Unfortunately, it's still too late!
Seal the throat with a sword.
Zhang Er clutched his neck, blood spurted from his fingers, his expression was unbelievable.
He had no idea that Bai Jun, who had just kneeled and kowtowed to them, would snatch his sword and dare to attack them.
Because he didn't expect it, he was completely defenseless. He was used to bullying ordinary people in the past two months, and he also subconsciously regarded Bai Jun as an ordinary person.
In fact, Bai Jun is a warrior, a warrior in the Qi Condensation Realm, a level higher than him.
Whether he does mental calculations or not, he can't escape at all!
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the master for the second time!"
The system sound sounded, but Chen Hao ignored it, he was watching the fun now.
"Ding~ Do you want to bind the third sword master Bai Jun?"
"Bind!"
Needless to say, Chen Hao, who hadn't seen blood for a long time, was already hungry and thirsty.
He wished Bai Jun could kill a few more people.
Qin Feng was standing next to Zhang Er, witnessing the scene of Zhang Er being killed, he couldn't accept it for a while.
"Draw your sword, idiot!"
Brother Tiger shouted loudly.
He was a few meters away from Zhang Er and Qin Feng, so he couldn't help immediately.
"Qi Sword Slash!"
Bai Jun gritted his teeth and roared.
White zhenqi envelops the sword body, and Qin Feng's head flies high as the long sword slashes across.
"Damn it!" Brother Hu roared angrily and rushed forward.
He couldn't help but not be angry, Qin Feng died, it doesn't matter, there are gangsters who die on the streets.
But Zhang Er's death is very troublesome, after all, Zhang Dequan appointed him to take care of him.
Seeing Brother Hu rushing towards him aggressively, Bai Jun parried a little and smashed through the window of the house, Brother Hu followed closely behind.
Brother Hu gritted his teeth and said, "Bai Jun, today I'm going to tear you into pieces!"
Bai Jun roared hysterically: "I don't want to go to the ring, you forced me, you forced me!"
His eyes were full of despair and fear.
Bai Jun came from a good family background and was talented in martial arts. When his father was still alive, he had high hopes for him, hoping that he could concentrate on martial arts and at least become a master.
However, he lacked perseverance and was afraid of suffering. When he reached the Qi Condensation Realm, after his father passed away, he completely indulged himself, and the road to martial arts was abandoned halfway.
Bai Jun and Brother Hu are both mid-stage Qi Condensation Realm fighters, and the two fought each other only a few moves before Bai Jun showed signs of defeat.
Bai Jun's martial arts has long been neglected, coupled with his addiction to gambling, long-term alcoholism, and malnutrition.
If Brother Hu is a wolf, Bai Jun is a sheep.
Chen Hao became anxious when he saw it, he didn't want Bai Jun to lose.
Although Bai Jun is not a thing, he doesn't like gang fighters like Brother Hu either.
A big scene has already been constructed in his mind. The desperate Bai Jun rose up to resist, killed the three brothers Hu, and was chased and killed by the Iron Wolf Gang. Then he relied on himself and continued to become stronger... The last person to destroy the Iron Wolf Gang, Leave your own legend in Ironstone City!
What an interesting, inspiring, and exciting story!
He, Chen Hao's sword master, should have a wonderful life... even if this life is short.
what to do
Chen Hao suddenly remembered the skill of killing the master and inheriting it. This is the only help he can give the sword master now.
He could tell that Brother Hu and Bai Jun were both using Huang-level martial arts. If he could pass on Jin Zhengqiu's low-grade Xuan-level martial arts to Bai Jun, with the advantages of martial arts, Bai Jun might be able to turn the tables. .
"Inheriting the Xuan-level low-grade martial art "Storm Sword Jue" (Dacheng)!"
"In inheritance, please wait..."
At this moment, Bai Jun suddenly felt a strange message enter his mind, as if it was a kind of advanced martial art called "Blast Wind Sword Jue" that he had never seen before!
The information is very comprehensive, it seems that as long as he fully absorbs this information, he will be able to fully master this profound and powerful martial art.
As long as he can master it, he is very likely to kill Brother Hu and escape with his life!
Just when Bai Jun was excited, his arm hurt, and when he came back to his senses, his right hand had been cut off by Brother Hu's sword.
