Just as Ye Xingchen was acting, a hint of solemn flashed across Han Xiaoyu's face, which had not changed, but he turned backwards. The piece of sand he had made popped up instantly and bumped towards Ye Xingchen. Ye Xingchen had to do it.

At the same time, the woman named Dai'er suddenly rushed towards Ye Xingchen and kicked Ye Xingchen hard. Ye Xingchen had just lost his balance and had no time to dodge. He was about to kick Ye Xingchen's back, but he heard a slight gunshot. Dai'er's seductive body fell to the ground, and there was a hole the size of an index finger on his head.

"Although I really want to be merciful, I don't want to lose my best brother!" Chen Xiaolong held the exquisite little pistol in his hand, just like a cowboy in the United States, and blew gently into the muzzle. Unfortunately, no smoke appeared at the muzzle, and it looked extremely weird.

"Stop talking nonsense, Han Xiaoyu actually ran away!" Ye Xingchen turned over and had already climbed up from the ground, but there was no Han Xiaoyu's figure.

"Is there any authenticity?" Chen Xiaolong also showed a look of surprise on his face. He looked at the empty room for a while, then walked to the place where Han Xiaoyu disappeared, but saw that there was indeed a crack on the floor on the ground.

The two of them took the floor away and saw a slide, but they didn't know where they slid.

"Damn, this guy is so careful. He has built such a slide in the apartment building. What should I do now?" Chen Xiaolong looked at the slide and did not dare to continue chasing. Who knows if Han Xiaoyu would set up any mechanism here? At that time, even if he had the best skills in this slide that had just accommodated one person, it would be difficult to avoid it.

"Leave here immediately..." Ye Xingchen thought that Bai Yue Tower was not far away. Han Xiaoyu might have ambushed many subordinates around him. Now that he has escaped, he will definitely gather people to come. It is better for him to leave as soon as possible.

Chen Xiaolong thought about it slightly and understood this powerful relationship in an instant. He sighed slightly. As Ye Xingchen left the scene as fast as possible, they did not dare to be careless about people like Han Xiaoyu who were extremely witty.

Less than half a minute after the two and Wang Qiang left the community downstairs, at least hundreds of people rushed to the scene 66 times. One of the people in the lead was Han Xiaoyu. Seeing Dai'er lying in a pool of blood, Han Xiaoyu smiled faintly on his face and murmured: "What awesome Ye Xingchen, he actually found this place. It seems that there is really an insider in the Tianmen Club, and the status of this insider is very good?" After the words came, Han Xiaoyu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, ordered several people to clean up the mess, and then left the scene with a group of subordinates.

The battle between Lan Fengtang and Qinglongtang is coming to an end. The people on both sides are exhausted. Except for a few dozen people who can stand, the others are lying on the ground and moaning constantly. Some of them have their arms cut, some have their thighs cut, some have fallen to the ground due to excessive force, and some have fallen into a pool of blood and motionless. The entire entertainment city is filled with a strong smell of blood, which perfectly reflects the cruelty of the underworld. One general has achieved success and has been bleak. Among so many younger brothers, how many people can survive.

The underworld is already accompanied by killing, and the underworld is a path paved with blood.

In the hall on the second floor, Zi Feng and Lan Feng were also covered with wounds. The most eye-catching one was a deep hole in Zi Feng's lower abdomen. Although it was very thin, it was very deep and might have hurt the internal organs. This was obviously Lan Feng's masterpiece.

As for Lan Feng, except for a few deep and shallow wounds on his shoulders and arms, there were no other wounds. A confident smile appeared on his face. He believed that the final victory must belong to him.

"Zi Feng, you are no longer Zi Feng from that time. This time, you are dead. I will not give you any chance!" Lan Feng said proudly with a grim smile on his lips. The sword just now stabbed in more than ten centimeters, which definitely seriously injured Zi Feng.

"You are still as arrogant as before..." Zi Feng shook his head, covered his wound with his left hand, held the Zi Yue Knife tightly in his right hand, and looked at Lan Feng with his eyes full of sighs.

"So what about arrogance? As long as you have strong strength, so what about arrogance? You... die!" Lan Feng shouted loudly, and his figure rushed towards Zi Feng again. This time, the thin sword in his hand shook continuously, making a faint buzzing sound. The sharp sword body came out with bright sword lights, like a scorching sun, radiating a strong light, completely covering Zi Feng, without giving him any chance to retreat.

Zi Feng did not retreat, or he did not move at all, and there was no dodging. The sword wound in his lower abdomen had already hurt his internal organs, making him unable to do any more vigorous exercise. He just stood there quietly, looking at the thin sword piercing towards his heart. His heart was as quiet as a cold pool, and he could not make any ripples...

The sharp sword was getting closer and closer to Zi Feng's heart, and a smug smile appeared on Lan Feng's face. He believed that Zi Feng could not resist at this time and could not avoid it. This time, he was the final winner. This time, he was finally able to wash away the shame of the past. He had been waiting for this day for too long, so long that he would even forget himself...

The thin sword had already stabbed into Zi Feng's clothes, and was about to sink into Zi Feng's **. Zi Feng, who had not moved, suddenly flashed the Zi Yue Sword in his hand and slashed straight towards Lan Feng's neck, but his body was trying his best to tilt to the right.

Lan Feng was shocked. He had already expected that Zi Feng would probably shoot out the knife and thought about how to avoid it. But at this time, he realized that Zi Feng's degree was so fast. He only saw a purple light flashing, and then his neck felt a little painful. A strong liquid seemed to spray out from his neck. His consciousness gradually became blurred. In the blur, he saw his thin sword stabbing into Zi Feng's body smoothly.

At this moment, a smile appeared on his face again, a little lonely, a little melancholy, and a little bitter. After many years, he was defeated by his hands, but so what? This time, at least he seriously injured him?
Chapter completed!