Jiang Chen's blood surged, his face turned red, he clenched his fingers tightly, and said two words from between his teeth: "Jing, Feng!"
Miss Gao from behind also stamped her feet and cursed: "Despicable! Shameless! Dirty!"
"Don't be afraid, everyone! This kid will definitely not survive tonight. We don't need to talk about the rules of the world. Let's kill him together and share the reward equally!"
After someone took the lead, everyone who had been timid suddenly seemed to have courage and rushed forward with all kinds of insults.
Xu Huqiu quickly grabbed Miss Gao, who was still yelling and scolding, and took more than ten steps back.
The sound of "swish, swish, swish" of the hidden weapon breaking through the air is endless.
Jiang Chen turned sideways to avoid several hidden weapons, and then waved his iron gun with a few bangs to sweep down the nearby hidden weapons.
Looking at the figure rushing towards him, Jiang Chen was in no rush to take action.
He took a deep breath and felt an unprecedented surge of power in his body, and a kind of comfort that he had never experienced before came to his heart.
When he was learning martial arts, he had difficulty holding a wooden sword or gun due to his innate physical weakness. But now, the heavy iron spear was swung in his palm, as if it had become an extension of his arm, allowing him to control it with his will. This feeling was indescribable.
A desire suddenly arose in his heart - a desire to punch and kick, a desire to let go and fight!
Facing his flaming eyes, the big man with the ax who was rushing at the front suddenly stumbled and almost fell down.
Fortunately, this man was quite agile, and he immediately stabilized himself and stood firm.
After such a delay, he was already lagging behind several people. But he was not in a hurry, a hint of cunning flashed across his rough face.
The swordsman in black next to the big man holding the ax became the leader. Two steps later, he had reached the edge of Jiang Chen's attack range.
Jiang Chen stabbed out a spear and crashed into the man's shoulder, knocking him away and knocking down several people behind him.
Jiang Chen followed closely behind the man and rushed into the crowd. He flipped his wrist and flicked the tip of his spear. The cold shadow flickered like dancing pear blossoms or falling snow.
I heard a scream of ouch, ouch, ouch, and a large piece fell down like wheat.
There was a sound of wind behind my ears, and someone was sneaking up from the other side. Jiang Chen suddenly turned around and swung his spear in a wonderful arc in the air, slicing open the man's chest.
Before he could use up his strength, Jiang Chen lowered his shoulders and shot out like lightning. While flying one person away, he also crashed straight into the arms of another person. The dagger in his sleeve passed under his ribs, and a flower flowed out. Gorgeous plum blossoms.
The gun moves according to your heart, and it moves smoothly! It's extremely fun!
More weapons came from all around, Jiang Chen no longer held back his hand, he clenched the dagger in his left hand, and ran with the immobile man in front of him, swinging the gun with one hand, tearing a big gap in the crowd.
"This kid is cruel and cruel, we must not keep him!" someone shouted in the chaos.
Jiang Chen immediately discarded the human shield in his hand and allowed it to be pierced by several weapons. He stopped his feet, turned around, and ran to the other side.
"stop!"
"Where to run!"
Two people were chasing after Jiang Chen. Seeing Jiang Chen's miserable state, they couldn't help but feel overjoyed and ran even harder. After chasing for several steps, they suddenly realized: It seemed like the others behind them hadn't followed?
At this time, Jiang Chen turned around, with a cold smile on his lips. How could he still be a bit embarrassed? The iron spears he held in both hands turned into dragons and strangled them in an instant.
Two screams, blood gushed out, and the body slowly fell.
Without looking at them, Jiang Chen strode through the middle and met the few warriors who were lagging behind.
The warrior at the head did not expect that his two companions would be defeated so quickly. When he saw Jiang Chen charging forward, he couldn't help but panic. He put his spear across his chest in a defensive posture.
Jiang Chen stabbed him with a spear. There was a click, the spear body was broken in half, and the cold spear tip pierced the man's chest.
The man's eyes widened, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He lowered his head and looked at his chest, and fell down with a thud as Jiang Chen drew his gun.
The remaining three people were horrified, and they all took a step back, staring at the bloody figure holding a gun in front of them as if facing a powerful enemy.
Jiang Chen wiped the blood stain on the tip of the gun with his sleeve, and said in a relaxed tone like chatting with an old friend: "How many people are there in the distance?"
The big man with the ax shouted: "Boy, don't be so arrogant, you have become a street rat, and all the killers in Xiliao City want to kill you! If you have some sense, you should be captured quickly and hand over the demon pill, otherwise you will never get out alive!"
Jiang Chen glanced at the wounded and corpses on the ground, and breathed out softly: "How much reward does Jingfeng offer to kill me?"
"Five thousand taels, life or death." Jiang Chen glanced at him, and the axe-wielding man's voice weakened a lot.
"It's only five thousand taels, and you want to buy my head?" Jiang Chen suddenly stepped forward with a weird smile on his face, "Do you think you have a chance to get these five thousand taels?"
Following these words, a bloody and violent aura suddenly rose, making the hair of the axe-wielding man stand on end. His knees went weak and he almost knelt down and shouted for mercy.
"Wait, I have something to say..."
Before the man with the ax had finished speaking, a quiet flute sound suddenly sounded.
The old man with white beard and hair behind him lowered his eyes and played the flute.
The sound of the flute flows like a cold spring, spreading in the long street, gently and gently blowing in Jiang Chen's heart like a cool wind.
Jiang Chen's mind froze, and the fierce and evil aura lingering in his chest disappeared one by one with the sound of the flute.
The midday sun shone on him, but it didn't feel hot at all. Instead, it was as gentle as water, as if it wanted to wash his body.
The groans and wailings suddenly disappeared, and the smell of blood on the ground disappeared. He seemed to appear in another space, in a trance, melancholy, and his soul was drifting. He was drawn out of his body and gradually became intoxicated in the dream woven by the sound of the flute... …
A hint of murderous intent that was very close at hand suddenly woke him up.
Jiang Chen instinctively leaned back and fell. A sword light passed by his face and cut off a strand of hair on his forehead.
At this time, he was in the posture of an iron bridge. Seeing that his back was about to hit the ground, he clapped his left palm and stood up with even faster momentum. He raised his gun to hold the opponent's sword, raised his leg and gave the man a sharp knee strike. Crash and fly out.
The man rolled all the way and stopped when he hit the steps. He couldn't even hold the sword steady and screamed miserably on the ground. The force of Jiang Chen's knee went straight to his internal organs. Even if he didn't die on the spot, half of his life was gone.
Jiang Chen took a breath and stared at the old man playing the flute in front of him.
The old man looked slightly panicked, and the sound of the flute became chaotic.
Seeing that he could no longer arouse Jiang Chen's mind, the tune suddenly turned sharp and harsh, turning into a brain-filling demonic sound pouring in from all directions.
Jiang Chen stepped forward with his gun in hand: "What a great song "Yixiao Listens to the Rain", but you ruined it!"
The old man had a look of fear on his face, and he stepped back continuously. Suddenly he tripped over the corpse on the ground and fell over.
Before he could get up, he saw a bit of cold light blowing towards his face, with a sharp wind that pierced his throat cruelly.
"Compared to that guy in the temple, your flute is far behind!" Jiang Chen looked at the old man's dead eyes, slowly withdrew the gun, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and put it on the ground with a "thud" , grinning at the cowering thieves in the distance, "Does anyone else want to try my gun?"
The blood stains on his face and the weird smile formed a sharp contrast with the originally handsome face, which was horrifying.
