Chapter 2116: Those who touch my sons will die

Changkong led Qi Gousheng and the other two to move forward. The enemy was horrified and fearless. Changkong didn't talk nonsense. He raised his toes, snorted, and a machete flashed out. There were many enemies, and he shot three people in a row with one knife. The remaining momentum was not stopped. He stopped with blood nails to the wall behind, trembling.

The enemy's face changed drastically, and subconsciously dispersed. Changkong might not be able to break out, but no one dared to stop him. Changkong rushed to the window easily, but he just walked not far, turned his head and looked over, stopped again, his face changed slightly, and the sadness on his face seemed to be engraved.

When the enemy saw the god-like sky leaving, their fear gradually faded away, and they swarmed up, gathering more and more. They began to chop and kill the surrounding Qi Gou and the others, and they could not support them alone. The Qing Gang's children were always flesh and blood, and they would also kill and chop them. They were no longer like a vajra, but were like loose sand, struggling to support them.

In an instant, two Qing Gang children fell to the ground.

Changkong browed deeply, turned around and fought back, and a shot opened the way, and another sneer sounded. Several enemies screamed and fell to the ground, but no matter how powerful his spear was, how many enemies could he kill? He was alone, among the endless enemies, like a lonely boat in the vast sea.

Loneliness comes with loneliness.

"Gangmaster, go quickly!"

Qi Gousheng, covered in blood, fell to the ground all his brothers around him and chopped off an enemy with his backhand. He saw the sky that was knocked back to the window but turned back. Qi Gousheng knew that he was coming back to save him. He knew that it would be difficult to kill him this time, so he shouted quickly:

"Don't worry about me! Don't worry about me!"

Changkong smiled faintly: "How can the Qing Gang abandon his brothers?"

"Walk!"

Qi Gousheng was almost exhausted, and blood was flowing from the wounds on his body. He knew that he was a burden, and Changkong Tathagata was seeking death to save him, so he shook his wrist and directly placed the knife on his neck, hoarsely: "Gang Master, fight out and take revenge!"

The next second, Qi Gousheng suddenly turned the thin knife, and blood burst out from his neck.

Changkong's body shook: "Qi Gouyuan—"

The atmosphere in the whole audience suddenly stopped and the shouts stopped. Everyone stopped the attack in their hands, and they all looked at Qi Gousheng who swung his sword and committed suicide. They seemed to have no idea that he was so strong and righteous. In order not to let Changkong turn around to save him, he actually committed suicide to force Changkong to stop thinking.

The flat-headed young man opened his mouth slightly at the door. Looking at all this, he felt that something bloody in his heart was boiling, and there were some wrong perceptions that were being corrected and subverted. However, he soon returned to calm, with a hideous face, pointed at Changkong and shouted: "Kill him!"

The flat-headed young man knew in his heart that if Changkong really went out tonight, the Japanese princelings would be afraid of being unable to sleep or eat in the future, so Changkong must die here. When the man in black saw Changkong, he looked lonely and was alone at this moment, so he looked at each other and rushed forward, shouting in unison.

For a moment, the sound of the sky was heard. The long spear and short swords greeted Changkong one after another. A knife first stabbed Changkong on the shoulder. A pain accompanied by blood spread throughout his body in an instant. The confused eyes suddenly returned to the clarity, and there was an incomparable sadness and a vast hatred in his eyes.

"ah--"

Changkong suddenly let out an angry roar. The power of the roar was so huge, fierce and powerful. The man who stabbed him was as if he was hit by thunder. He stood there for a moment, his ears buzzed. At this moment, Changkong grabbed the knife in his hand and roared and flew out of his hand.

The blade rubbed against the air and made a hissing sound, and it pierced into the black man's chest like lightning. Blood burst out, dazzling, and flew out with his burly body. Finally, it was nailed to a sofa. His dying eyes were still filled with incredible fear.

The next second, Changkong shook his right hand, and the spear swung out an arc, blocking it suddenly in front of him. More than a dozen weapons flew into the air. His spear revved again, and several cold lights shook out around him. The six enemies did not even have the ability to resist, and then they were shot in their throats, and then fell to the ground.

The man in black suit rushed forward like a tide, and then retreated quickly like a tide. They have seen wind and waves since their debut, but they have never seen such an unpredictable gunshot technique. Although the flat-headed young man knew that Changkong was invincible, he knew his terribleness when he was in the scene.

I finally understood why the prince wanted to lure this person.

The enemy blocked ahead suddenly scattered, Changkong took his gun and killed him towards the window. Countless enemies were already in different places, and this place had become a Shura hell, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and corpses everywhere. The enemy was also red in his eyes, and he sacrificed his life to ignore it, besieging Changkong one after another, with a resentment.

