Suddenly, I heard a rough voice behind me say: "Why do you use a cattle slaughtering knife to kill chickens? How many taels of meat can this little white face have? How dare you work with the gang leader? Look at me Lao He poke a hundred transparent holes in him to let them know how powerful our Green Wolf Gang is." ”

Leng Qingfeng didn't need to look back to know that it was He Dayou, one of the four protectors of the gang, who spoke with infinite manpower and the courage of ten thousand people.

Leng Qingfeng nodded and said, "It's okay, Lao He, this person will be handed over to you, be careful, don't embarrass me." ”

"Just look at it, if you don't poke two transparent holes in him within ten moves, I will not be in Qingniu Town from now on. ”

I saw an eight-foot-long man holding a tiger-headed bright silver spear with a long tiger's head, and walked forward with a big grin, staring at a pair of bull's eyes and walking straight towards Zhao Yan.

"You're not my opponent, why bother dying in vain?

Zhao Yan's face was indifferent, and he looked at He Protector as if he was looking at a dead person.

"He's actually provoking He Protector again? Fuck, isn't this kid dying fast enough?"

"He Protector's marksmanship is superb, the big gun in his hand shook, and the thirty or twenty soldiers in the army can't think of getting close, this kid is dead. ”

"Yes, I guess this kid will die in five moves, what do you say?"

If he can survive two moves and not die, Lao Tzu will pull out his eyeballs and give you a bubble. ”

The onlookers had a lot of discussions, and their views on this upcoming decisive battle were surprisingly unanimous, and they all thought that Zhao Yan must be dead.

After all, no matter in terms of physique or fame, neither is a heavyweight at all.

I'm just struggling with whether he will die in the second move or the fifth move.

Seeing that this powerless little white face dared to ignore himself, He Dayou suddenly became furious and roared angrily: "Good boy, when you are dying, you dare to speak wildly, and you will shoot me!"

The big gun in his palm shook, pulled a bowl-sized spear flower, and suddenly stabbed towards Zhao Yan's chest.

Zhao Yan did not retreat but advanced, swinging his sword to shoot the tip of the gun, but the sword body was close to the barrel of the gun, and it slashed downward.

He Dayou hurriedly retreated backwards, wanting to distance himself from Zhao Yan.

His big gun is a heavy soldier on the battlefield, and he is naturally invincible on the battlefield, but it is obviously a bit cumbersome to fight alone on the rivers and lakes, and once he is close to him, he will completely fall into passivity.

Zhao Yan's long sword was like a maggot attached to the bone, no matter how he retreated, he always kept a distance of about three feet in front of him, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Cold sweat poured down from He Dayou's forehead, so that if the spear was within three feet of the swordsman, the lifeline of life and death would be completely pinched by others.

Because this distance is where the sword is most powerful, but the spear can't be used.

Before he could react, Zhao Yan's sword had already stabbed like lightning.

He Dayou is full of martial arts, and he is not losing his strength, and he is taking the road of reducing ten meetings with one force.

At this moment, when he saw the long sword stabbing at him, he knew that he couldn't avoid it no matter what he did, so he had to stiffen his head, grasp the barrel of the gun with both hands, and suddenly slammed towards the sword body.

However, at the moment when he raised his gun, Zhao Yan's wrist flicked, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into three, which was the third of the three-point swordsmanship in one move.

He Dayou knew that only one of the three long swords was real, and the other two were just phantoms.

But in the midst of eagerness, how can he tell the difference?

"Fight. He Dayou, who was sweating profusely, suddenly turned the head of the spear, and slashed at the two stabs with the tail of the spear, which he thought were real swords.

Unexpectedly, the tail of the spear pierced directly through the two swords.

Suddenly, his throat was cold, and he had been pierced by a long sword.

Zhao Yan withdrew his long sword, and the tall and burly He Dayou suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, blood gushed out from the blood hole in his throat, and he twitched on the ground a few times before he was silent.

The people around him who were happily talking about how many tricks Zhao Yan could hold on to were suddenly silent, like an old hen who was screaming happily but was suddenly choked by someone.

Looking at Zhao Yan one by one, their eyes showed a look of awe, and then they knew how terrifying this gang leader who seemed to be a weak scholar was.

Zhao Yan dashingly crossed the long sword, learned the handsome signature move of Simon blowing snow in the novel of his previous life, and gently blew towards the blood-stained long sword.

Instead of the imaginary scene of strings of beautiful blood beads dripping from the sword, which was so beautiful that it was touching, a large pool of blood was blown off directly, all of which flowed on the hem of the scribe's robe.

"Nima, it's really a lie in the novel, so I pretended not to be able to force it, but I lost a robe I bought yesterday, and my two taels of silver. ”

Zhao Yan exclaimed in the bottom of his heart.

This scene fell in the eyes of the onlookers in Qingniu Town, but it was indescribably ruthless, bloodthirsty and ruthless.

The young girls are all peach blossoms, undisguised in their eyes of the heat, in this world where the strong are respected, worshipping the strong can be said to be an innate feeling.

Zhao Yan's cold eyes swept over the people of the Green Wolf Gang, and said coldly: "Who else wants to come and send them to death?"

At this moment, his clothes and sword body were stained with blood, and he could no longer see the shadow of the weak scholar, standing there with a momentum that looked at the world, like a life-seeking Shura.

The members of the Green Wolf Gang, who had always been used to being rampant and domineering, were intimidated by his murderous gaze, and none of them dared to look at them.

The four hall masters who were originally furious were also dumbfounded, they were not stupid, how could they not know the situation in front of them?

He Dayou, whose strength was only weaker than them, was killed after only holding on to the second move, so what could they do when they went up? Hold on to one or two more moves and then die?

Everyone came out to make money in the end, and the Green Wolf Gang fell and then changed places, found a red wolf gang and the black wolf gang to join, and continued to make a fortune, for a gang that was unlucky, to lose their own lives, that would be stupid.

Leng Qingfeng saw that no one dared to stand up anymore, and his face suddenly turned pale, but he didn't say anything.

These rabble are unreliable, if they are expected to resist the strong enemy, the Green Wolf Gang is afraid that they will be wiped out seven or eight times ago, where will they hold on until now?

Leng Qingfeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at Zhao Yan with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Your Excellency, don't think that you can deceive people too much if you are good at swordsmanship, do you know who is the backer behind my Green Wolf Gang?"

Leng Qingfeng was self-aware, thinking that if he played by himself just now, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist Zhao Yan's terrifyingly fast swordsmanship, and at this moment he had to rely on the mountain behind him, hoping to scare off this Yanlong Gang leader who was bent on destroying the Blue Wolf Gang.

Zhao Yan flicked the long sword in his hand, and said domineeringly: "I don't care who is behind you?

Zhao Yan is telling the truth, he has nothing to worry about in this world, and the only goal in his heart is to work hard to complete the system task.

Work hard to become stronger, have the strength to protect the people you love, and then stay with the fairy-like beautiful and kind little cui.

If an eyeless bastard dares to stop him, then Zhao Yan will not hesitate to raise the butcher knife.