"Get down, find a corner and get down..."
When the whimper of the cannonball came, Jiang Minghao's first reaction was to call everyone to get down. Just as his voice fell, a loud explosion came:
"Boom..."
I felt that the whole earth was trembling, as if I was in an earthquake zone. After the blast of the entire front hall, the walls were immediately covered with spider web cracks, but the front hall was not It didn't collapse like they believed, except for a few dusts falling from the ceiling due to the shock and the machete thrown by Long Zhiwen, not even a piece of lime fell.
The crowd raised their heads in horror and looked at each other. There were no casualties. They exhaled deeply and got up from the ground. At this moment, they found Jiang Minghao who had just called them to get down. Wu Tian and Wei Debing squeezed under their bodies, covering them tightly. At the moment of crisis, Jiang Minghao was the first to call everyone to get down, while his two brothers ignored their own safety and protected their partners. Such kind and righteous soldiers, what reason do they have to continue to kill them? What face continues to be a tiger here
At this moment, the man wearing camouflage on the opposite side suddenly stepped forward and walked towards Jiang Minghao and the others respectfully. After helping to lift Jiang Minghao up, he suddenly folded his hands together and bowed respectfully. Speaking in the Longguo language with a strong Vietnamese accent:
"Hello, Mr. Jiang, I am Chamu, a former special soldier from Yue Kingdom. I admire your military spirit very much. I apologize to you for my previous actions that I intended to kill you."
"It's okay, we..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Minghao suddenly felt a pain in his chest, as if there was a biting pain from a poisonous snake in his chest. After a burst of blood, he couldn't help but spray out a mouthful of blood.
"puff······"
A stream of blood sprayed from Jiang Minghao’s mouth toward Cha Mu’s face like a spray, but Cha Mu, who was less than 30 centimeters away from Jiang Minghao, unexpectedly caused wind under his feet, like a ghost, when the blood mist sprayed on him. The shadow drifted to one side, cleverly avoiding the fan-shaped blood mist that Jiang Minghao sprayed on him.
Jiang Minghao immediately lowered his head and looked at his chest. His perspective eyes clearly saw the bursting of blood vessels and meridians in his right chest. A strong air pressure gushed out from their cracks, spewing out with blood, filling the chest cavity. Inside, he immediately shouted at Wu Tian and them:
"Quick...Quick, open a hole in my right chest..."
"what?"
Just when Wu Tian and Wei Debing were stunned, before they even understood what Jiang Minghao meant, a sudden sound of a knife separating the flesh came from their ears:
"Stab..."
After this sound, Jiang Minghao's right chest immediately had an extra hole of about five centimeters. The blood seemed to be a flood that broke the bank. He finally found a breakthrough and spewed out. Everyone came back to their senses, but only saw it. Cha Mu held a bloody dagger in his hand, and they hadn't even seen how the opponent shot it.
But at this moment, no one cared about Chamu's skill. Their attention was all on Jiang Minghao. Old Mr. Yang saw that Jiang Minghao was spouting another mouthful of blood, and he immediately understood that what he had lost was not the boxing technique, but the will. And faith, Jiang Minghao used his broken body to forcibly push himself into his body to suppress the energy.
"hiss······"
The old man couldn't help taking a breath at his age. What kind of will this child should have to suppress such a strong energy? This is like a doctor injecting a tube of air into your blood vessel with a syringe, and if this mass of gas enters your heart with the circulation of blood, your heart will burst because it cannot withstand the strong pressure.
But Jiang Minghao didn't know what method he used to slow down the flow of his blood. Before this energy entered his heart, he just blocked the energy in his chest, causing him to break his blood and enter the chest cavity. By cutting one's own skin and releasing the pressure generated by this energy, he can save his life.
The vigor that the old man Yang penetrated into Jiang Minghao’s body is like a turbulent river. Jiang Minghao’s meridian is like a columnar ditch. When one end of the ditch is suddenly blocked, the turbulent river is constantly hitting the ditch. At the same time as the obstacles, his water level is constantly rising, even flooding the entire ditch. When the river accumulates to a certain extent, it will naturally break through the ditch and flow out, so the energy of the old man will naturally not enter Jiang Minghao's heart.
You know, Jiang Minghao uses this method, either death or disability. Even if he succeeds in getting rid of the energy in his body, his meridian bloodline will be destroyed for life. This life is short of breath, lifespan is shortened, and even he cannot survive. Thirty-year-old disabled. But what does this mean to Jiang Minghao? He is already a paralyzed person who is not as good as dead. What does it matter if he is disabled
He used this method of self-mutilation to abruptly squeeze Old Man Yang's second and third punches. Looking at the incision on his chest, the blood gushing out like a fountain, Old Man Yang felt his back spine. There was a chill, and the young man's brain, courage, and cruelty to himself caused an old man of his age to feel palpitations.
"Jiang Minghao!" Old man Yang did not call him again this time, but instead called Jiang Minghao's name with a serious face. His words were full of admiration and admiration, and he just listened to him continue to say:
"Old man, I am convinced that I lost this time, and I have no regrets for losing."