"Swoosh!"

The sky full of sorrow and anger was full of killing, and the gods blocked the gods and ghosts blocked the ghosts. When more than ten wounds on his body were added, he rushed to the bright and clean window, and stabbed the spear, bang! The glass instantly shattered, and the sky swept away with the momentum, and the broken glass ejected backwards, knocking over four or five people.

The next second, Changkong rushed out of the window. Although he knew that there were most likely traps outside, he still had no way out to go. When he just popped out of the window, more than ten knives slashed into Changkong from outside, Changkong waved his spear and hit and bounced.

He broke away from the enemy's attack range and landed on a green grassland.

Changkong's face was covered with blood, scanning his place, a garden with a beautiful rockery pool, but as he expected, dozens of men in black were blocked around him, and swords and guns were on guard. Changkong looked at the gathering enemies, and a wry smile streaked across his face:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight."

But Changkong did not give up. He shook his dizzy head and grabbed the spear and rushed towards the woman in black who walked out of the enemy group. But just after he shot several meters, he staggered a little while, and knelt on one knee before stabbing his body. The woman in black pulled out a sharp blade and wanted to stab it.

"Su Su, are you going to kill me?"

But the sharp blade stopped just after stabbing Changkong. It was not blocking Changkong in time, but the woman in black did not stab. Sweat was dripping from her forehead, and blue veins on her hands swelled up. But the sharp blade was as if cast in the air, and it didn't move at all. Changkong slowly stood up and said softly:

"I kept thinking about how I died!"

He smiled faintly: "But I never thought I would die in your hands." The woman in black was Su Su with a delicate face. She held the sharp blade in her hand and knelt down when she heard Changkong's words. She just lowered her head, but she couldn't say anything. Changkong laughed again and coughed gently:

"But it would be fine if you die at your hands."

Since he joined the Qing Gang, he has lost a lot of laughter. His face has always been solemn, but when he is approaching difficulties, he mostly looks like a person: "Even if Changkong dies, he cannot die at the hands of rats, so I will be better off if I can die at your hands."

Susu's face was full of pain, and she felt that Changkong was scolding her every word. Susu didn't say much, and she thrust her wrist and stabbed her chest. She put one hand on her wrist. Susu looked at Changkong, who was blocking her, with her eyes as if she was fire, and she looked up and shouted, "Gangmaster, I deserve to die!"

Changkong grabbed his sharp blade: "I know, you must have a hard time."

Su Su was silent for a long time and shook her head flatly and said, "No!"

The flat-headed young man shouted sternly: "Su Su, kill him!" Su Su's lips pursed slightly without responding, but looked at Changkong with a bitter look, and his voice came out smoothly: "Gangmaster, I am a sinner. You should kill me, I betray you and harm you, and I deserve to die of sin."

"Kill Changkong!"

The flat-headed young man showed up in the garden, with dozens of men and women following him, all of whom were people who had appeared in the VIP room, but they had already changed into black clothes. The flat-headed young man looked at the two in his sight and showed a fierce murderous intent: "Come here, send the leader Liu Gang to the road!"

The men in black around him did not move. The four women flashed a silver knife when they fell down, and slowly leaned towards Changkong with a proud expression. Susu wanted to say something but eventually turned into a sigh. Changkong didn't care about Susu's attitude, so he reached out and pushed her away, and each person and shot to fight.

But his body betrayed him. His dizzy head made it difficult for him to stand firmly. His hands, looking at the silver spear, were shaking slightly. At this moment, the branches of the garden swayed, and a large piece of fallen leaves circled and fell. The woman was nearly two meters away from the sky, and the flat-headed young man flashed out the intention of success.

Suddenly, a white light broke through the air, and all the movements of the four women rushing in an instant. The fallen leaves that were originally flying all over the sky suddenly dispersed. What was originally moving suddenly stopped, absolutely still, except for the branches that kept vibrating, there was no other movement.

Even the air seems to be dead.

The four women suddenly showed a look of fear and despair in their pupils. Although their swords were still in their hands, they seemed to have become dead. When the white light flashed, their swords were dead and there was no longer any change, because all changes seemed to be frozen by a kind of cold air.

All life and power have been taken away by the flashing white light.

The Han sword was standing in front of the sky, with a cold expression like snow. He was holding a sword in his hand. No one knew how he appeared, but he just appeared, and there was blood flowing on the ground at some point. In the shock of the flat-headed young man and Su Su, the four women fell to the ground with a bang!

The throat, as thin as a crack in the nail, took away all their vitality!

"Those who move my disciples,,,"

Han Jian said lightly: "Die!"

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