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Yang Zheng didn't speak, and tapped his left foot lightly on the ground. His burly body suddenly rose up, and the cold machete slashed towards Chu Tian in front of him, fiercely and ferociously.

Although Chu Tian had a calm expression and a calm demeanor, he was secretly surprised in his heart. Although he knew that Yang Zheng should have some skills, he never thought that his saber technique was so powerful. He took two steps back, twisted his body sideways, and swung Minghong's saber to meet him.

Yang Zheng glanced at Chu Tian for a few times, and said noncommittally: "Chu Tian, ​​how much did you think you weighed? It seems that I overestimated you, and I will let you die here tonight!"

Chu Tian shrugged and responded lightly: "Many people want my life, but many people die."

After Yang Zheng heard the words, he was no longer angry, instead he calmed down, his huge body suddenly changed from ascending to descending, and leaped towards Chu Tian from the sky.

Like a vulture eagle gliding down from a high place to grab the favorite food on the grassland, his eyes are full of affection, and a confident and proud smile escapes from the corner of his mouth.

"Dangdang!"

Chutian's saber slashed away Yang Zheng's machete again and again, both sides felt the turbulence of energy and blood, and the strength was a bit difficult to sustain. Yang Zheng's ear was scratched by Chutian, and Chutian also paid the price. After a shallow wound, Chu Tian once again sighed secretly at Yang Zheng's superb skills.

Seeing that Chu Tian was able to hurt himself, Yang Zheng did not get angry, but laughed out loud, and said, "Boy, it seems that you are really a master, no wonder you are so arrogant, anyway, I have been lonely in Hainan for a long time, so I will use it today." Your blood, come to worship the dead brothers of the Tang Sect, boy, look at the knife."

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Zheng rushed up obliquely, and rushed to the right side of Chutian in an instant, the machete in his hand turned into a dazzling white light, and slashed at Chutian's left neck with a sharp edge. Smiling lightly, he swung his saber to parry his attack, and took advantage of the opportunity to extend the saber to his chest in a nonchalant manner.

This move was inconspicuous, Yang Zheng didn't take it seriously, the saber slashed downwards, trying to knock Chutian's saber over, who knew, he saw a strange scene in this life, Chutian When he slashed with the machete, his palm suddenly pumped out force, and Minghong's saber shot towards Yang Zheng's chest.

The two knives arrived almost at the same time. Yang Zheng's machete happened to slash between Chutian's right hand and Minghong's sword, and it undoubtedly missed the ground. His body fell down due to excessive force. Stabbing his left shoulder, blood spattered, and the next second, Chu Tian's right hand held the saber again.

Yang Zheng is not an incompetent person, he had the most rational reaction when he was in danger, he leaned back and pulled his body away from the saber, the blood beads he brought up were strange and coquettish in the street lamps, Chu Tian did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and stood with the saber Looking at Yang Zheng with a smile, he said lightly, "You can end your loneliness tonight."

He lowered his head to examine his injury, the blood was surging, he tore off his clothes and bandaged it, and then pressed it hard a few times, the sharp pain came faintly, knowing that he had hurt his muscles and bones, he couldn't help feeling a little flustered in his heart, hearing Chutian's arrogance Then, he squeezed out a smile and replied: "Now we don't know who will win!"

After speaking, the knife slashed towards Chu Tian in three directions, full of anger.

Although Yang Zheng's saber was fierce, Chu Tian saw that he was in a state of confusion. He swung Minghong's saber to fend off his repeated attacks, and then jumped out of the machete's killing range. Swinging out sideways, the saber seems to be on the verge of firing, and the powerful aura of the saber directly forces Yang Zheng to go.

Yang Zheng's body trembled, surprise appeared on his face, he took two steps to the left, trying to divert the huge pressure generated by Chutian, Chutian waited for his passive behavior, Minghong's saber seemed to sink, suddenly Pointing upwards obliquely, the person follows the knife and walks Changhong, shooting towards Yang Zheng like a strong arrow off the string.

Whether it is speed or strength, it moved the audience.

Yang Zheng struggled to resist but felt that his strength was exhausted. At the moment when his true energy stopped, at this very moment, Chu Tian exploded like a round bow. He raised his right knee to the height of his chest, and split open with a fierce saber. The defensive machete kicked out in an extremely arrogant manner, hitting Yang Zheng's abdomen who was too late to defend.