Jiang Minghao looked at the Tai Chi master in front of him, and there was a sense of sadness in his heart. For a warrior like him, his martial arts is his belief and hope for survival. At this time, this lifelong belief and hope has completely collapsed, and perhaps soon Will die in depression, let alone break through the realm.
"Master Yang!" Jiang Minghao said breathlessly, "Actually, your skill is enough to kill me. It's just my speculation. If there is no such bet, maybe now you only need a finger to take mine. life."
"Hey, what about Mr. Jiang!" Mr. Yang changed his name to Mr. Jiang Minghao again. But thinking about Jiang Minghao's position in his mind at this time, he bowed his hand respectfully towards Jiang Minghao:
"Old man, I have my words, and I will make sure you leave this place safely, Longguo, you gang of hard-hearted and passionate soldiers, don't worry about the unrest in the world..."
As soon as Mr. Yang's words fell, Zhao Ritian's voice came from the loudspeaker again:
"Okay, you have finally united the front. The shell just now is a warning to you. It seems that you are still determined to have a pair of pants with this waste. Then don't blame me Zhao Ritian for not being affectionate. You all have to die. ."
Everyone heard Zhao Ritian’s voice, especially the five capable people and strangers he had sent before. After hearing his words, they seemed to calm down a lot. They were no longer as scared as before, because they knew very well in their hearts whether they would kill or not. Killing Jiang Minghao and the five of them, it is impossible for him to leave Zhao Ritian’s villa alive, Mr. Yang immediately said:
"Mr. Zhao. My old man owes you back already, do you think this tattered brick wall can block my way?"
Just as Mr. Yang's words fell, a violent aura suddenly appeared on his body, as if it were a violent flood, which instantly enveloped the entire room, making people sweat and sweat. Even Wu Tian and Wei Debing felt a sense of depression. The breath forced them to breathe hard. Although Mr. Yang's target was not them, Wu Tian and Wei Debing couldn't help but speed up their hearts as they watched the coercion emanating from him.
"Hehe, Yang Moyu, do you think you are really kung fu, invincible in the world?"
In his anger, Zhao Ritian called out Mr. Yang's name, and this name was completely legendary to Lin Hu, the monk, and Hua Yelang. When they heard the words Yang Moyu, they couldn't help but The whole body trembled, and there was infinite respect and admiration in their eyes. They could say that the name was like a thunder.
But for Zhao Ritian, these three words are nothing more than a running dog that can be killed at any time by him, and he angrily scolded:
"Speak nicely, you are a great master, if you put it awkwardly, you are a traitor to Tai Chi Sect."
Zhao Ritian’s words seemed to be like a big mountain, slamming against Mr. Yang’s head, and the coercion on his body suddenly disappeared with this verbal abuse. His wrinkled face instantly rose red, and the white beard on his chin followed. The twitch of his mouth kept shaking, as if this was a shame he could not erase in his life.
It turned out that Yang Moyu’s generation at the Tai Chi Sect back then belonged to a major disciple of the inheritance. After the death of his master, he should be taken over as the head of the Tai Chi Sect. But Yang Moyu pursued the martial arts and was unwilling to take over. He even thought that the position of the head was only It will affect his mood and cultivation level, so he resolutely left without saying goodbye and went out to practice cultivation, which is precisely because of Zhao Ritian's favor.
During the period when Yang Moyu was out, Taijimen was provoked by the martial arts of the Dragon Kingdom. He was almost dying and struggling to death. Even the three-character Taijimen sign was stepped on the soles of the feet, and all of this, Yang Moyu has an unshirkable responsibility.
But what kind of character is Zhao Ritian? He had already found out Yang Moyu's wealth background clearly, otherwise, how could he treat such an old man as a guest? In his words: Even if you have a dog, you have to have a dog that can bite. But in his eyes, Yang Moyu, he could not say no monks, Lin Hu, Cha Mu, Hua Yelang, and the dead willow swords, they were just the dogs he raised that bite people, but Zhao Ritian did not expect that he raised them. They are a group of white-eyed wolves, so today, he must poison all these white-eyed wolves, together with Jiang Minghao's waste, to solve his only hatred.
"Do you really think that a pair of fists and martial arts can be invincible in the world? Dreaming!" Zhao Ritian said, with a smug smile on his face, which is unique to his victory in the market. Pleasure, he said without hesitation:
"This room, without me, you cannot enter or leave. It is no exaggeration to say that you are completely in an iron box. The six sides of the front hall are almost five centimeters thick steel plate. Poured, you are just a few dying turtles, I just need to open a mouth and throw a cannonball in, you are like popcorn in a stuffy jar, bang, haha..."
"I care about your mother's Zhao Ritian." Wu Tian heard Zhao Ritian's frantic voice, and finally couldn't help but yelled, "You are a turtle, your whole family is a turtle, and your entire community is a turtle. You shrink your head. Turtle bastard·······"
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