"court death!"
The old man with a kind-looking face suddenly screamed, and that kind face seemed to become savage with this yelling. The three completely deformed warheads on the ground seemed to herald the end of Long Zhiwen.
The black and white Tai Chi airflow that originally completely enveloped Mr. Yang suddenly split into two, like a pair of scissors, cutting straight towards Long Zhiwen. The two distinct black and white airflows seemed to be the wings of scissors, and they were about to make Long Zhiwen's. Only by cutting the body can the old man's hatred be solved.
But Long Zhiwen seems to have been accustomed to such bizarre incidents a long time ago. Apart from the unbearable pain on his face, there is no slightest fear on his face. The right hand holding the pistol is slightly held up, as if All the strength of the body was concentrated on that arm, and the front sight of the pistol was aimed exactly at Mr. Yang's head.
"Bang...Bang...Bang..."
There were three consecutive shots, but these three shots seemed to have taken all of Long Zhiwen’s strength, and the raised right hand finally dropped after these three shots, as if it was a python that suddenly lost its vitality, taking his last After a trace of venom was ejected, he immediately collapsed.
But Mr. Yang didn't care about the three shots fired again in a row. He could deal with it calmly without preparation, let alone now
I saw the three bullets, after staggering two qijins, shot straight towards Mr. Yang’s face, like three wasps who regarded death as home, and they were about to take their own lives as the cost of the poisonous stinger at the tail. Plunge into the enemy's body.
"Hoo······················"
This time, the three bullets shot by Long Zhiwen seemed to be three eggs hitting the sponge. When they were less than one centimeter away from Mr. Yang’s body, the three golden bullets that were flying at high speed suddenly stopped. , Bounced back gently, as if it were three glass balls abandoned at will. After rolling on the ground for a few times, they became motionless. It was in sharp contrast with the three completely deformed warheads before.
At this time, the two air knives formed by the black and white energies, like two giant dragons, have already driven to Long Zhiwen’s neck. As long as they are together, they can pinch off Long Zhiwen’s head. Zhiwen seemed to be able to feel the ubiquitous energy penetrating the skin, deep into the bone marrow, and even lying in the surroundings of his bones and meridians, waiting for his master's order to harvest his own life.
Cold, unprecedented cold, this is Long Zhiwen's only feeling now, as if being thrown into the ice cellar, Long Zhiwen quietly closed his eyes, he even suspected that he had reached the edge of hell.
Suddenly, an exhausted roar completely broke the death situation. The energy that had already begun to penetrate into Long Zhiwen's skin was suddenly controlled. Long Zhiwen felt that he saw a life-saving rope thrown into the cellar, making him completely desperate. , Facing death calmly, Long Zhiwen suddenly opened his eyes and reawakened his vitality.
"stop."
I saw Jiang Minghao yelling at Mr. Yang while moving his wheelchair: "With Mr. Yang’s skill, if you want to kill all of us, it’s easy, but I don’t know if Mr. Yang dare to fight me. A bet?"
"call········"
The two black-and-white energies that had tied Long Zhiwen's neck suddenly collapsed like a building, blending with the surrounding air, perhaps because they felt that the lives of these people in front of them were like dolls in their hands, which could be crushed at any time. So Mr. Yang was more interested in Jiang Minghao’s sudden proposal. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Minghao with a playful expression:
"What gamble do you have to bet against me?"
When Mr. Yang said these words, Jiang Minghao knew that he had accepted Jiang Minghao’s proposal from the bottom of his heart, whether it was to play with the weak in front of him or to create a chance for them to survive, Mr. Yang’s answer, Already in Jiang Minghao's expectation, his eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing the old man Yang directly, saying without any fear:
"I don't have a bet, but it's just to show Mr. Yang that you can see if you can beat me to death."
Boom...
When everyone heard Jiang Minghao’s words, they felt as if they had been hit by a thunderbolt from the blue sky. Among the five of them, Long Zhiwen was the only hope, but in the face of this super high hand who turned into the micro, he was completely a man. The persimmon he can handle, let alone Jiang Minghao, who can't take care of even the most basic actions.
"Brother Hao..."
Wei Debing and Wu Tian yelled at almost the same time, watching Jiang Minghao shook their heads at them, but they didn’t know what to say. In the face of such a powerful master of martial arts, even a gun could not hurt them. Is there any way, and Long Zhiwen, who had just crawled over from the edge of death, finally stood up slowly while supporting his body. After experiencing the battle with Liu Dadao, he was exhausted and was given a palm by Mr. Yang again. Shooting flying, he is completely supported by his own will at this time, the sweat on his face and the blood on the corners of his mouth are blurred together, as if he is a desperado who is hovering on the edge of death.
