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Chapter 123 It's a pity, it was a waste

A signal bomb exploded leisurely in the night sky, and colorful bright fireworks exploded in the sky. Even after a long time, they still flickered in the sky!

On a street in Nancheng, dozens of corpses fell on the ground in a haphazard manner, and two corpses dressed in Yijianmen costumes also fell on the ground.

However, there are crowds of people everywhere in the streets and in all the alleys. I don’t know how many Jianghu men are carrying weapons. The whole street is almost surrounded. People are still coming from all directions. Carrying a knife and gathering quickly at night.

In the middle of the street, several disciples of Yijianmen were surrounded, fighting non-stop, dripping with blood, and the smell of blood was strong. Zhang Zhishan, the third hero of the Twelve Heroes of Cangyun Mountain, and Chen Songyi, the seventh hero, left and right the pale-faced Ling Xiaoxiao guard in it.

Today, when they learned that Xu Tianle died under Ling Xiaoxiao's sword, Zhang Zhishan and Chen Songyi took Ling Xiaoxiao and ran out of the city without the slightest hesitation. He was soon overtaken by members of the Feihong gang.

After all, the three religions and nine streams in Jinling are all supported by several big gangs, and people like Yi Jianmen have no way to hide, their positions are quickly exposed, and they will be found wherever they hide.

Being hunted down all the way since noon, the dozen or so disciples of Yijianmen have been completely lost, even Zhang Zhishan and Chen Songyi have been injured to some extent.

Although both of them are top-notch in martial arts, the crazy Feihong gang has no scruples at all, and they are almost mobilized. What's more, with the famous Gusu Nangong family here, the Feihong gang is surprisingly xenophobic.

Yi Jianmen and the others are all masters, but the heroes can't stand the crowd, plus they have to protect Ling Xiaoxiao, so they have many scruples, before they can escape from the city, they have already lost almost all of them.

This man from the rivers and lakes who can't see at a glance is menacing, murderous aura permeates the air, and the smell of blood is majestic. Although Yi Jianmen's yin and yang sword array is powerful, it is difficult to parry against the overwhelming flying axes.

Chen Songyi clasped his hands and controlled the long sword. Sword shadows danced in the air, one sword turned into five, and the five sword pieces chirped to harvest lives, but his forehead was already dripping with sweat, and he suddenly retracted Jian, shouted: "Senior brother, you take your little sister to go quickly, the disciples of Yijianmen obey the order, and follow me to kill a bloody road!"

"kill!"

Chen Songyi stepped into the water, shouted loudly, then threw the long sword in his hand forward, knocking over several people in an instant, the long sword flew back, tightly gripping the hilt, the muscles on his wrist and forearm were extremely tense Stretching, driving the bright long sword to rotate quickly, as if turning into a shield, he rushed into the densely packed crowd, and the three disciples behind him arranged a sword formation, and rushed in after finding a weak point in the encirclement.

A crisp crackling sound resounded in the night sky, countless axes flew up, and blood flowed wildly.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Zhishan grabbed Ling Xiaoxiao, who had Liushen Wuzhu, and rushed out, leaping up to the top of a restaurant, the sword light smashed down the flying axes, and quickly disappeared into the night.

On the long street, all kinds of wailing came and went, most of them were members of Feihong Gang, and there were also members of Yijianmen, and the Yin-Yang Sword Formation was also dispersed in the crowd!

Fighting on the long street, Nancheng is in chaos.

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On a tall building at the end of the Long Fighting Street, two young men were watching everything here. The bloody smell at night drifted far away, and it also faintly fell here, accompanied by the night wind.

"Cough cough!"

With a slight cough, Du Ruo tightened his cloak, and took a deep look at the disciples of Yijianmen who were almost chopped into meat in the long street, and asked softly: "Brother Wang, if you make a move, you can kill me!" Chen Songyi or Zhang Zhishan?"

Wang Que leaned on the railing, shook his head, nodded again, and said: "Chen Songyi, who is surrounded, if I rush over, he will definitely die, but it is very likely that he will be exposed. As for Zhang Zhishan, I will not I see, Yi Jianshu is known as the best martial art in the world, but I have never had the chance to experience it."

Wang Que turned over, leaned against the railing, stared at Du Ruo, and asked, "Why, Brother Du wants me to kill them?"

Du Ruo stared at the long street, and said calmly: "It's just that a dozen or so ordinary disciples died, which is too cheap for Yijianmen. However, charging some interest is enough, and it would be bad to be exposed."

"Tsk tsk tsk," Wang Que sighed, "The most annoying thing is people like you. This is not enough. This is the inner disciple of Yijian Sect. There are probably only 200 people in the entire Yijian Sect. They are dying here. More than a dozen were killed, even Zhang Zhishan and Chen Songyi were injured, Yi Jianmen might be going crazy!"

Du Ruo shook his head slightly and said, "It would be great if only one of Zhang Zhishan, Chen Songyi, Ling Xiaoxiao and the others could die."

"This is a bit embarrassing." Wang Que said.

Du Ruo smiled freely, and said, "That's right, I'm a little greedy, although only a dozen inner disciples died, but in the future, Gusu Nangong and Yi Jianmen will probably have a confrontation, and it's almost the same!"

"Hey, Chen Songyi ran away!"

The fighting on this long street is over. In addition to Ling Xiaoxiao and their three brothers and sisters, the last few of the dozen or so disciples of Yijianmen have also fully confessed here. The signal sounded again.

As soon as the signal came out, Chen Songyi knew that Zhang Zhishan and Ling Xiaoxiao had been chased, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and chased after him when he had a chance.

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The streets were quiet, and there were no people in the area for several miles.

The street at night was very deep, with broken arms and limbs, dripping with blood, Du Ruo and Wang Que walked over slowly, both of them walked very slowly.

Du Ruo sighed a little, Yi Jianmen is worthy of being a top power, far from being able to compare with upstarts like Gusu Nangong, and they came all the way to chase and kill, because Chen Songyi and Zhang Zhishan are two masters who are always paying attention to protecting Ling Xiao Xiao was a bit lacking in avatar skills, but a dozen or so inner sect disciples were brutally killed until rivers of blood flowed.

Du Ruo was sighing, last time in the night battle in Gusu City, I was really glad that Gusu Nangong didn't accept him, and also glad that Nangong's family didn't take him and Lu Yang too seriously. The Nangong family was not as desperate as the Feihong gang, otherwise, he would have confessed there without waiting for Nangong Hupo.

Du Ruo walked quietly through the long street with his head down, and suddenly raised his head slightly, a smear of blood red flashed in his eyes, and jumped a few times in his eyes, returning to his innocence, and said softly: "It's a pity, so much blood, it's a waste gone."

Wang Que, who was squatting on the ground, turned his head to look at Du Ruo, stood up slowly, and muttered, "It's really a pity, so many people were killed, so much material wasted, and none of them were killed with artistic quality." , What a pity, what a pity, wasted!"

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