Genius commoner

Chapter 350

When Song Gandang screamed and fell out of the coffin and fell to the ground with dozens of iron sands dripping on his back, he slid on the floor to escape the bombardment of the coffin board, kicked a heavy coffin, and the coffin slammed into the ground with a bang. The door, bang bang bang!Three more gunshots sounded, and the coffin became shattered on the way, and fell to the door of the house with a clatter.

Although the blasted coffin did not hit Longjian and the others, and was blasted into pieces by the iron sand and fell to the ground, the splash of sawdust still made the three gunmen squint their eyes and subconsciously took a step back. This was the gap, and the coffin board stabbed at the wooden board and turned over. Then he swung his hands forward violently, and four small knives flew out, directly grabbing the throats of the four people.

There were several sharp explosions, and the three gunmen had no time to dodge. They watched helplessly as the knife sank into their throats, spattered a stream of blood, and then swayed and fell to the ground. A pile of gravel came out, obscuring everyone's vision, and a small knife was cut in two by a dragon sword.

Long Jian didn't expect the coffin board to be so domineering, so he took a step back and shouted: "Be careful!"

When more than a dozen people retreated to avoid danger and dust, and the three went to pick up shotguns on the ground, the coffin board kicked out two more coffins to block the door, and then ran towards Song Gandang enduring his injuries. Soon, he saw Song Gandang, who was lying on the ground and groaning, his back was torn, his clothes were torn, his flesh was bloody, at least [-] pieces of iron sand, only half his life was left.

The coffin board looked ugly, and pulled a black cloth curtain directly, wrapped Song Gandang like a mummy, and then threw it on his back and tied it up. He didn't know how many enemies came, but he only knew that he had to take Song Gandang out to kill, otherwise he would be killed. He would be chopped into meat paste by Longjian and the others. He owed too much blood debt to Qinglong Qinglong, and there was no room for reconciliation between the two parties.

He also rubbed his waist and took out the four pieces of iron sand directly. Although he dodged fast enough just now, his waist was still injured.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, ignoring the pain in his waist.

Almost as soon as Song Gandang was carried on his back, the ears of the coffin panel clicked again, and he knew it was the reloading of a shotgun. He kicked the coffin behind him, and when the coffin flew towards the door, he also took Song Gandang with him. He rushed to the front yard, and just as he dodged into the corner of the corridor, another gunshot sounded, the coffin fell to the ground, and iron sand filled the room.

It rustled like it was raining.

On the way of running, the coffin board also kicked the kitchen at the junction of the front yard and the back yard, abruptly breaking the gas pipe, and a large jet of gas shot out instantly, rushed towards the front yard and the back yard, and brought people to The dragon sword at the corner held down the subordinate who was about to shoot at the back of the coffin board: "Don't be happy, or we will be buried with you."

With a wave of her thick fingers, someone tried to block the gas, and then shouted to the people around her: "Inform the brothers in front, and guard the front door!"

"The rest, let me chase them down."

Long Jian's expression was fierce: "We must kill him tonight."

More than ten people echoed in unison: "Yes!"

The coffin board has no extra way to go, and the backyard is blocked by Longjian and the three guns, so he can only approach the front yard. Although he knows that there is danger ahead, he must try anyway. If there is no such burden as Song Gandang, He is [-]% sure of killing it, but now that he is carrying someone on his back, the coffin board can only do his best and obey the destiny.

As soon as the right foot of the coffin board stepped on the grass in the front yard, two disciples of Qinglong and Qinglong appeared and jumped on it. The two machetes stabbed the coffin board to the left and right, with a murderous look, and the coffin board moved half a step back to avoid the sharp edge. A dazzling knife light blatantly shot out from the flute in his hand, like a startling rainbow, and hit the blades of the two with precision.

The machete and the flute intersected, but there was no sound, as if three weapons were stuck together, the coffin board pressing down on the opponent's weapon followed the trend, and one palm hit the two chests like a shooting star, with great force. , Their bones even crackled, and blood flowed out of their seven orifices like a stream.