"Jiang Minghao..." Long Zhiwen gasped and roared. He tried his best to amplify his voice, but the strength on his body seemed to flow away with the two energies that had just collapsed. The veins and blood vessels on the upper part were also exposed to the lower layer of the bright red skin along with the roar, just listen to him continue to roar:
"You are Lao Tzu's soldier, Lao Tzu is your commander, only Lao Tzu protects you, and you save Lao Tzu? Old ghost, come on, come at Lao Tzu..."
"boom······"
Long Zhiwen, who finally supported his body with another light palm, saw Old Man Yang gently wave his head, his chest felt like he had been hit by an invisible tree stump. He had already been hit by an invisible tree stump. The exhausted body once again flew out like a broken kite, but this time, he could not stand up again.
"Dragon Commander..."
Everyone looked at Long Zhiwen's body flying upside down, and they all rushed to help him up and check his injury, but Jiang Minghao's eyes penetrated his chest and clearly saw the active heart beating violently. , Although the breath in the lungs was a bit rapid and there were a lot of bruises on his body, it was not fatal. Jiang Minghao exhaled deeply, which meant that Grandpa Yang didn’t make a dead hand. He was right. The successor of Yang's Tai Chi in front of him, although he served Zhao Ritian, but survived with kind thoughts.
At this moment, Jiang Minghao noticed that in the enemy camp, he had never said a word from beginning to end, and even the young man in camouflage uniform who had never left the right hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, Jiang Ming Hao could see that such a sculpturally cold person possessed the majesty and aura of a soldier, but judging from his clothes, he is now reduced to a killer who feeds on human life. Looking at the old soldier lying on the ground, he has A touch of emotion, which means that the enemy camp, now only Elder Yang is devoted to Zhao Ritian.
Therefore, as long as he can persuade Mr. Yang, then the ten people in the front hall are brothers on a front line. The rest is to find a way out, but Jiang Minghao knows clearly that he wants to persuade this stubborn old man unless he is killed. Therefore, Jiang Minghao chose to use his own life to bet against him. As long as he wins, he will be able to completely defeat him with the subtle realm of Tai Chi that he has been proud of in his life. All the talents here have a chance to survive.
This is the first and second. In this duel with Mr. Yang, Jiang Minghao wants to fully use this time to calm the dust in the air. The two electric fans on the ceiling have been completely destroyed, so as long as this The dust in the house settled, and Zhao Ritian's dust explosion was no longer possible.
Of course, it is impossible for him to see this slowly settled dust when he is facing off against Old Man Yang, because the camera in the front hall has been destroyed by Wu Tian, and he can only hear the voices of Jiang Minghao and Old Man Yang, especially It was Jiang Minghao who was gambling with Old Man Yang with his disabled body, which aroused Zhao Ritian's abnormal psychology. Jiang Minghao believed that even if Old Man Yang did not agree, Zhao Ritian would ask Mr. Yang to make a bet because he wanted to see Jiang Minghao's pleasure when he died without a place to bury him.
"Hehe, okay, he deserves to be the son of the dead ghost cheetah. He has courage."
Sure enough, when Mr. Yang hesitated, Zhao Ritian's voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker. His voice was full of irony and ridicule. He only heard him say in a commanding tone:
"Master Yang, promised his gambling agreement, I want to see, you are disabled, how can you die!"
"Yes!" Father Yang paused, with a hesitant expression on his face, but he still arched his hands and replied: "This bet has been agreed to my father. You said, how do you want to bet?"
Jiang Minghao didn't seem to care about Zhao Ritian's words, he nodded slightly, showed respect to the old man, and then said:
"The younger generation is not talented, and I would like to take the three punches of Old Man Yang with the Xingyi Five Elements Fist. If the younger generation survives by chance, please spare the lives of everyone present."
Seeing the young man sitting in a wheelchair in front of him, Mr. Yang was extremely shocked, but he was more admired and ashamed. At his age, he did a detrimental thing for a kindness, even if he reported it. Well, I can only die to thank the world, but the young man in front of him is willing to save the lives of the people present with his own remains. How chivalrous is this? What kind of spirit? What a heart
"Okay, I promise you, as long as you take my three punches and not die, the old man will not only kill any of you, but also guarantee that you will leave completely."
Seeing Mr. Yang's promise, Jiang Minghao nodded slightly and said, "Excuse the younger generation for being disabled and unable to salute, then please ask Mr. Yang to do it!"
"Okay, what a brave baby, what a man who can take responsibility, the old man will do you well and take a fist."
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