Seeing that his fists were unable to suppress Chen Ruixi, A Chong's mood became more and more impatient. Chen Ruixi saw all this, and his mouth began to show a sullen smile.
He defeated A Chong in a solo fight. Who would dare to look down upon me in the future? ! This record is enough to blow for a lifetime in front of Master and Senior Brothers, maybe Master will train himself as a successor because of this.
Just when he was thinking about wrongdoing, A Chong kicked Chen Ruixi's temple with a whip kick. Chen Ruixi hurriedly leaned back, feeling the pain on her face being swept by the strong wind, and her heart became sober a lot. After all, the opposite is A Chong who has never failed.
A Chong kicked in the air, then turned around and shook his leg. Chen Ruixi avoided flexibly and grabbed A Chong's leg with her right hand.
Chen Ruixi knew that his unicorn arm Tianke Achong, as long as he could touch his body, it could stimulate the insidious poison in his body. His own skill is almost "tailored" by Master for A Chong-it seems that Master has already got rid of A Chong's heart.
As expected, A Chong didn't dare to confront him head-on. Seeing Chen Ruixi's ghost grabbing him, he immediately stepped back and suddenly jumped to the side-there was Song Qingwu's pistol thrown on the ground.
Chen Ruixi was overjoyed. He had noticed the location of the pistol a long time ago, and he had been waiting for A Chong to pick up the gun.
While A Chong leaned over, Chen Ruixi flew forward, and the unicorn arm blocked A Chong's wrist like lightning.
A Chong's arms seemed to be burning, a string of purple flames appeared, and there was a beeping sound in the air. A smirk appeared at the corner of Chen Ruixi's mouth: You are done!
Who would have thought that A Chong did not try to break free, but grabbed Chen Ruixi's wrist with his backhand and twisted it, shouted, and slashed Chen Ruixi's unicorn arm with a hand knife in his left hand.
"what!!"
Chen Ruixi fell to the ground with a scream, his arm was cut off from the elbow, and the remaining half of his arm was spurted with blood.
A Chong threw away the half-amputation from his hand, leaning against the window and gasping for breath, his face pale as snow.
Just now he took the risk to lure Chen Ruixi into grabbing his yin and yang arm, and took the opportunity to cut off his unicorn arm with his left hand. As long as he is slightly careless, he will be counter-killed by Chen Ruixi.
Fortunately, he won the bet.
Chen Ruixi lay on the ground rolling and howling several times, and finally turned her eyes white, fainted with pain, and half of her body was immersed in a pool of blood.
A Chong supported the window sill and walked slowly to Song Qingwu.
Song Qingwu's face was bloodless, and he looked at A Chong calmly: "I'm not as good as a man, so I'm willing to go down, big brother, do it!"
A Chong panted and said, "I don't have to wait until now if I want to kill you."
Song Qingwu was taken aback: "You, don't you plan to kill me?"
A Chong shook his head.
Song Qingwu looked at him in disbelief, "You know that I am going to get rid of you by Master's order, so why are you still showing mercy to me?"
A Chong looked at Song Qingwu's eyes and said, "Because you are my junior."
A Chong picked up the pistol on the ground, removed the magazine, ejected the bullet from the barrel, pulled out the bolts, threw the parts out the window, and then leaned over and took out his wallet from Song Qingwu and put it in his pocket.
Song Qingwu said in a low voice, "Big brother, go away. Master has sent other people to chase you down. They should be here soon."
A Chong glanced at Song Qingwu and slowly said, "I am no longer your big brother. From today onwards, I am Kitano Chong!"
A Chong walked out the door slowly, and when he reached the door, Song Qingwu suddenly said, "Bei Ye Chong, I will not be merciful to you when we meet again next time."
A Chong turned his back to him and nodded slowly: "Me too."
When he got to the first floor, A Chong looked at the front desk. There was no one inside. The small hotel was empty. There was such a big noise upstairs that no one came out to check.
It wasn't until his figure disappeared at the corner of the street that the proprietress poked her head out of a small room at the end of the aisle.
After hesitating for a while, the lady boss took a torch and walked to the second floor with a trembling torch, opened the door, and saw Song Qingwu who was lying on the ground panting in a daze, then grinned and yelled:
"What's the matter? What are you doing? I just said that I will cover all of my rooms, but we didn't say that we are going to demolish the house! How can I entertain guests after you make it like this... You, you have to lose money!"
Song Qingwu gave her a sharp look, and the lady boss was too frightened to say anything. I wondered why the eyes of this young man were so bleak.
Song Qingwu pointed to Chen Ruixi's direction: "Let's see what happened to him."
The old lady looked around the corner of the bed and was shocked: "Oh my god! Why is there a dead person?"
Song Qingwu panted and stood up: "Let's see if he is dead!"
The proprietress walked forward tremblingly, probed Chen Ruixi's nose with her fingers, turned her head and shouted to Song Qingwu: "Hey! I'm still angry!"
Song Qingwu ignored her, step by step, reached her own sex, took out a mobile phone from her bag, endured the pain, gritted her teeth and dialed a few numbers...
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Under the dim street lamp, A Chong walked slowly while supporting the wall with his left hand, his right hand hanging softly by his side as if it was broken, stopping to take a breath every few steps.
His face was pale and his lips were blue. A Chong knew that the insidious poison had entered his heart, and now he felt like he was in an ice cave, and even the blood seemed to have frozen.