The two enemies showed unbelievable expressions and let out earth-shattering roars. Afterwards, they circled and fell to the ground.

In this gap, two more enemies stood beside the coffin board, and the machete passed over silently, gliding like two white snakes.

With a flash of the coffin board, his figure was as illusory as a shadow, and the two stabs were hollowed out, followed by a huge pain in the throat.

There was a blood hole in their throats, and their vitality gradually extinguished. They wanted to shout, but what they made was a weird hissing sound. They felt that all their strength was going away from them, and then they fell to the ground like iron towers, with machetes in their hands. He also fell, and kicked the coffin board with his right foot, and the two of them flew out, knocking over the three companions who came rushing over.

The faces of Qinglong's disciples changed drastically, and they surrounded them with a roar. They all rolled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and their strong bodies were bloody.

Long Jian, who showed up with someone, saw the mess all over the place, and immediately yelled: "Kill him."

The four jumped out.

On the right side of the coffin board, he stepped forward to meet him, and the tip of the knife bloomed wantonly in the light.

The murderous aura instantly permeated and rose.

Four sharp machetes fell at the same time!

The coffin board swung out the flute with a roar, only to hear a chaotic sound, all four machetes were cut off by him, and the flying blades sank into the dense crowd, and three screams rang out.

The two enemies who swung their knives and rushed to the coffin board, their eyes widened only to realize that the knives flew and the tiger's mouth was split.

The expressionless coffin board swiped back, and the throats of the two were bloody. The coffin board stepped on a body, and the whole person flew up, and the flute in his hand thundered out.

The two enemies who charged flew out with broken tendons and bones, and blood flew out of the air.

A gun-wielding enemy tried to pull the trigger on the coffin board while his companion fell to the ground, but saw that the knife disappeared in a flash, and the knife pierced his throat.

He fell to the ground with a bang, and fired a shot at the sky from the muzzle of the gun in his hand. Countless iron sands were in the sky, and then they fell to the ground one after another, and they were very hot when they fell.

Song Gan uttered a scream in consciousness, and then turned into a half-dead muffled groan.

The coffin board didn't care about his condition, just took advantage of this gap to point on his body, leaped high and counterattacked the enemy, his figure was like a shooting star across the sky!
Faster people, faster knives!

When the three disciples of Qinglong and Qinglong guarding the front door marveled at the toughness of the coffin board, the coffin board had already charged in front of them, and with a flick of the knife point, lightning flashed across from left to right.

The blade was dazzling, blood was flakes, and the three enemies fell to the ground clutching their throats, with disbelief in their eyes.

Blood spilled on the ground, bright red and dazzling.

Even though he fell into a trap, the coffin board was still a coffin board, and the fierceness of the coffin board could not dissipate no matter how many enemies there were.

"The tent!"

Two guns stretched forward and blasted at the coffin board. The coffin board rolled out immediately and shot two small knives. The iron sand poured down like raindrops, making the floor and the corpse unrecognizable. The corner of the coffin board's mouth moved. After a while, a few more iron sands were hit on the thigh. Fortunately, the two who shot were shot in the throat by the knife and fell to the ground screaming.

As Long Jian tilted his head slightly, another three men in thick clothes rushed over, and the coffin board that turned over suddenly let out a piercing shout, causing the enemy to be slightly stunned, and also made his body stagnate, at this moment , the coffin board's flute pierced the opponent's chest, but this time, it was not as powerful as imagined.

The flute stopped quietly when it was wearing torn clothes, no doubt wearing armor.

The face of the enemy facing the battle changed first, and then he swung a machete and slashed at the head of the coffin board.

At the juncture of life and death, a knife was thrown from the coffin board, and the tip of the knife flashed past the latter's throat. The enemy grunted and twitched on the ground like a soft-skinned snake.

At this moment, two knives struck the coffin's arm, blood spurted out, and then turned around and reached his abdomen.

The body of the coffin board twisted and clamped the two machetes, snapped and snapped, and then kicked the broken knives out.

The two fell out with a muffled grunt, and the coffin board was dripping with blood. He turned over on the spot and grabbed a shotgun that had fallen to the ground.

