no longer kept his hand, held the dagger in his left hand, and ran with the man in front of him who couldn't move, slashing the gun with one hand, tearing a big gap in the crowd.

"This son is ruthless, and he must not stay!" Someone shouted in the chaos.

Jiang Chen immediately discarded the human shield in his hand, let it be pierced by several blades, and slammed his feet, his body turned around, and ran to the other side.

"Stop!"

"Where to run!"

There were two people chasing after Jiang Chen. Seeing Jiang Chen's embarrassed figure, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, and ran even harder, until after chasing a few steps, they suddenly reacted: The others behind didn't seem to be keeping up?

At this time, Jiang Chen turned around, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, where was the slightest bit of embarrassment? The iron spear he held in both hands turned into a dragon and strangled out in an instant.

Two screams, blood gushed out, and the body slowly fell.

Jiang Chen didn't look at them, and strode past the middle, catching up with the few martial artists who were lagging behind.

The warrior at the head didn't expect the two companions to be defeated so quickly, and when he saw Jiang Chen rushing head-on, he couldn't help but panic in his heart, and put his spear across his chest in a defensive posture.

Jiang Chen stabbed with a gun, only to hear a click, the spear body was broken in half, and the cold tip of the spear pierced into the man's chest.

The man's eyes widened, blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, he looked down at his chest, and fell down with a thud as Jiang Chen drew his gun.

The remaining three were shocked, and they all took a step back, staring at the bloody figure with a gun in front of them as if they were facing a great enemy.

Jiang Chen wiped the blood stains on the tip of the gun with his sleeve, and said in a relaxed tone like chatting with an old friend: "How many people are there in the distance?" ”

The big man with the axe shouted: "Boy, don't be arrogant, you have become a rat crossing the street, and the killers of the whole Western Liao City want to kill you!" Acquaintances quickly restrain their hands and hand over the demon pill, otherwise don't want to get out alive! ”

Jiang Chen glanced at the wounded and corpses all over the ground, and exhaled lightly: "How much is Jingfeng's reward for killing me?" ”

"Five thousand taels, whether life or death." was glanced at by Jiang Chen, and the voice of the axe-wielding man weakened a lot.

"It's only five thousand taels, and you want to buy my head?" Jiang Chen suddenly took a step forward, with a strange smile on his face, "Do you think you have a chance to get these five thousand taels?" ”

With these words, a bloody and violent aura suddenly rose, stabbing the big man with the axe. His knees went limp, and he almost knelt down and shouted for mercy.

"Wait, there's something to say......"

Before the axe-wielding man finished speaking, a quiet flute sounded.

The old man behind him, with all his beard and hair, lowered his eyes and played the flute.

The sound of the flute flowed like a cold spring, scattered on the long street, tactfully and lowly, like a cool wind gently blowing in Jiang Chen's heart.

Jiang Chen's mind froze, and the fierce aura that originally lingered in his chest actually melted away with the sound of the flute.

The noonday sun shone on him, but it was not half hot, but as gentle as water, as if it wanted to wash his body.

The groans and wails faded away, the smell of blood dissipated all over the ground, and he seemed to appear in another dimension, trance, melancholy, his soul fluttering, being drawn out of his shell, and gradually intoxicated by the illusion woven by the sound of the flute......

A touch of killing intent suddenly woke him up.

Jiang Chen instinctively leaned back and fell, and a sword light swept past him, cutting off a strand of hair on his forehead.

Seeing that his back was about to hit the ground, he slapped his left palm, turned over with a more rapid momentum, raised his gun to hold the opponent's long sword, and slammed his leg into the knees, knocking the man out of the air.

The man rolled all the way and stopped when he reached the steps, unable to hold his sword steadily, and wailed on the ground. The strength of Jiang Chen's knee hit penetrated his internal organs, and even if he didn't die on the spot, half of his life was gone.

Jiang Chen took a breath and stared at the old man playing the flute in front of him.

The old man's expression was slightly flustered, and the sound of the flute gradually became chaotic.

Seeing that he could no longer arouse Jiang Chen's mind, the tune suddenly turned urgent, became condensed and harsh, and turned into a brain-filled magic sound surging from all directions.

Jiang Chen stepped forward step by step with a gun: "A good song "Yixiao Listens to the Rain", it was ruined by you!" ”

The old man's face was terrified, and he retreated again and again, and suddenly tripped over the corpse on the ground, and fell on his heels.

Before he could get up, he saw a chill rush to his face, and the sharp sound of the wind cruelly pierced his throat.

"Your flute is far from that guy in the temple!" Jiang Chen looked at the old man's dead eyes, slowly withdrew the gun, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and put it on the ground with a "bang", grinning at the thieves who were cowering in the distance, "Does anyone else want to try my gun?" ”

The blood stains on his face, coupled with a weird smile, formed a sharp contrast with the original handsome face, which was creepy.