City Marshal

At this time, the situation between the two sides has become fierce, and corpses are scattered everywhere at the entrance of Yunkeju.

Although the South Korean agents were still attacking Yunkeju with great morale, everyone knew in their hearts that they were at the end of their battle. Nearly a hundred agents had fought and now only about 30 people remained. Quickly get supplementary support from Brother Cheng and the others!The Shuai Army approached the branch church and came to support. Although they were blocked, they still came in time after being cleaned up by Gu Jian and others. The five hundred Shuai Army brothers guarded the main roads in the garden, and the two hundred Shuai Army brothers directly rushed to the resisting troops. South Korean agents cleared directly from the gate to Yunkeju!The South Korean old man is indeed tough, rushing like a stubborn stone regardless of danger.

Rao was surrounded by Shuaijun brothers, and he rushed towards Yun Keju with a machete, as if he would not pay back until he met Jin Qiuyun. Only when he saw Chu Tian come out, did he stop and charge forward slightly The stature, but the endless fighting spirit is still reflected in the blood on the knife.

Seeing Chu Tian appear, the killing field immediately became quiet.

Chu Tian stretched out his right hand to the side, and handed over a machete.

Chu Tian raised his knife and pointed at old man Han, with a faint murderous smile on his lips: "Old man, I have already said in Hong Kong that I don't want to see you again. Will be a corpse, are you ready to die now?"

The South Korean old man still didn't speak, but his murderous intent gradually gathered.

At this time, a South Korean agent came to kill Chutian from the side on tiptoe. He was so greedy that he thought he was the closest to Chutian and could succeed in a sneak attack. The bitter cold wind blew across the neck of the man who entered the arena brazenly.

The South Korean agent slashed horizontally with his machete in an attempt to block Chu Tian's blow, but when he was about to raise his hand, he found that his neck was cold, and his blood and soul were instantly squeezed along an extremely small gap between his necks. Press it out, and finally burst into bloody flowers.

The man looked stunned, and then his body slowly fell down.

Until he died, he couldn't figure out how he died.

Chu Tian reached out his hand to wipe off the faint blood on the blade, and looked at the calm South Korean old man with a sneer on his mouth, humming softly: "Old man, the fighting power of your Korean nation is just like this, you should kiss me, old man, don't think Just stand there and act gloomy and you can get away with your life!"

The South Korean old man's eyes suddenly became cold, and the machete moved sideways.

Chutian was still standing there carelessly, and issued instructions to Tian Yangsheng: "Leave this South Korean old man to me, and you can clean up the rest of the garbage, well, take 5 minutes to solve them, there are still many things to do tonight Well, don't play with them!"

After the words fell, the South Korean agents were furious.

When they felt that they were being looked down upon by Chu Tian, ​​Tian Yangsheng had already jumped from the tree, like a goshawk swooping into the crowd of enemies. The enemy's throat was cut in an instant, and he fell to the ground stiffly clutching his wound.

The old demon also borrowed strength from Brother Shuaijun, and chased his soul with a meat cleaver in his hand.

The killing of these unworldly masters out of thin air immediately made the South Korean agents tremble with fear. The reason why they can survive until now is because they are basically fighting against the guards of the Qianlong Garden, as well as the handsome dead soldiers who are only guarding against death but not taking the initiative to attack. It was the opponent who played brazenly.

Brother Ren screamed again and again, but I stood still!The head of the old South Korean man was nailed in the distance like a piece of wood. His eyes were fixed on Chu Tian, ​​and he turned a deaf ear to the South Korean agents howling under the knife of Tian Yangsheng and others. It will make yourself confused and confused.

He didn't know if he could defeat Chu Tian, ​​but he had hope when he saw the blood on his left shoulder.

