Chapter 1142 The Monk's Sorrow

"I just don't like him."

Seeing Zhao Heng and others appearing, countless sand and stones were thrown onto the white lard, the saffron face slightly changed and a hint of anger flashed across. His hatred and murderous intent towards Zhao Heng from the bottom of his heart were broken today, all due to the conspiracy that Zhao Heng was so decisive.

So every time he swept over his broken hand, he was sincerely angry. If Fei Dong Taibai suppressed him, he should not act rashly. He was afraid that he would have ambushed Zhao Heng, the enemy. In the battle of the Long Family in Hong Kong, he wanted to take the opportunity to kill Zhao Heng and vent his hatred, but sadly found that the latter had grown far beyond his imagination.

Therefore, when Zhao Heng saw another good thing that ruined Jiang Polang, the saffron couldn't help but feel angry, but he quickly returned to calm and sneered: "I have always been disliked by this green dragon. Now when I see him in trouble, I stabbed him with a knife. It has nothing to do with Jiang Polang."

"I know whether it's related or not."

When Qinglong was in a messy body stiff and thoughtful eyes, Zhao Heng took a step forward with his hands on his back: "As a master of the Eastern Division, you just don't have Jiang Polang's instructions. How dare you, the great monk, kill the Qimen without authorization? Isn't this going to destroy the Dong Lao and Jiang Polang?"

As the face of Saffron stopped slightly, a light burst out from Qinglong's eyes. He was a quick-minded person. Now, when Zhao Heng's sharp reminder, his voice immediately became low: "Jiang Polang, it's him, this is a game."

"childish!"

Saffron couldn't help but snorted coldly, while scanning Qinglong for the hollow gate to kill, his voice came out smoothly: "Zhao Heng is famous for being sinister and cunning. Are you so stupid? He heard that he has no level of provocation? I have said that I don't like you, so I want to stab you."

"This is purely our personal grudge and has nothing to do with Old Dong and Young Master Jiang."

Before Qinglong could respond, Zhao Heng smiled without saying anything: "Monkey, you are trying to cover up the truth. If you have a simple mind and a well-developed limbs, don't think that Qinglong is like you. I, Zhao Heng, are indeed provoking their relationship, but how can it work if there is no grudge in my heart?"

Zhao Heng pointed his finger and added clearly: "Jiang Polang locked my whereabouts and instigated Qinglong to kill me, but Jiang Polang knew that Qinglong was almost impossible to kill me, and he wanted to achieve the purpose of occupying the Qi Jingmen, so he sent me a warning message."

When Qinglong stood upright, Zhao Heng smiled and said lightly: "He wants to borrow my hand to get rid of Qinglong. He is still a cautious person. He is worried that if Qinglong misses the net, he will cause trouble for him, so he will let you set up a plan here to kill him. If I guess it's good,"

"This alley was also arranged by Jiang Polang."

He glanced at the lard and thick lime on the ground, as well as the location where the elite Eastern elites once hid, and soon launched this carefully arranged alley with the purpose of killing the injured Qinglong. This arrangement may have been around for a certain period of time, so he could see the essence.

Qinglong glanced at Zhao Heng strangely, then calmed down. He sat down on the dirty ground again, took out a pill and took it down. He could already understand many things at this time, and the failure of the attack tonight and the appearance of the monk.

He knew better that he could survive tonight, so Qinglong no longer became angry and began to recover his strength. Although he was an extremely sad loser tonight, he still wanted to retain some dignity, so he looked at the monk and said, "If I don't die, Jiang Polang will suffer a great disaster."

"You will definitely die!"

A ray of light burst out from the saffron's eyes, and the Zen stick in his right hand hangs his hand and shouts to Zhao Heng: "Zhao Heng, no matter whether there is any conspiracy tonight, this is a personal grudge between me and Qinglong. It is not in line with the rules of the world when you are in such a straight line, so don't meddle in the end."

"Master, do you tell the rules of the world?"

Zhao Heng curled a faint joke on his lips, and then looked at the monk and smiled: "If you talk about the rules of the world, you will climb a tree. When you and the two monsters of Shadow Sword dealt with me, did you care about the morality of the world? Besides, I, you and Qinglong, have you and I, are irreconcilable! "

Zhao Heng's face maintained a gentle smile, which was completely harmless: "I can calculate Ruyi's injury with you, and I can calculate the account of the attack on Qinglong tonight. No matter what, I am qualified to take care of the matter tonight, including killing you, the monk."

"put!"

Before the saffron could react, Zhao Heng quietly took two or three steps back. At the same time, the twelve Zhao guards took a step forward, with cold faces and pairs of eyes hidden in sharp light. They were firmly holding a folded crossbow arrow, and six cold light arrows were placed on the string.

With a sound of a string, seventy-two crossbow arrows instantly broke out of the air, directly covering the arrogant monk with a flamboyant aura. The arrows were sharp, and the alley, which was already tense, was instantly filled with endless murderous aura. Zhao Heng looked at the prey with a strong smile, and was quite playful to sweep over the sitting Azure Dragon.

