City Marshal

Six o'clock, calm.

At sunset on the western mountain, a few crows flitted across the rare barren hill.

The solitary sword fluttering in white flashed out strangely, and his direction was facing the forest.

But he walked over from behind, walking unhurriedly, but the sound of footsteps was clearly visible. Zhao Zilong moved from front to back, with a strong murderous intent flashing in his eyes. His right hand was already pressed on the handle of the knife. Jian approached and found their whereabouts, and he would jump out of the woods and thunder to kill them.

Gu Jian's expression was calm, with a ghostly white color in his shining eyes, he stopped three meters away from the woods, and he still didn't make a sound, but he turned around and prepared to leave. Zhao Zilong was slightly surprised, wondering if Gu Jian had discovered the whereabouts of the Tang Sect gang members.

While in a daze, Gu Jian walked another two meters, Zhao Zilong swallowed his saliva, shot murderous intent in his eyes, and issued an order to the two cronies beside him: "Whether this guy finds us or not, for the sake of safety, we must kill him, you guys The two are going to catch up and kill him now, the action must be quick."

The two confidantes nodded, raised their sabers and rushed towards Gu Jian.

Gu Jian didn't seem to hear any movement, and he was still looking up at the setting sun and walking forward. The two machetes were shining in the afterglow. When the light of the machetes became sharply elongated, he shook his head helplessly and turned around slowly. His hands were just right. He pinched the throats of two Tang Sect gang members, the movement was simple but beautiful.

With a slight force on both hands, the heads of the two gang members drooped.

The machete fell to the ground, and the vitality was extinguished!Gu Jian didn't turn around and leave, but said softly toward the woods: "Come out!"

He didn't shout out in a high-pitched voice, but the 500 people in the woods could hear them clearly, and Zhao Zilong and the others who were watching the battle were even more shocked. Unexpectedly, this guy not only discovered their whereabouts, but also dared to kill the two brothers instantly. Zhao Zilong immediately understood in his heart that Gu Jian must have come prepared.

Thinking of this, he jumped out of the dense forest, followed by more than a dozen gang members. Anyway, this is behind the forest, and it is difficult to see things happening in the decisive battle, so he wants to personally kill the lone sword of unknown origin , not only to avenge the two brothers, but also to hide his whereabouts.

As soon as the solitary sword turned on everyone's face, it was fixed on Zhao Zilong's face instantly. Even if there were 500 people wearing the same attire, he didn't need to take a second look to recognize who was among them. So he said coldly: "You are the leader? What are you doing sneakily?" Zhao Zilong had a ferocious look on his bronze-like face, but he didn't speak. He likes to express his will with a knife, so Leaping up in the air a few steps forward, the shining sword wrapped in endless murderous aura rushes towards Gu Jian, the fighting spirit is intertwined with domineering moves, he believes that he can cut off Gu Jian's head.

The lone sword is as calm as a stone sculpture, calmly staring at Zhao Zilong's huge body rushing diagonally, holding the flashing bamboo flute in his right hand, the whole world seems to have changed suddenly, and the sensitivity of his senses has increased by multiples. Accurately calculate and grasp the details of every movement of Zhao Zilong, and also clearly know how to win.

Two meters away, the two men met each other's eyes.

In an instant, fear arose in Zhao Zilong's heart.

He was overwhelmed by his ruthless composure.

At this moment, the seven-inch bamboo flute draws a miraculous trajectory in the air, embedded in Zhao Zilong's thousands of knives. Unable to move, he hurriedly drew his knife back to defend the vital point in shock.

The lone sword leaped up from the sky and flew over Zhao Zilong, and the seven-inch bamboo flute struck down like a storm. Zhao Zilong was horrified and tried his best to resist with the sword, but was killed by the opponent's violent attack. , sweating profusely, couldn't stop stepping back, and the seven-inch bamboo flute pierced it like long eyes.

Retreat is never as fast as advance.

All movements and shadows of the knife disappeared, and the last light stab of Gujian, the seven-inch bamboo flute pierced Zhao Zilong's throat.

it's over!Zhao Zilong's life is over.

There are no words to describe the shock in the hearts of the Tang Sect members watching the battle.

