Unfortunately, it was too late!
A sword to the throat.
Zhang Er clutched his neck. Blood spurted out from between his fingers. He had a look of disbelief.
He had never thought that Bai Jun, who had just knelt down and kowtowed to them, would actually snatch his sword and attack them.
Because he didn't expect it, he was completely unprepared. After two months of bullying ordinary people, he subconsciously treated Bai Jun as an ordinary person.
Actually, Bai Jun was a martial artist. A Qi Condensation Realm martial artist was a large level higher than him.
He had no way of escaping if he was not careful!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing its master for the second time!”
The system's voice rang out, but Chen Hao ignored it. He was just watching the show.
"Ding ~ Do you wish to bind to the third sword master, Bai Jun.”
"Bind!"
Needless to say, Chen Hao, who hadn't seen blood for a long time, was already thirsty.
He couldn't wait for Bai Jun to kill more people.
Qin Feng stood beside Zhang Er and witnessed the scene of Zhang Er being killed. For a moment, he could not accept it.
"Draw your sword, idiot!"
Brother Tiger shouted.
He was a few meters away from Zhang Er and Qin Feng, so he could not help them at the first moment.
"Qi Sword Slash!"
Bai Jun gritted his teeth and roared.
White true energy wrapped around the sword. The long sword slashed past, and Qin Feng's head flew high into the air.
"Damn it!" Brother Tiger roared as he charged forward.
He couldn't help but be angry. It didn't matter if Qin Feng was dead. It wasn't like there weren't any gangsters who died on the streets.
However, Zhang Er's death was very troublesome. After all, Zhang Dequan had specifically asked him to take care of him.
Seeing Brother Tiger rushing over aggressively, Bai Jun blocked a move slightly and directly broke through the window of the house. Brother Tiger followed closely behind.
Brother Tiger gritted his teeth and said,"Bai Jun, I'm going to tear you into pieces today!"”
"I don't want to go on the stage! You're the ones who forced me! You're the ones who forced me!" Bai Jun roared hysterically.”
His eyes were filled with despair and fear.
Bai Jun had a good background and was talented in martial arts. When his father was alive, he had high hopes for him, hoping that he could concentrate on martial arts and at least become an expert.
However, his perseverance was not good and he was afraid of hardship. After reaching the qi condensation realm and his father passed away, he completely indulged himself and gave up halfway on the path of martial arts.
Bai Jun and Brother Tiger were both mid-stage Qi Condensation Realm martial artists. The two had only exchanged a few moves before Bai Jun showed signs of defeat.
Bai Jun's martial arts had long since been abandoned beyond recognition, coupled with his addiction to gambling, long-term alcohol abuse, and malnutrition.
If Brother Tiger was a vicious wolf, Bai Jun was a sheep.
Chen Hao panicked when he saw this. He didn't want Bai Jun to lose.
Although Bai Jun wasn't anything, he didn't like martial artists like Brother Tiger.
He had already constructed a big scene in his mind. Bai Jun, who had nowhere else to go, rose up and resisted, killing Brother Tiger and the other two. Then, he was chased by the Iron Wolf Gang. Then, he relied on himself to become stronger and stronger…Finally, he destroyed the Iron Wolf Gang alone and left his own legend in Iron Stone City!
What an interesting, inspirational, and wonderful story!
As the Sword Master of Chen Hao, he deserved a wonderful life…even if it was a short one.
What should he do?
Chen Hao suddenly thought of the skill, Master Slayer Inheritance. This was the only help he could give Swordmaster now.
He could tell that Brother Tiger and Bai Jun were both using Yellow Grade martial skills. If he could impart Jin Zhengqiu's Black Grade Low-Rank martial skills to Bai Jun, with the advantage of his martial skills, Bai Jun might be able to turn the tables.
"Inherited Low Rank Black Rank martial skill, Sword Technique of Gale (Mastery)!”
"Inheritance in progress, please wait…"
At this moment, Bai Jun suddenly felt a strange information enter his mind. It seemed to be a profound martial technique called [Gale Sword Technique] that he had never seen before!
The information was very comprehensive. It seemed that as long as he completely absorbed this information, he would be able to completely master this profound and powerful martial technique.
As long as he could grasp it, he could kill Brother Tiger and escape!
