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"It's really not enough to give up on the Yellow River!!"

"Drink!!"

The thin old man screamed violently, and his right hand turned into an afterimage and smashed towards Wang Qinghe's chest.

Wang Qinghe had already cheered up his spirits, and when the old man made a move, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and blocked the thin old man's sharp punch.

"Boom!!" There was a muffled sound where the two met.

Wang Qinghe took a few steps back to defuse the blow of the thin old man, his arms were numb from the shock, and he trembled slightly.

The thin old man repelled Wang Qinghe with a punch, and instead of stepping forward immediately, he put his hands behind his back, with a look of contempt, and said coldly at Wang Qinghe.

"I'll give you another chance!"

"If you're still stubborn, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Wang Qinghe's heart was shaken, and he looked at Yang Wanling with gloomy eyes, but Yang Wanling didn't leave Jiang Feng in the slightest, Wang Qinghe said stubbornly:

"Do you really want to kill them all?"

"That's it, that's it......" The thin old man had been worn out of patience.

"You brought it on yourself!"

"Die—" As soon as the thin old man's voice fell, his body suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had already come to the top of Wang Qinghe's head, and the fist shadow in his right hand struck straight towards Wang Qinghe's chest.

The thin old man didn't spare his hand, and the blow was already twice as sharp as just now.

Wang Qinghe's eyes were sharp, his legs pierced into a horse step, and with the rapid gesture of his hands, two earthy yellow palm shadows were condensed, facing the fierce punch of the thin old man.

"Admiralty!!"

The aura exuded by this old man was at least in the middle of the innate period, and he knew that he was not the opponent of this old man, so he used his own trick at the beginning.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

A fist and a palm collided together in an instant, like a bronze old bell with a dull crashing sound.

The punch of the thin old man was taken by Wang Qinghe with all his strength, although the two were frozen together for a while, Wang Qinghe was not comfortable.

Judging from his red face and violently trembling legs, it seemed that he couldn't hold on for long.

"Drink!"

If this stalemate continues, sooner or later he will be exhausted, Wang Qinghe bit the tip of his tongue and shouted violently, his strength has been exerted to the limit, and finally shook the punch of the thin old man, and his body quickly dodged to the side.

"Boom!!"

"Click, click......"

Wang Qinghe flashed away, and the place where he was standing just now suddenly fell, and a huge pit the size of a ping-pong platform appeared, and countless cracks around the pit spread like the roots of an old tree.

Wang Qinghe stood aside, staring at the huge pit, inexplicably frightened.

But the thin old man had obviously moved his murderous intent, and he didn't give Wang Qinghe time to breathe at all, waving a huge fist shadow, and attacked Wang Qinghe again.

Wang Qinghe had already exhausted all his strength just now, and now he was still a little exhausted, and when he saw the thin old man's attack coming again, a trace of panic flashed on his face, and he used the only little strength in his body to barely block in front of him.

"Click!"

"Bang!!"

"Poof—"

The thin old man's sharp punch made Wang Qinghe's hands break one after another, and the remaining strength of this punch was unabated, and it smashed firmly on Wang Qinghe's chest.

Wang Qinghe flew upside down three meters away, spurted out a large mouthful of blood in the vacancy, and slammed it to the ground into a kneeling position, his arms were weakly erected on his sides, his face was pale and depressed, and he was quite miserable.

"Uncle Wang!!" Yang Wanling pear blossom with rain let out a sad cry, if she didn't have to take care of Jiang Feng behind her, Yang Wanling had already rushed towards Wang Qinghe at this moment.

Fortunately, Wang Qinghe used the only internal strength in his body to slightly resist the strength of that punch, otherwise he might have died on the spot.

Looking at the thin old man who was slowly approaching him with a cold face, Wang Qinghe's eyes were full of despair.

"Ahem......"

"Senpai!"

"Kill me, please let us Miss Wanling go, she is innocent!!" Wang Qinghe said with difficulty.

"Hmph, now you know to beg for mercy? But it's too late! A hint of mockery flashed in the thin old man's eyes, "There are no innocent people here!" ”

"As long as it's someone who knows this kid, I won't let anyone go!!" The thin old man said coldly.

"You—" Wang Qinghe felt a chill in his heart, he didn't expect this old man to be so ruthless, and he would actually kill all the people who knew Jiang Feng.

What kind of grudge is there between this old man and Jiang Feng?

"Let's start with you!" The thin old man said coldly.

After the old man finished speaking, he reached out his thin right hand and slowly imprinted it towards Wang Qinghe's head.

Wang Qinghe's hands had been broken, and he had no ability to resist at all, watching the palm that represented death slowly approaching, he could only wait for death, and thousands of thoughts flashed in his heart, and in the end only regret and self-blame remained, and he muttered:

"Sir! Qinghe is incompetent and has betrayed your trust...... Your great kindness will be repaid in the next life! ”

After speaking, Wang Qinghe closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

"No—"

"Uncle Wang!!" Yang Wanling propped her hands on the ground and wailed weakly.

Just when Yang Wanling thought that Wang Qinghe was dead.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and the thin old man suddenly withdrew his right hand and stared at the lazy man with an incredulous expression.

Wang Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes, and he could clearly feel the scorching heat caused by the bullets flying over his head and rubbing against the air.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Jiang Feng stared at the thin old man and said in a deep voice.

It turned out that this thin old man was the old man who sneaked into Jiangshan Lake to lure Jiang Feng out before.

Jiang Feng didn't know when he had already stood up, holding the white man's desert eagle in his hand, and he didn't look injured at all.

"Jiang Feng!" Yang Wanling covered her small mouth and her eyes widened.

Jiang Feng looked at the woman who was crying like a little flower cat, and her gloomy gaze gradually softened, "With me, no one can hurt you!" ”

"Boy, are you alright?!"

"The coma just now was all pretended?!" The thin old man said angrily.

"Hmph, I don't pretend to be unconscious, how can I bring out you, the person behind the scenes?" Jiang Feng sneered, "I let you escape last time, and this time I will leave you behind no matter what!" ”

"Jie Ji ......"

"Not necessarily!"

"You have gunshot wounds to your limbs, how much more can you do with your skills?" After a brief moment of exasperation, the emaciated old man regained his composure.

"Why don't you try it?" Jiang Feng said expressionlessly.

"Hmph, bluff!" The thin old man snorted coldly, the soles of his feet exerted force, and his body swept towards Jiang Feng suddenly.

In order to prevent Yang Wanling from being affected by the fight, Jiang Feng's figure flashed, and he met the thin old man in the air, his hands turned into a blood-colored giant claw, and he grabbed the old man's fists.

The thin old man only felt that his fists were imprisoned by a pair of hard iron claws, and he couldn't break free, and he was pulled by Jiang Feng to the center of the field.

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(End of chapter)