Staggering backwards, Yang Zheng spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, but managed not to fall, but Chutian then took great pains to prepare his momentum until the end of the explosive knife, so that Yang Zheng, who swung the knife to resist, flew backwards and fell two meters away Only then did he stop retreating, two mouthfuls of thick blood gushed out of his throat again, and he couldn't hold it back no matter how suppressed it was.

Chu Tian stood in the rain with a calm expression, staring at Yang Zheng as if he was looking at someone dead.

Yang Zheng stabbed the ground with a machete, trying to support himself, but the internal injury in his abdomen and the pain in his shoulder made him kneel down. Chu Tian slowly approached him, and the Tang Sect gang was shocked when they saw this. The members of the gang rushed up to rescue him without hesitation, and just as they rushed to the distance of two meters from Chutian, the crossbow arrows shot through the air.

ah ah!There were more than a dozen screams, and more than a dozen blood splashes, mixed with the rain and flowing slowly.

Yang Zheng turned his head to look in pain. The rushing gang members were all pierced with crossbow arrows. They moved forward a few steps and then fell backwards. Blood flowed from the wound. Chu Tian sighed softly: "We had an agreement, this is In the life-and-death battle between the two, no one can take the hand, otherwise it will be shot to death."

Yang Zheng propped the knife on the ground, turned his head and shouted to the gang members: "Don't come here! I'm fine."

Under Yang Zheng's order, the gang members of the Tang Sect, who were about to move, found the comfort of self-liberation, and they were secretly relieved. If they really rushed to rescue him, it is estimated that more than half of them would be killed or injured. Tonight's attack seems really useless, so Many people were shot and killed by crossbow arrows without even touching Chutian.

Yang Zheng looked at Chu Tian and said with a generous smile, "I'm very calm, because I'm not afraid of death!"

Chu Tianping raised his sword and said meaningfully: "I am more calm, because I am not afraid of your death!"

Yang Zheng flashed his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Come on!"

Chu Tian smiled and said lightly, "Okay! I'll send you on your way!"

Before the voice could fall, Yang Zheng took this opportunity to pounce on him. This was his last counterattack. If he failed, it would mean that he was going to die. Therefore, regardless of his internal injuries, he used all his strength to roll towards Chutian with a knife. The machete is like a rotating gear, rolling out bursts of murderousness and gloom.

Chu Tian nodded approvingly. The trapped beast is still fighting and can launch a deadly attack. This guy is indeed not simple, but praise is all praise. He didn't show any mercy in his hands. He stepped on with his right foot in a half circle, and his body just rolled over Yang Zheng. In response to the attack, Minghong's saber was pulled upwards, and the blade happened to wipe his throat.

The wound wasn't very deep, but it was only an inch but enough to kill. Yang Zheng looked at Chu Tian in disbelief, his throat was so windy that he couldn't utter a word. He couldn't believe that Chu Tian really killed him, but he couldn't believe it. The fresh blood and severe pain all declared that death was coming, and the luster in his eyes gradually faded until it disappeared.

The body slumped to the ground, and the rainwater poured into the throat and gushed out again.

Yang Zheng is dead?The members of the Tang Sect gang were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other for a few moments, and finally rushed forward again with roars. The remaining blood and the killing of the main general made them very sad and indignant. Some smart gang members even raised their tables or stools, Hide your body to avoid crossbow arrow attacks.

Chu Tian ignored their existence, turned around and walked towards the tavern.

The old demon commanded the dead men to release arrows selectively, specifically to shoot and kill the unshielded enemies behind them. After a few rounds of crossbow arrows, the charging Tang Sect gang still killed or injured 50 people, and the rest became more cautious and more angry. Seeing that the shooting was almost done, Yao asked people to light up all the lights in the Wangyou Tavern.

Lights pierced the night.

Not long after, the members of the Tang Sect gang felt that something was wrong. There seemed to be the sound of orderly footsteps behind them. Some people turned their heads and looked, and there were many strong men in black clothes on both sides of the street. There were no less than two hundred of them, holding machetes and killing them. It was suppressed vigorously, and the momentum was uncontrollable.

Before he could react, the old demon showed his butcher knife and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

Following his shout, dozens of dead soldiers rushed towards the enemy fiercely, and the men in black on both sides of the street also charged at the Tang Sect gang. The Tang Sect gang never thought that the man in black was a brother of Shuaijun , Seeing that they were extremely powerful, their desire to fight suddenly dissipated, and they began to flee in all directions.

Chu Tian sat on the chair, held the empty flagon to his mouth.

A drop of wine slipped down quietly.