Gu Jian hangs down the bamboo flute in his hand, and the blood flows into drops, which happen to fall on a yellow leaf. When the yellow leaf is danced by the west wind again, Gu Jian's man walks towards the setting sun again, walking unhurriedly , but it was elegant and indifferent in the west wind. After a few steps, the bamboo flute was placed on the mouth, and the melodious sound filled the air.

The sound of the flute fluctuates slowly in the elegant atmosphere of the natural wind blowing the leaves. There is no flaw in the connection between the sounds. The charm is neither sad nor happy, but it can touch the listener's sadness and sadness.

The members of the Tang Sect gang in the woods could no longer suppress their tranquility. Looking at Zhao Zilong's corpse, they felt cold fingertips, cold toes, and cold sweat slowly running down their backs, as if there was a poisonous snake on their backs. Slowly crawling, Zhao Zilong's death made them quite panic.

This kind of panic is not because of the strength of Gu Jian, but because they don't know how to explain to Zhao Kuo, "We must kill him!"

A team leader muttered to himself.

His words were like water dripping into a frying pan, setting off a huge wave, and raising the machetes in their hands, a dozen members of the Tang Sect gang rushed towards Gu Jian, and the swords and swords fell one after another without any screams. Gu Jian pays attention to fatal strikes, and the seven-inch bamboo flute does not know how much blood is stained.

But it has never been broken or rotted, emerald green and bright red are intertwined and shining.

The Tang Sect gang in the woods also rushed out while taking advantage of the gap, raising their machetes one after another to kill Gu Jian. Even if a few or dozens of people couldn't deal with him, then a few hundred people would definitely be able to kill Gu Jian. Drowning, what's more, if he doesn't die, he will die, and Zhao Kuo will bury them alive.

When Gu Jian saw them rushing over, he frowned slightly, as if he was also afraid of the tide of attack, so he fled forward quickly, keeping the distance between the two of them five or six meters, the gang members of the Tang Sect fought desperately with anger Chasing, no matter what, you must chase Gu Jian, and only by killing him can you be fast.

After running two kilometers, Gu Jian stopped suddenly.

Hundreds of Tang Sect members hula surrounded him, surrounded him with three layers inside and outside, and of course gasped for breath, the two-kilometer journey really exhausted them, Gu Jian shook his head lightly, stretched out his palm and patted, before Tang The gang members reacted, and countless boulders rolled out from the hills on both sides, rolling over them.

The screams kept ringing out, and nearly a hundred stones smashed them to the point of crying and screaming. Some clever Tangmen gang members wanted to retreat or rush past the attack range of the stones, but just jumped out, and countless people rushed out from both sides of the road. Brother Shuai Jun surrounded the Tang Sect gang from all directions.

More than a hundred members of the Tang Sect gang were killed and injured by boulders.

It was only now that several Tang Sect team leaders came to their senses. They used a lone sword to kill Zhao Zilong in order to lure themselves into an ambush circle. Unexpectedly, they were blocked by the handsome army when they were about to ambush. Twice as much as himself, and more importantly, he didn't know where Shuai Jun came from.

Among them, the older team leader took out his phone and yelled at the people around him: "You stand up to the attack, I will call Chief Zhao and tell him there is a fraud here!"

After his words fell, Shuai Jun launched a tidal wave of attacks. The invincible image of Gu Jian had already made Tangmen lose his momentum, and when they met Shuai Jun's sharp and hard black iron machete, they couldn't resist Qi Piercing Changhong's attack after running for two kilometers. Shuai Jun, a large number of gang members fell within a few minutes.

The team leader is running around with his phone, but there is no signal!When turning to the fifth circle, Gu Jian had already come to him, murderous intent flashed across his cold face, the bamboo flute instantly pierced his throat, and when the blood spattered, the bamboo flute had already been withdrawn and swept away The foreheads of the two enemies rushing to the side made them smell the approach of death before they could scream.

Everything is like a nightmare that cannot be woken up or changed.

The tragic death of the team leader immediately disturbed the enemy's mind and mind, and Gu Jian began to look for other leaders to launch an attack, feeling deeply threatened by the enemy, the situation suddenly became chaotic, and panic spread to hundreds of people like a plague. In fighting, whoever loses the will to die first will die quickly.