"White Tiger, why!" Qinglong's eyes were lowered and his voice was hoarse, even at this time, he still felt that Baihu's betrayal might be due to some other reason, after all, they hadn't known each other for a day or two.

In his heart, the white tiger is silent, and may seem a little out of line, but he is an upright person, and he is always at the forefront of every battle.

Five years ago, he had just taken over as the captain of the White Tiger Special Combat Team, and in an operation, in order to rescue the deputy leader of the 'Yu', he fought against Qiaogeli Peak and fought dozens of masters of the Skull Club alone, and finally succeeded in rescuing the deputy leader of the 'Yu', and he was also seriously injured, and he was in a coma in the hospital for more than ten days, so it can be said that he crawled back from the ghost gate.

Four years ago, in order to avenge the two subordinates of the White Tiger Special Combat Team, he infiltrated the mafia's lair alone, killed nearly ten high-ranking members of the mafia, angered them, offered a reward of 100 million US dollars, and even asked the super killer who ranked second on the death list to attack him.

Two years ago, in a battle with the Western Dark Sect, in order to protect Xia Moyan, he was slapped by the opponent's master, and so far he has fallen ill......

Such deeds do not know the ordinary, such a person is definitely the kind of friend of life and death who can be entrusted with his life, if it is not for today's personal experience, but no matter what others say, he will not believe that the white tiger will betray the dragon group.

"I'm sorry, because my surname is Qin!"

At this time, the white tiger, who had not said a word, suddenly whispered, and then saw him raise the blood-red tiger sword high with both hands, and took a step forward with his right foot, and the momentum on his body continued to rise, reaching its peak, as if to cut off anything that stood in front of him.

"Bloodhell!"

The tiger spirit knife slashed down, and the green dragon who bore the brunt of it didn't think about the meaning of the white tiger's words, and suddenly felt a murderous aura that was so strong that it was difficult to describe in words rushed towards him, and the blood-red knife qi seemed to transform into thousands of troops, roaring and rushing towards the green dragon, and the whole world seemed to be left with this color.

"Yunqi Longxiang!"

The green dragon held the green dragon halberd, like an ancient god of war, a cyan dragon surrounded the halberd, as he stabbed forward, the cyan dragon circled and rushed forward, surrounded by a faint white mist, as if hidden in the clouds, the air under the strong pressure made a tearing sound like a dragon's groan.

The cyan long dragon rushed into the killing array of thousands of troops and horses, and at the beginning it was still like a bamboo, but gradually its strength was gradually consumed, and the dragon body condensed by the cyan gang qi was constantly mutilated, and it dissipated in the air when it was about to rush in front of the white tiger.

In terms of cultivation, the green dragon is actually a line higher than the white tiger, but the successive vicious battles, the injuries are too serious, and the strength of the body can not even play 6 percent, it is actually defeated in the hands of the white tiger, after being hit by the blood-red murderous aura, the body is more than a dozen wounds, blood is all over, it is already the end of the strong crossbow.

Despite this, Qinglong still stood in front of him, not taking half a step back at all,

Bai Hu looked at this man, who could be regarded as half of his teacher, with a heavy expression, mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't start for a while.

"Old fellow, die!"

And at this time, Bashir on the side finally couldn't bear it, found an opportunity, and rushed to the green dragon with his back to him.

Bashir was extremely fast, almost instantly approaching behind the green dragon, looking at the green dragon who had not yet reacted, the original somewhat vigilant heart completely let go, and the long knife slashed down, as if he had seen the scene of the Qinglong people's first division.

Qinglong had become famous decades ago, and at that time Bashir was just an unknown teenager, and the thought that this legendary figure of the dragon group was going to die at his own hands made even the cold personality of Bashir extremely excited, his blood was boiling, and his soul trembled with excitement.

And just as the knife was about to cut off the green dragon's neck, a hand suddenly stretched out, broke into Bashir's sight, and firmly grasped the long knife.

The bones of this hand are thick, and they are covered with calluses, giving people a sense of direct vision that has been through the vicissitudes of life, and the long knife cut out an inch-deep terrifying wound in the palm, almost cutting off this hand, but it did not let it shake in the slightest, and grabbed the long knife tightly, as if it was deep in a rock, no matter how hard Bashir tried, he couldn't pull it back.

Naturally grabbing this long knife was the hand of the green dragon, this legendary figure who had almost dedicated his life to the dragon group, burst out with amazing power at this time, and with a turn of his body, the green dragon halberd in his hand stabbed towards Bashir's chest with lightning speed.

Bashir didn't expect that Qinglong still had the strength to fight back, and if he couldn't dodge, he could only use his internal force frantically, and his qi came out of his body and blocked in front of him.

"Puff --!"

This green dragon halberd is a rare divine weapon in the world, extremely sharp, with a breaking effect, it actually directly pierced Bashir's body protection qi, and then pierced Bashir in half.

Bashir looked down at the green dragon halberd that had sunk into his chest in confusion, as if he didn't think that he would die first, and stretched out his left hand to cover the wound, trying to slow down the flow of life, but it didn't have any effect, and he died of anger after a while.

Qinglong pulled the Qinglong halberd back, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, the counterattack just now had exhausted the last trace of true qi in his body, and without the suppression of true qi, all the injuries he had suffered before broke out at this moment.

Qinglong's body was covered with wounds at the moment, the palm of his left hand had exposed the hand bones, several terrifying knife wounds nearly ten centimeters long on the back of his chest, and the most serious was the pierced blood hole in his lower abdomen, with excessive blood loss, Qinglong's consciousness was a little blurred, but he still stood with that unyielding spirit.

It's really old!

In the face of death, Qinglong was very calm in his heart, recalling his life, although he was tired a lot, but he was also happy, and he didn't leave any regrets.

Looking up at the white tiger not far away, there was no hatred in his heart at this moment, and he said softly: "White Tiger, turn back, don't make mistakes again and again." ”

The white tiger was silent, bowed his head slightly, and did not reply, but it could be seen from his clenched fists that his heart was not calm either.

Qinglong's eyes were lowered, as if he was taking pity on the man in front of him.

"Mo Yan, the dragon group depends on you!"

Qinglong thought in his heart, and gradually lost his breath, and stood there until he died, with a straight waist, just like the green dragon halberd beside him.

The green dragon halberd trembled slightly, letting out a low groan, as if it was also grieving the death of its master.

Yan Qingshan, the captain of the Qinglong Special Combat Team of the Huaxia Dragon Group, died at the age of 62!

"Qin Weichen!"

In the distance, Xia Moyan's angry voice was heard......

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(End of chapter)