Long Jian shouted: "Be careful."

"Taponpapa!"

The coffin board fired the remaining bullets mercilessly, and the five enemies in front of them screamed and fell to the ground with countless iron sand on their bodies.

The dozen or so enemies blocking in front suddenly dispersed, and the coffin board took the opportunity to kill towards the door with guns.

Rushing to the door, he pulled the trigger, and there was a loud noise, the door became dilapidated, and the coffin board pulled the trigger again, but this time no bullets blasted out, obviously exhausted.

The coffin board smashed the gun backwards, hitting one person's head, and the flute swung forward, breaking the wooden door.

In the next second, the coffin board rushed out of the door. Although he knew that there were probably traps outside, he still had no choice but to go this way.

Just as he jumped out of the door, the three knives slashed at the coffin board from the outside. The coffin board waved the flute, blocked the opponent's three knives, swung his left hand, and the small knife flew.

One dead and two wounded.

It's just that a person who flashed out from the side stabbed him in the waist again, dripping with blood.

Seeing that the coffin board was at the end of its strength, Long Jian became more calm, and slightly tilted his head to signal his subordinates to chase him down.

Just when Long Jian led people out of the door and fanned the coffin board again, a group of people in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared on the way, and Zhao Taiyi led 15 people to show up. He looked at the coffin board, Looking at Longjian again, with a blank expression on his face, he raised his right hand, and something flew out and fell into Longjian's hand. Longjian took it and looked at it, slightly stunned.

She waved her hand to stop her companions from attacking them on the coffin boards.

Zhao Taiyi took a step forward, and said lightly to the coffin board: "Coffin board, give Song Shao to me."

The coffin board obviously knew Zhao Taiyi, and his tense expression became more relaxed. He untied Song Gandang, handed it to the people of the Wulianhui, and said, "I didn't betray the Wulianhui."

"I can tell."

Zhao Taiyi responded calmly: "It's just that people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves."

Without any warning, he slapped his palm and pressed it on the chest of the coffin board. The latter spurted blood and flew out, falling in front of Longjian.

The coffin board didn't resist, didn't show anger, just stared at Zhao Taiyi, word by word: "Why?"

"The coffin board severely damaged the interests of Qinglong and Qinglong, which is not the original intention of the Wulian Association."

Zhao Taiyi did not respond to the coffin board, but looked at Long Jian and said: "The culprit is here, and I hope Qinglong and Qinglong will make the big things smaller."

In the despair on the coffin board, Long Jian let out a neutral laugh: "There will be three groups of tokens in the Wulian, Qinglong Qinglong will of course give face." She also pointed to Song Gandang: "We didn't know he was Song Shao, I was accidentally injured in the chase just now, please forgive me from the Wulian Association, it is also because the coffin board is too cunning, let us mistakenly identify them as a group."

"Don't worry, Qinglong Qinglong will definitely double the compensation for Song Shao's losses."

Zhao Taiyi sighed: "President Song understands the righteousness and will not pursue this matter."

"Come here, take down the coffin board and send it back to Qinglong Qinglong Main Hall."

Long Jian's voice was cold: "Three days later, Ling Chi will be executed."

More than ten people rushed forward, with swords and guns facing the coffin board.

In the distance, on the roof of a residential building, Mei Zishu looked at what happened through the probe that had been set up, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "Young Master Ye, Wulianhui and Qinglong Qinglong did not fight as we imagined, Song Gandang was injured like this If he didn’t do anything, but even injured the coffin board and handed it to Qinglong Qinglong, Zhao Taiyi seemed to know that this was a game.”

"Should we order to shoot and kill the people on both sides, so that they can kill each other in chaos?"

Ye Zixuan next to him waved his hand to stop: "Things have changed, we can no longer act according to the original plan, otherwise Mo Qixiong and the others will fold in."

"It seems that I underestimated Zhao Taiyi,,,"

Then he shook his head again: "No, I should have underestimated the white fox." He thought of the woman with excellent piano skills, and a strong fighting spirit appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"It's just that she won't know that misfortune comes with blessings."

(End of this chapter)