Just as Bai Jun was getting excited, he felt a pain in his arm. When he came back to his senses, his right hand had already been cut off by Brother Tiger's sword.
"You dare to be distracted while fighting me? You're simply courting death!" Brother Tiger said sinisterly.”
Chen Hao fell to the ground, speechless…Bai Jun had actually gotten distracted at such a crucial moment!
Of course, he would not admit that it was caused by his inappropriate transmission of martial technique information.
All the mistakes were Bai Jun's. Chen Hao was not wrong.
Bai Jun was a piece of mud that couldn't be supported!
That's right, that's it!
Then, Chen Hao saw with his own eyes how Bai Jun, who was crying bitterly and constantly begging for mercy, was brutally tortured and killed by the enraged Brother Tiger.
"Ding! The host has successfully killed its master for the third time!”
Bai Jun could be said to have died the quickest among the sword owners of Chen Hao. He didn't even live past three minutes after picking up the sword.
Erm... he had created a record, but he didn't know if Swordmaster would be able to surpass it.
After Bai Jun's death, Brother Tiger cut his body more than ten times. Finally, he picked up Bai Jun's sword with a gloomy expression. After all, it was Zhang Er's relic.
Brother Tiger met Zhang Dequan and told him about Zhang Er's death. He also handed the sword to Zhang Dequan.
Zhang Dequan looked at the sword for a long time without saying a word. Chen Hu knelt on the ground, not daring to move.
"As a martial artist, life and death are determined by fate. It's his bad luck!”Zhang Dequan looked at Chen Hu and said slowly," However, you brought the two rookies out to carry out such a simple mission, and you actually failed to protect them. Do you accept your punishment?”
"I admit it!" Chen Hu gritted his teeth.
"You should atone for our recent battle with the Black Tiger Gang!”
"Thank you, Brother Quan!"
Iron Wolf Gang, Armory.
A member of the Iron Wolf Gang entered the armory, took out a long sword and threw it on the small table."Cripple Wen, this is the weapon Brother Quan ordered to be brought in.”
The iron door of the storeroom was pulled open with a creak. A pale young man in a simple long robe limped out.
He took a closer look at the longsword. The young man called Cripple Wen quickly took out an account book and made a record. The sword was four feet and two inches long and one and a half inches wide. There was a tiny crack on it, and there was a red blood-drop pattern. It was a top-grade ordinary weapon.
After registering, the sect member signed his name seriously.
Regardless of whether it was a sect, clan, or gang, the library, pill storage room, or weapon storage room were all important places. Ordinary people were not allowed to enter. Other than strict security, there was also a very strict system.
The Iron Wolf Gang was no exception!
Every weapon had a serial number, and they had to be strictly registered when they were sent in or taken out.
There were only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.
Cripple Wen's surname was Wen, and he was also a cripple. He had guarded the armory for five years in the Iron Wolf Gang, and his real name was almost forgotten.
He did not have any backers in the gang, much less relatives. He relied on his diligent work attitude to obtain the manager's approval.
However, because he was a cripple, most of the gang members did not look up to him.
Cripple Wen returned to the storeroom and locked the iron door. There were three weapon racks on the three walls of the storeroom. On the weapon racks were neatly arranged weapons of various types and grades.
Most of them were ordinary weapons.
He was still not qualified to come into contact with a profound level weapon.
Sitting on the chair, Cripple Wen drew his sword and examined it carefully.
The sword was of an ordinary design and was the most common one on the market. The only thing that made it stand out was the blood-drop pattern. There were still traces of red blood in the cracks. Those who had seen blood before would probably have met with an accident.
Cripple Wen didn't know who the previous owner of the longsword was, nor was he interested in knowing.
However, it was probably not from the Iron Wolf Gang. After all, this longsword had not been registered before.
He used the deerskin to gently wipe off the dust and blood stains on the sword, then dipped a cotton cloth in some sword oil and evenly smeared it on the blade.
Three minutes later, he used the cloth to wipe it back and forth for about fifteen minutes. Seeing that the shiny sword was almost shining on his face, he nodded in satisfaction and placed the longsword on the shelf specially used to store top-grade mortal weapons.
There were only five top-grade mortal weapons on the shelf: two longswords, one saber, one dagger, and one soft whip.
Recently, the Iron Wolf Gang and the Black Tiger Gang had been fighting fiercely. Most of the top-grade mortal weapons had been taken away.
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