A few dozen meters behind A Chong, three ghostly figures appeared at some point, following him far away, always keeping a certain distance, like a jackal waiting for its prey to fall.
A few minutes later, A Chong finally couldn't walk anymore, and slowly fell down while holding on to the wall.
The three shadows stood on the spot for a while, spreading far away, and surrounded him with a tactical triangle formation.
The three of them slowly approached, and stopped at the same place about ten meters away from Achong. After observing for a while, the leader made a gesture, and the other two slowly pulled out the coldly shining dog legs from their waists. Knife.
A Chong who fell on the ground saw all this in his eyes, but couldn't make any response.
He is now cold, his limbs are weak, he can't even stand up, and he is left to be slaughtered.
Seeing the three people rushing up, A Chong slowly closed his eyes, whose consciousness had been blurred.
So be it!
everything is over.
At this moment, a pickup truck suddenly rushed out of the corner of the street, and slammed its whistle crookedly towards the three of them.
The three Gurkha mercenaries hurriedly hid the dogleg scimitars back to their waists, and the pickup truck rushed to the three and stopped abruptly, right between them and A Chong. A sturdy Mongolian man stuck his upper body out of the cab, raised his fist and yelled at the three of them with a strong breath of alcohol in his mouth.
The three Gurkha mercenaries looked at each other, not understanding what the Mongolian drunk was shouting.
The drunk seemed to think that the three of them were blocking his way, clenched his fists and danced his arms and shouted.
The headed Gurkha mercenaries shook their heads helplessly. These Mongolian natives are notoriously drinking and causing troubles. They have important tasks now, and they don't want to be as knowledgeable as this drunkard. More is worse than less. He winked and motioned for his two companions to avoid.
The Mongolian drunk retracted his body into the cab with satisfaction. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the pickup truck burst out with a roar.
The three Gurkha mercenaries looked down, and A Chong lying on the ground disappeared. The three of them were frightened and angry. When they turned to look, the pickup truck had already fled.
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I don’t know how long A Chong finally woke up. He opened his eyes and saw that the wooden strips above his head were lined up to form a circle, supporting the awning above, and a huge master standing on the ground. Right in the center. There was a round glass window beside him, and the warm sunlight was shining on him through the window.
"Where am I?" A Chong whispered.
"You are in my yurt." Timur held a bowl of steaming lamb soup and handed it to him. "You have slept for three days and three nights."
"I, I'm not dead yet?" A Chong struggled to sit up, feeling sore all over, looking around, and found himself lying on a wooden wall next to a washing machine, refrigerator, cabinets and other sundries. Surrounded by staggered wooden frames-this is really a home tent.
"Where is it so easy to die? You still have a lot of things to do." Timur looked at A Chong's eyes and said slowly.
At this moment, the tent was suddenly opened, and a sturdy man with a height of nearly two meters, Dong Dong, walked in and saw A Chong who was sitting in his arms. He narrowed his eyes into a seam with a smile, and took out a thermal insulation from his waist. The pot was handed to him, muttering something in his mouth.
A Chong took it and opened the lid and frowned. The pot was filled with strong white wine.
A Chong shook his head and returned the jug to the strong man. The strong man looked at him in wonder, then turned to look at Timur and said a few words.
Timur shook his head and said helplessly: "He is my nephew Surele and K. He and I drove to rescue you that night."
Su Rile and Ke touched A Chong's shoulder with a smile, pointed at the hip flask, pointed at themselves, and then pointed at A Chong.
Timur said: "Surile and K said that you have a cold body, this shochu can help you warm up-he knows what a fart!"
Timur turned around and said a few words to Surele and K, in a very severe tone. Although Surele and K had an expression of dissatisfaction, they went out obediently.
Timur shook his head and said, "My nephew is too impatient, but he has a very good heart. You will know if you have more contact with him in the future."
A Chong frowned. Hearing Timur's tone, he meant to live in his house.
"Who are you? Why do you want to save me?" A Chong asked directly.
Timur looked at him sternly, and slowly unbuttoned the front of his Mongolian robe, and a majestic wolf was tattooed on his chest.
A Chong was taken aback, "You, are you a descendant of the wolf?"
Timur nodded, and an old face suddenly burst into tears: "For thousands of years, our ancestors and ancestors of the Timurite clan have been looking for descendants of cavalry for generations. I found the direct descendant of Kitano clan..."
Seeing Timur, who was crying with his nose and tears, A Chong was at a loss.
Surele and K heard the strange noise from the tent, and poked their heads in, with a puzzled expression on their faces. Seeing Timur whose eyebrows and nose were wrinkled from crying, he was taken aback for a moment, and quickly retracted his head.
Timur cried for a while, and finally stopped, wiped his face and said, "Since you entered Mongolia, I have been sending people to follow you. Until a few days ago, I was in the south. I sent a letter and finally confirmed your identity, that you are the descendants of the Kitano clan of Iron Cavalry Ling-he also told me that your life may be in danger.
I wanted to find an opportunity to warn you, but I didn’t expect that another group of people were also monitoring you. In desperation, I had to risk meeting you at the foot of Yanran Mountain—although my identity was exposed because of this, it’s nothing. You are the descendants of the Iron Cavalry Order, and if they dare to attack you, the agreement of no war that has been passed for 600 years will be cancelled! "