Chapter 2117 Leave Her Life

The appearance of Han Jian sanks the atmosphere in the audience.

His unparalleled sword not only killed four women, but also made the enemies in the audience feel cold. He didn't expect that someone would come out at this time, but it was still so powerful that it was scary. Changkong was happy when he saw the Han sword appear, and then showed solemnity: "You shouldn't have come!"

Changkong knew that although Han Jian was good at it and had a bodyguard for Zhao Heng, there were many enemies here and there were many good players. No matter how domineering Han Jian was, it was difficult to fight for a bloody path. A wry smile appeared on his face: "I have no strength anymore, and I can't fight with you."

He stabbed himself in the throat with a gun, trying to learn from the dog and cut off himself. However, as soon as the spear was lifted, a cold light shot into him. Han Jian pressed the body of Changkong's gun with his sword, and his voice came out coldly: "I'm here to save you, not to let you commit suicide!"

"Don't worry, we won't die tonight!"

Han Jian said lightly: "It's them!" When Changkong's body shook slightly, the face of the flat-headed young man had changed drastically. He reacted from the tragic deaths of four Deli's subordinates, pressed forward with both hands, and shouted at the men in black around him: "Kill! Kill them!"

Nearly a hundred men in black rushed forward with a low roar, with a long sword in their hands flashing bloodthirsty light. The Han sword protected Changkong and took a few steps back. When he pressed the latter against the wall, he suddenly rushed out. With a sword, he swept out an arc. Two Hongmen's children fell to the ground with a humming groan, with a fatal scar on their throats.

The next second, Han Jian stabbed another sword forward. A man in black dress burst his chest and fell straight backwards, knocking down three or four accomplices. This made the flat-headed young man even more angry. He waved his left hand and pressed the two women in black beside him, and he would kill each other no matter what.

"Swoosh swish swish!"

Han Jian looked at them approaching coldly, and then four diamond darts were shot out. The two of them also took the opportunity to hide behind and rushed forward. Han Jian did not retreat but instead swung his sword. He heard two sounds of Dangdang, and the diamond darts reflected back. The two women subconsciously moved sideways to avoid the darts.

Just as they were dodging to the side, the Han Jian fell into the middle of them, and the weapon suddenly turned, and two streams of blood burst out from their abdomen. The next second, the Han Jian retreated and almost avoided the other party's struggle before his death. At the same time, he overturned a Hongmen disciple who attacked Changkong with one sword.

The sword was stained with blood, but the Han sword was elegant and calm, and he killed one person with ten steps and did not stop for a thousand miles. At this moment, two shrill sounds broke through the air at the entrance. Two long arrows shot out from outside while the enemy was shouting. One of them was swept by a long sword and fell to the ground.

There was another crisp sound shot at the rockery and then bounced back into the air.

At the same time, a shocking shout of killing suddenly broke out at the entrance of the yacht club, and figures holding various weapons flashed out at the entrance. Looking around, the mountains and fields seemed to be full of human heads. The Whampoa Army jumped in, and the sharp killing force swept over.

"Swoosh"

A whistle and loud arrow flew into the air with a shrill roar. Dozens of Huangpu soldiers who were coming in roared at the same time. Their screams were filled with sincere excitement in the face of fighting and blood. Several men in black who could not dodge were killed on the spot by the lightning-falling sword light.

Blood and screams immediately filled the garden.

"put!"

When the flat-headed young men turned around, Song Qingguan raised his left hand without hesitation and shouted a word sternly. The bowstring of the powerful crossbow jumped at high speed, and the roar of the arrow was immediately suppressed by a new round of screams. Then the sword light rolled and tore up more than ten enemies.

The night sky seemed to have a light red mist, towards Changkong and Han Jian's enemies, stopped subconsciously with horror, and turned around slowly approaching. The more people gathered, nearly a hundred people gathered around the flat-headed young men and Su Su, but their courage was rapidly passing.

"Let down your weapon!"

With a thin knife in his right hand and an empty crossbow in his left hand, dozens of Whampoa soldiers surrounded the flat-headed young men and the others. Song Qingguan at the front of the semicircular formation took a step forward, and the eyes cast by the thin knife in blood were full of sarcasm and ridicule, just like a group of lambs fighting against a lion: "Put down the weapon."

"I will kill you if I don't put down my weapons for dozens of times!"

The murderous man in black costume was forced by Song Qingguan's gaze and felt a chill from the depths of his heart. Behind Song Qingguan were the Whampoa Army with fierce light on their faces. The murderous intent that overflowed from their bodies seemed to distort and deform the air and make people feel heartbroken.

Changkong knew the power of the Huangpu Army's group battle. This was the army of the Hengmen. Fighting alone might not be considered a master, but it was powerful when it came together. The most important thing was that the Han Jian and Song Qingguan appeared one after another, which meant that the speculations he had were gradually becoming a reality.