Suddenly, a figure stretched out from the light, and Chu Tian raised his eyelids slightly to look at the shadow, and saw Jin Qiuyun standing sadly leaning on the railing, but her charming aura with disheveled hair revealed a sense of sadness, because the situation in front of her was just like the pain she had suffered , is a tragedy!Chu Tian sighed softly, the cold light of the machete refracted.

When the enemies slaughtered by Tian Yangsheng and others knew that they were about to die without a place to die, they summoned up their last courage and turned to Chutian. A sneaky figure approached Chutian quickly, but before he could react When he came over, Chutian's machete gently cut his throat.

Neither deep nor shallow, always just right!Chu Tian didn't want to waste too much energy.

So no nasty scenes of blood gushing out.

When Jin Qiuyun saw the sharp edge of the sharp blade in Chutian's hand, she saw Chutian's cold eyes at that moment, but when she deliberately looked at her, she could feel a kind of bloody tenderness. Jin Qiuyun, who hated her deeply, would rather believe that the tenderness was an illusion.

The bright blade in Chu Tian's hand, every time it shines, means a life is slowly passing away. His figure is always irreplaceable and graceful. Jin Qiuyun can even see the smile on the corner of his mouth. The ridicule is hot and mixed, and there is also a touch of loneliness.

A master should understand the loneliness of being unbearably cold at a high place!No one was able to fight back, and there was no panic or fear on his face before death, but a kind of calmness of fallen leaves returning to the ground, because Chutian didn't bring them any sense of oppression, and that delicate blade looked like that to Jin Qiuyun. Gentle, like kissing a lover's white skin.

Jin Qiuyun didn't know why she didn't pay for her crime with death, maybe it was because she was concerned about these brothers who lived and died.

At 30 minutes and [-] seconds, the South Korean old man was left in the center of the audience.

Yang Feiyang walked over from the side, and said calmly: "Young commander, this South Korean old man is an elite of the South Korean army in the past. There are nearly four thousand people in his hands!"

"Later, he killed an American officer by mistake, and was fired and arrested by the South Korean army!"

Chu Tian smiled lightly, and asked lightly, "Why didn't you get killed?"

The old man's eyes were condensed into awns. Chu Tian's words were not aimless. South Korea has American troops stationed there, and the South Korean government regards the White House as its master, so the old man's killing of the American officer is definitely not a matter of expulsion and arrest. How could the Yankee want it? His head was used to vent the hatred in his heart.

Yang Feiyang burst into a smile, and added quietly: "The Jin family was amazed at his skill, so they spent a lot of money to save him as a servant of the Jin family! Over the years, they have killed many opponents for the Jin family, and even more so. Loyalty, the Jin family will let him protect Jin Qiuyun with him!"

Chu Tian nodded and said with a faint smile, "That's it! No wonder you worked so hard!"

In Yang Feiyang's narration, the old South Korean man's eyes were constantly shining with light. He seemed to think of the glorious achievements of the past, as if he remembered the all-powerful situation of the past, and then thought of the end of the road and the last stand tonight. Small gap.

Chu Tian seized the opportunity and said slowly, "Old man, let's do it!"

Just when Chutian shook off the blood on the knife, the old man in South Korea finally launched a thunderous attack, and his footsteps moved forward in an instant, far exceeding his speed just now. This kind of agility made Shuaijun brothers applaud secretly.

Chu Tian restrained his cynicism, and extended his right hand sideways, his deep black eyes were shining brightly. At that moment, everyone knew that the young commander was about to start a real battle. The realm of a master is not to kill wildly, but to enjoy Kill the enemy and win in the smooth offensive, Dangdangdang!Both of them are known for their strength and fierceness, and when they fight together, they don't give in to each other. They start a head-to-head duel. , let the air be filled with a faint burnt smell.

Jin Qiuyun, who was standing by the window, shouted anxiously: "Be careful!"

Her warning not only failed to help the old man in South Korea, but distracted him a little. At this moment, Chu Tian slashed his arm with a knife. Turned outward, blood soaked his sleeves in an instant.