The latter held something in his hand, a red spider.

"Dangdangdang!"

No one expected that Zhao Heng would suddenly issue a killing order, nor did he expect that Zhao Heng would dare to kill Saffron like this. It seemed that there were many historical reasons, but in fact there was no reason. However, it was good, and the murderous intent came so much that the monk suddenly fell into a desperate situation.

At this time, there was no time to hide, nor could he evacuate backward. Even if he was as powerful as a god, his martial arts skills were superb, it was difficult to exit the 200-meter alley, and the alley was small and difficult to hide. Therefore, Saffron could only angrily accuse Zhao Heng of being despicable and shameless, and at the same time, he waved the Zen stick in his hand to chop off the crossbow arrow.

He first turned sideways towards the wall, and then slashed the Zen Staff as he was.

His sideways avoided three long arrows that shot at his vital points, and the Zen stick he slashed was six sharp arrows that shot at his feet. All this happened in an extremely short moment, from the sharp arrows being released to the monk's reaction, but people blinked.

"Dangdang!"

The monk knocked out three crossbow arrows again, kicked four deadly arrows with his toes, and at the same time he moved his body to dodge with all his might. Finally, he could dodge the seventy-two arrows. Zhao Heng waved his fingers again, and the second round of arrows shot over again, and this time he opened a little distance.

"Zhao Heng, you must die a bad death!"

Saffron turned his Zen stick in a panic, roared at Zhao Heng, and then tried his best to kill the arrows. Zhao Heng looked at the monk running around and smiled faintly: "In the past, I was chased by you and the Shadow Sword, and I should let you taste the taste of surrounding and killing tonight."

The saffron took the time to sweep over the careless Zhao Heng, and reflexed the crossbow arrows back with two sounds. Although this would take more of his strength, he was angry when he saw Zhao Heng's proud face, so he tried his best to shoot back the two crossbow arrows. The arrows were sharp and domineering in an instant.

Zhao Heng didn't even move. To be precise, he didn't need to move. Bai Gou Sheng moved his steps and grabbed the crossbow arrow firmly with both hands. The arrow was only two inches away from Bai Gou Sheng's chest. The latter glanced over Saffron with indifferent expression, and flipped his hands and reflected the crossbow arrow back, with a momentum comparable to Feng Lei.

The murderous aura in the alley skyrocketed!

This arrow seemed to have condensed the spirit and power of the peak of Baigouliu. It seemed to have vaguely broken through the so-called speed limit and passed through the space diaphragm. It was in his hand the moment before, but the next moment, it had already arrived in front of the saffron, with the murderous aura shocking the earth,

Saffron was shooting down eight crossbow arrows. When he saw these two arrows reflected back, his face instantly became ugly. He had lost his strength after chopping off more than a hundred crossbow arrows in succession. Now these two branches gave him great pressure. With only one hand, he was obviously not as fast as the two arrows.

So when he clearly saw the two arrows spinning at high speed and getting closer to his body, his eyes gathered and reacted. When he powerfully shot down a domineering arrow on the left, and at the same time, a blood flower bloomed on his right body, which was very beautiful.

Saffron took two steps back in a mess, swept across the right shoulder of the crossbow arrow, and then roared out angrily. He clenched half of his body, holding the Zen stick tightly, looking at Zhao Heng and others who stopped shooting arrows, shouting: "Zhao Heng, you slutty, you are extremely shameless!"

"You dare to hurt me tonight, and you will give me ten times the family's life to return it."

Zhao Heng raised a faint smile on his lips and smiled at the extremely aggrieved monk: "Saffron, you don't seem to have figured out the status quoise yet? How could you have a future? Originally, I just saw who was betrayed by Qinglong tonight, but I didn't expect to run into you guys."

"As I said just now, the new and old hatreds should be broken."

The monk's face changed drastically: "Zhao Heng, think twice when doing things!" At this moment, anyone could smell the murderous intent contained in Zhao Heng's tone. He no longer limited to the scope of grievances of Qinglong, who meddled with other people's business. What Zhao Heng wanted was his monk's life, and no one suspected that Zhao Heng was just joking.

Saffron felt a little sad. Tonight, he was here to hunt Qinglong and exclaimed Xiang Jiang Polang, but he ran into Zhao Heng who was following him. Not only did he not be able to complete the task smoothly, but the other party also wanted to kill him, and completely ignored him as Dong Taibai's confidant.

Zhao Heng spread his hands and smiled, "Why think twice, you're going to die!" After saying these words, Zhao Heng looked at Qinglong with a calm look. Qinglong looked at the floor of the alley with a silent face. The saffron subconsciously swept across the end of Qinglong's gaze, which was where he stood with his feet.

A red spider was crawling on his ankle and gently bit the monk.

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