Brother Hu said sinisterly: "You dare to lose your mind when you fight with me, you are looking for death!"
Chen Hao fell to the ground with a speechless expression... Bai Jun actually lost his mind at a critical moment!
Of course he would not admit that it was caused by his untimely transmission of martial arts information.
All mistakes are Bai Jun's, he Chen Hao is right.
Bai Jun is too muddy to support the wall!
That's right, that's it!
Then, Chen Hao saw with his own eyes how Bai Jun, who was crying bitterly and begging for mercy, was brutally tortured and killed by the furious Brother Hu.
"Ding~ The host succeeded in killing the master for the third time!"
Bai Jun can be called Chen Hao's sword master who died the fastest. After holding the sword, he didn't live for more than three minutes.
emmm... It can be regarded as creating a record, I don't know if the later sword masters can surpass it.
After Bai Jun's death, Brother Hu hacked at Bai Jun's body more than a dozen times, and finally picked up Bai Jun's long sword with a gloomy expression. After all, it was Zhang Er's relic.
Brother Hu met Zhang Dequan, told Zhang Dequan about Zhang Er's death, and handed him the long sword.
Zhang Dequan looked at the long sword without speaking for a long time, while Chen Hu knelt on the ground, not daring to move.
"As a warrior, life and death are up to fate, it's his fate!" Zhang Dequan looked at Chen Hu and said slowly, "But you took two newcomers out to perform such a simple task, and you failed to save them, you accept the punishment ?"
Chen Hu gritted his teeth and said, "I admit it!"
"The recent battle between us and the Black Tiger Gang, you go and make meritorious deeds!"
"Thank you, Brother Quan!"
Iron Wolf Gang, armory.
A member of the Iron Wolf gang entered the armory, took out a long sword and threw it on the small table placed in the armory: "Wen Laizi, this is the weapon that Brother Quan ordered to put in, please register!"
The iron door of the warehouse was opened with a creak, and a pale young man in a plain gown limped out.
He took a careful look at the long sword, and the young man named Wen Laizi hurriedly took an account book for registration: the long sword was received, four feet two inches long, one and a half inches wide, with a small crack, a red blood drop pattern, the top Everything.
After registering, the helper signed the deposit seriously.
Whether it is a sect, family or gang, the library, the medicine storage room, and the armory are all important places, and idlers are not allowed to enter. In addition to strict guards, there is also a very strict system.
The Iron Wolf Gang is no exception!
Every weapon has a number, and it must be strictly registered when it is sent in or taken away.
There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.
Wen Laizi, surnamed Wen, was also a lame man. He had been guarding the armory of the Iron Wolf Gang for five years, but his real name was almost forgotten.
He has no backer in the gang, let alone relatives, and he has won the approval of the manager by virtue of his diligent work attitude.
But because he is a cripple, the general gang doesn't think much of him.
Wen Laizi went back to the warehouse and locked the iron door. Three weapon racks were placed on the three walls inside the warehouse. The weapons racks were neatly arranged with various weapons according to their categories and grades.
Most of them are mortal swords.
He is not yet qualified to touch Xuanwu level weapons.
Sitting on the chair, he drew out the long sword, Wen Laizi looked at the long sword carefully.
The shape of the long sword is ordinary, and it is the most common style on the market. The only thing that makes it stand out is the blood drop-shaped pattern. There are still red blood stains in the cracks. If you have seen blood, his previous owner may have encountered an accident.
Wen Laizi didn't know who the former owner of the long sword was, and he wasn't interested in knowing.
But probably not from the Iron Wolf Gang, after all, this long sword has not been registered before.
He gently wiped off the dust and remaining bloodstains on the sword body with the buckskin, and then spread a little sword oil evenly on the sword body with a cotton cloth.
Three minutes later, he wiped it vigorously back and forth with a raw cotton cloth for about 2 quarters of an hour. Seeing that the shiny sword almost touched his face, he nodded in satisfaction, and put the long sword on the shelf dedicated to placing top-level ordinary weapons. .
There are only five top-level mortal weapons on the shelf, two long swords, a knife, a dagger, and a soft whip.
Recently, the Iron Wolf Gang has fought fiercely with the Black Tiger Gang, and most of the top mortal weapons have been taken away.
(end of this chapter)