For safety and confidentiality, Liang Chunlong, who was in his forties, was thick-skinned and took a tissue to wipe his hands while shaking his head to the man in black: "No, you have recognized the wrong person, my name is Liang Changsheng."

He had no intention of letting go of the six people, but wanted to seek safety and revenge. At this time, Liang Chunlong suddenly saw the corner of his leading man touching the corners of his mouth, smiling, and cold and contemptuous of his answer.

This glance made Liang Chunlong's breathing become rapid in an instant. It was indescribable, but there was anger of being ignored by the clown who jumped into the beam.

"Kill!" This anger was not too late to express it from his mouth. The image of the leader in Liang Chunlong's pupils disappeared instantly. Then a clean red sword broke out and pointed the man and the sword at Liang Chunlong's chest.

The latter couldn't help but know that the other party would have to kill him: "It's too much!"

Liang Chunlong roared and kicked the trash can in front of him. When the trash can hit the long sword, he stepped forward and punched out. The position where his fist rushed out was not the long sword, but the waist of the man in black, the latter

The waist and abdomen rotated, and one hand wrapped around Liang Chunlong's amazing punch.

All his strength was stabilized, and Liang Chunlong felt something was not good.

"Swoosh swish swish!" Just as the two attacked slightly, thirty crossbow arrows shot into Liang Chunlong's vital points. When countless bloody flowers were shot on his body, the leader pulled forward with his left hand to pull the distance between the two sides, and then returned with his right hand.

The sword swept, and a stream of blood burst out from Liang Chunlong's chest, shocking.

"Retreat!" The leader wiped off the blood from the sword, then turned around and left the bathroom.

It was two o'clock in the morning, a middle-aged man with a huge figure was practicing sword in the bamboo forest. Although it was already dark and the rain was hazy, he still practiced very hard. He strived to be accurate and in place for every move.

, they are not inferior to Platinum.

After practicing all the Qingmen moves, he stretched out his finger and pinched his sword finger, interpreting the moves that Ye Lingtian taught these days. When he showed his first move without any moisture, flashed around him.

Dozens of men in black, one of whom was masked, shouted: "But Liang Yijun?"

The man who was practicing martial arts was slightly shocked. He obviously didn't expect anyone to find this place. The most important thing was that it appeared late at night. However, he was also a capable person. After calming down a little ripples in his heart, he pinched his sword and pointed it coldly.

He spoke: "That's right, who are you?"

"Very good, verify it to avoid killing the wrong person."

The man in the mask smiled a long time, took a step back and waved his fingers, and the shadows of arrows were everywhere!

Dozens of men in black shot crossbow arrows without saying a word. Liang Yijun's pupils tightened, and his waterproof clothes were mixed with faint lights, flying everywhere. In a flash, he made five avoiding actions.

Liang Yijun, whose body was almost floating back, avoiding the murderous intent, while slapped the crossbow arrow in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Liang Yijun looked at the blood that was constantly sputtering on his body. He knew that he had been more or less injured, and

It seems to be just the first round of attacks.

"You are very good, but unfortunately you will die after all."
Chapter completed!