Zhao Heng is still alive!

Thinking of this, he coughed gently, and then shouted to Susu: "Susu, no matter what you betrayed me, I want you to put down your weapons and surrender now, right away!" He looked at Susu, who was biting his lip: "If you still recognize me as the leader, surrender immediately."

Su Su lowered her head and said nothing, her expression was quite ugly.

"Go! Get it!"

The flat-headed young man didn't know who this group was, but knew that they were a variable of life and death in Changkong. He was worried that he would have many nights and dreams, so he angrily shouted, and held the thin knife in his hand and rushed out of the crowd first: "Everyone rushed forward! We are three times the opponent's strength, and we are afraid that they will have a ball."

The flat-headed young man turned his head and shouted at the silent Susu, feeling sorry for his ironclad: "Susu, don't think you have a way out. Immediately order the Hongmen to kill these enemies and then cut off Changkong. If he is not dead, do you still have a foothold in China?"

Su Su's face looked extremely ugly and even pale. She raised her fingers and hesitated not to issue orders, but when she saw the blood on the ground, she waved her hand suddenly. More than fifty Hongmen's children pressed on it in an instant, and the flat-headed young man also shouted to more than twenty close friends around her: "Kill them, each of them will be 100,000!"

"Kill Changkong, millions per person!"

"Run!"

Under the encouragement of the flat-headed young man, thinking about the money after the situation was completed, nearly a hundred people forgot their fear and rushed up. The flat-headed young man even rushed to the front and raised his thin knife to Song Qingguan without hesitation. The tip of the knife was whistling like an angry dragon and stabbed Song Qingguan's heart with a fierce force.

The cold light and body in Song Qingguan's eyes seemed to flash at the same time. When the flat-headed young man stabbed the sky with a knife, he felt a cold chill suddenly coming from his back. The huge pain made his body fall out, and the blood scattered in the air was like a rainbow.

The flat-headed young man fell heavily on the grass, with an indestructible but serious blood hole on his back. Song Qingguan stood on the side of his original position, with a wisp of blood dripping from his sword in his hand. The screams from the flat-headed young man were so painful and desperate that many people stopped the offensive.

"Is Inoue injured?"

The shouts were full of anger and panic. Song Qingguan held a blood-dropping knife and pointed at the flat-headed young man who was lying on the ground: "When Young Master crashed and died, the princelings of Japan were making trouble everywhere. Unfortunately, although Young Master died, Hengmen will never be destroyed, and China cannot tolerate you to be presumptuous!"

Song Qingguan looked around, his voice with a sense of majesty: "If you abandon your weapons tonight, I will give you a chance to survive. If you want to resist stubbornly, I will kill you all so that you will never return to Japan. You have ten seconds to consider."

“Ten, nine, eight,”

The flat-headed young man ignored Song Qingguan's countdown. When his two companions helped him up, he covered his wound and shouted: "Kill them!" He had no way out at all. Tonight, he would either kill Song Qingguan and others to kill Changkong, or he would commit suicide by cutting off his caesarean section and apologize to the prince.

Just as the man in black bit his lips and let go, a terrifying roar sounded, and a crossbow arrow flew past the entrance again. A man in black was caught in an arrow on his back and fell to the ground with an arrow screaming and a fall. Under Ye Xiaohua's leadership, another Whampoa Army appeared with murderous aura.

It pierced from the side like a black arrow, and the flying sword light drew arcs in the air. When it was raised again, it was covered with blood. The Whampoa Army was waving its sickle and reaping its lives. The enemies fell down like grass, screaming shockingly.

"superior!"

Song Qingguan also decisively issued instructions to the people around him, and then he rushed into the enemy group first. The two teams of enemies were like black dragons, gathering and scattering, shouting and killing among the black-clothed people. The sound of killing was like thunder and blood flowing into a river, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

At this time, the combat quality of the Whampoa Army was fully demonstrated. The same move swept across thousands of troops, and one person slashed and one hundred people slashed at the same time. The momentum was completely incomparable. Although the number of people on both sides was equal, under the Huangpu Army's several black-fit men were disorganized.

Seeing Song Qingguan and Ye Xiaohua appear, Changkong's spirit completely relaxed. Only then did he realize the meaning of Han Jian. Tonight was not the sunset in Changkong, but the burial of the flat-headed young man and his wife. He knew that he was saved, but he did not have much joy.

Looking at Su Su, a trace of sadness emerged.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down! The surrender will not kill!"

At this time, the Whampoa Army had already compressed Su Su and the others in a corner, and the sound of Song Qingguan’s declaration of victory sounded on the battlefield. At the same time, Han Jian put down the phone in his hand and spoke to Changkong, who was half kneeling on the ground to relieve his emotions: "Gangmaster Liu, someone wants to see you."

Changkong glanced at Susu: "Han Jian, save her life!"

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