Crunch-squeak-squeak-squeak

The soles of the feet stepped on the wooden bridge, making a slight noise. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Jian Chen crossed Qian Feng across his chest, and slowly walked on the wooden bridge while his eyes were vigilantly strafing around.

The bridge was the same as the countless wooden bridges he had walked on in the past, and it was clean, if not spotless, because it was cleaned regularly.

And it was this cleanliness that made him not dare to relax his vigilance at all.

On the bridge, there was no people, no blood, and there was not the slightest trace that should have been left after the battle, which was in stark contrast to the blood-spewing Nine Dragons fountain in the square.

How did the enemies of the Tang Sect do it?

As a prestigious family of assassins, not to mention being bullied all the way to the base camp as if crushed, is this Tang Sect disciple also wood? There is not even a trace of resistance?

If all this was done by Jiao Yang's team of at most one hundred and fifty people, Jian Chen would not believe it if he was killed.

Not to mention anything else, just because the Tang Sect has developed so far, the number of its disciples has exceeded 1,000, even if one person throws a dart, he has to tie the little number of the Wolf Tooth Army into a hedgehog.

What's more, there are also five backbones such as Tianji Tianying in the Tang Sect.

Tang Ziyu's kung fu, Jian Chen has seen it, even if the disciples in Tang Jiabao are not as good as him in martial arts, it is not comparable to ordinary people who have no power to resist.

Crunch, squeak.

Just as he was puzzled, footsteps sounded behind him.

Guo Chuanzong and the three of them finally vomited the contents of their stomachs, their faces were pale, and they followed with vague steps.

"Who the hell did that?"

The first sentence that Guo Chuanzong said when he followed up let Jian Chen know that in his heart, he also didn't believe that the Wolf Tooth Army alone could suppress the Tang Sect so decisively.

"It's not small. ”

Ling Wei's face was also very pale.

"I want you to say it!"

Guo Chuanzong suddenly gave him a blank look.

The atmosphere of surprise in Tangjiabao was diluted a lot in the quarrel that the two were accustomed to.

The wooden bridge is long, but it also has an end.

The four of them walked nervously and stopped until they had walked the wooden bridge and came to the domed palace, but they still found nothing.

After a strafing glance, the four of them all stopped at the closed palace gate.

The palace is very large, the door is naturally not small, there are three words of the hall on the horizontal plaque on the top of the door, I think it is the place where the high-level of Tangjiabao usually discusses important matters.

The door was closed quite tightly, and it looked very heavy, and the four of them glanced at each other, and Jian Chen nodded with a slightly gloomy face.

Guan Ping understood and rolled up his sleeves, but whenever there was physical work, he always took it seriously.

The thick hands were propped up on the door, Guan Ping moved his strength, the green tendons on his arms burst out, he shouted angrily, and kicked his legs violently with a slight bend!

The expected opening of the door did not appear.

The closed door was still closed, and Guan Ping's movements of his hands against the door remained unchanged at all.

Guan Ping's old face was slightly red, he glanced sideways at Jian Chen and the others, and said embarrassedly: "It's very heavy......"

"Out of breath!"

Guo Chuanzong pursed his lips with disdain, rolled up his sleeves, and walked up.

"Hey!"

The two of them exhaled, exhaled and exerted overwhelming force, gritted their teeth and pushed again.

Half of the door shook slightly, and was pushed open a gap that couldn't even be stuffed into a finger, and when the two of them weakened, they closed tightly again.

Guo Chuanzong turned around, his face turned red, "It's really heavy......

"Alas......"

Ling Wei sighed and shook his head, patted Jian Chen on the shoulder, and said, "You sentry, I'll help." ”

glanced at Guo Chuanzong contemptuously, walked to Guan Ping's side, and shouted, "Come on!"

Guo Chuanzong gritted his teeth in anger, and sprinkled all his anger on the door.

"Give it to me...... Open!"

The three of them worked together, and this time, it finally worked.

Hearing only a squeak, the huge wooden door of the Tang Gate Council Hall reluctantly parted to both sides.

But the strange thing is that as the door was pushed open, there was a snapping sound behind the door, as if something was falling down.

"Something is behind the door!"

Guan Ping screamed in surprise, saving some face for his previous embarrassment.

It's not that he has too little strength, but someone has put something behind the door.

He was so relieved of himself, but in the next moment, the look of surprise on his face suddenly froze!

The door of the council hall had been pushed open more than halfway, and the scene in the hall naturally fell into the eyes of everyone.

Stumps, severed arms, human heads!

Something that could not be found everywhere in Tangjiabao was densely reflected in everyone's eyes after pushing the door open.

It turned out that what was behind the door was a mutilated limb stuffed to the brim!

At the moment when the three of them looked fixedly, there was a human head with a distorted face, rolling on the ground, and even bounced, and when it stopped, a pair of blood-red eyes that were not blind were so dead, facing the three people who pushed the door.

"I'll fuck your uncle-!"

Guan Ping roared, suddenly felt stomach acid surge, vomited a spasm in his chest and abdomen, vomited, kept pushing the door with his hand, buried his head, and vomited again.

When his mouth was wide open, the heavy smell of blood was violently inhaled into his abdomen again, and this time, it was even more stirred so that his stomach and intestines were tumbling like waves, and he felt that all his internal organs were about to be spit out of his throat.

Guo Chuanzong reluctantly turned his head to look at Ling Wei, his lips trembling, and asked, "Knock me unconscious." ”

Ling Wei glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Think beautiful!"

"Gasp!"

The two of them bowed their heads at the same time, and acid sprayed all over the ground.

Bang!

Behind the three of them, Jian Chen smashed a fist on his chest, so as to suppress the churning stomach acid, and the breath-holding method was immediately cast, isolating the bloody qi in the air from the strange smell of Guan Ping and the three of them.

It's just that the sense of smell can be closed, and how can the vision be lost at this moment when the crisis is unclear?

In the huge conference hall, there are so many stumps and broken arms that it is impossible to get off their feet, and round human heads can be seen everywhere, and their common feature is the blood-red eyes that stare at the boss.

When he was in Yuhang, he had killed fifty-four people in a rage, and the scene of the sea of corpses and blood was not unseen, but at that time he was on the verge of losing his mind, and he was in a coma for more than half a month soon afterward.

The purgatory-like scene in front of him stimulated his nerves extremely violently, and his feet were about to retreat subconsciously, and the instinct from his body told him that retreating was the right choice at this moment.

It's just that, how can he retreat?

The whole Tangjiabao, only here is it difficult to see the traces of "people", although it is only a human head that cannot speak, but it always has to be explored......

Holding his breath and bypassing Guo Chuanzong and the others, who were vomiting wildly, Jian Chen's one foot, after hesitating for a long time, stepped into the hall.