The exclamation of the client, the scream of the wandering girl, and the shout of the guard, together composed a messy concerto. [.\nＣＯＭ updated the chapters of the most complete and comprehensive, and the error-free content is repaired most in time. Due to caching reasons, the browser is recommended to visit.\nＣＯＭ official website]

Qingdeng walked through the smoke and dust and strided forward.

The moment Qingdeng knocked the door away just now, it had already alarmed all the guards inside and outside the Okazu site.

After a while, more than a dozen people with ferocious faces and holding martial arts equipment were like cockroaches sprayed with insecticides, rushing out from the upstairs, corners of the corridors and other places, lined up in front of Qingdeng.

All the prostitutes and the wandering girls who were in Qingdeng's eyes ran away.

With the departure of innocent people, the area between Qingdeng and Yakuza became an "vacuum zone" without people.

"Damn! Who? You're so brave! You dare to come here to make trouble!"

"Hey! Wait! He, he is Konori! That 'Niwang'!"

"Ren, King Ren?!"

...

Qing Dengye has heard similar words countless times, and his ears are almost calloused.

The calm eyes without any emotional fluctuations swept across from left to right.

The positions and distances of Yakuza and others were transformed into a series of extremely clear data in Qingdeng's mind in the blink of an eye.

At this time, a whimper that was incompatible with the atmosphere on the scene broke into Qingdeng's eardrums:

"Woo, woo woo woo woo..."

Qing Deng looked around in the sound.

It turned out to be the cry of a musician.

She was about 15 or 6 years old, holding an old but clean pipa in her arms, with a petite figure and a pretty face.

Although she had a pair of beautiful big eyes, Tong Renzhong did not reflect any of her expression, and her eyes were staring at the void ahead with a blank look... It seemed that she was a blind man.

Perhaps she was so scared that her legs were weak. She collapsed on the floor between Qingdeng and Yakuza, her delicate body trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Qingdeng pondered for a moment and said softly:

"Mom needs to be afraid, it will be fine in a while."

He paused and then added:

"If you feel scared, just play the piano and sing a song you are good at. In this way, you won't feel scared."

The musician was stunned when he heard this.

This book was just a casual mention of Qingdeng, but this musician was also very enthusiastic.

She nodded slightly, then really held the pipa in her arms and cleared her throat.

The simple white fingers brushed across the strings of the piano, and the sound of the birds and birds circled out.

Because her mood was still very uneasy, her piano sound was a little confused.

However, perhaps it is due to professional habits, or it may be because of the sincere love of music, and the musicians' attention is quickly concentrated.

The originally tight facial lines gradually relaxed, and the sound of the piano became more natural and beautiful.

"After fifteenth, the soldiers from the Yulin were filled, the eighteenth, and then the emperor sang to go out to the frontier. The emperor gave me a place of burying bones, and the emperor sent me to the city of dying. Thirty, the golden seals on my waist were yellow, and the brocade robe shone on my side."

The wonderful singing kept pouring out from the small and cute red lips of the musicians, walking steadily with the tune.

Qingdeng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled knowingly.

The musician sang a Chinese poem written by a certain Edo literati.

Qingdeng, who likes reading and often uses reading to pass the time on weekdays, happened to have read this poem, and he likes this poem quite well.

So, Qingdeng hummed the tune in a daze while cooperating with the musicians, while slowly moving forward, his pace just as he stepped on the beat of the lyrics.

Yakuza and the others were stunned.

Humming a song on the tense battlefield... Such a scene has never been heard of!

Some of the more impatient Yakuza shouted:

"Damn it! Fight if you want to fight! Fight if you want to fight! Don't mess with these fancy things..."

Just as the scolding was about to fall, a slender black shadow flying at high speed passed through the gap between Yakuza and his body, cutting the view of everyone horizontally.

Puff!

The Yakuzas heard the sound of sharp blades coming from behind them.

They turned their heads blankly and looked back.

I saw a knife inserted into the forehead of a companion standing at the last of them.

The man looked shocked, and his mind was still at the moment when Echizen Zuo Chang Lu Jun flew straight towards him - and forever.

Before he could fall or others react, a big bird-like black shadow passed by everyone's eyes.

At a nearly flash speed, Aoden "jumped" to the "brained" Yakuza, and Echizen, who was both heavy and heavy, returned to his palm.

Puchi!

Qingdeng pulled out the knife, and the "brain hole" as thick as his fingers suddenly turned into a "fountain mouth", and a mixture of blood and brain matter sprayed all over the ground.

"Remember when I came out of Xiaoguan Road, Jin Tianqiu Falcon attacked cold grass. The eight snakes and spears and six jun bows, and millions of soldiers on the border were as clean as swept. I took one camp in the morning and one tide in the evening, and the flags and drums were so serious that they were solemn and solemn."

The musical musicians still sing.

"Damn it, bastard!"

A short gun-playing Yakuza attacked.

Qingdeng gently twisted his body to the right and avoided the opponent's stabbing.

The next breath, he opened his ape's arm and grabbed the gun.

The gunman wanted to take back the gun, but was shocked to find that his gun seemed to be pinched by an iron plier. Even though he had already tried to get enough, the gun rod controlled by Qingdeng still remained motionless.

How can "skillful hand + 2" be so easy to fight?

Qing Deng suddenly used a ruthless force and snatched the short gun from the gunman's palm.

The thick and hard gun rod slid out of the gunman's palm like a python that had come out of the hole.

The gunman felt the pain in his palms immediately. He looked down and saw that the skin in his palms had been torn off, revealing red muscles, and blood was gushing out.

The short gun that Qingdeng snatched from, the barrel of the gun is made of hardwood, so it is very thick and hard, lacks toughness, and cannot be used without good arm strength.

Qingdeng doesn't know how to use guns.

Fortunately, guns are not a weapon that pays special attention to skills.

There is a saying that is not very correct but reasonable in the martial arts world: Apart from Qimen weapons, the larger the weapon, such as guns, spears, and spears, the less advanced skills are needed, and instead pay more attention to physical functions.

If you can swing a spear several meters long and dozens of pounds as if you are flying, what skills are needed? Swinging the spear like a wheel is enough to drive unparalleled on the battlefield.

Qing Deng's performance perfectly confirms this sentence.

As he took the gun in his hand, Qingdeng took a deep breath, tightened his horse's stance, and stepped firmly to help his body, his body to help his arms, and his arms to help his wrist.

"The core of the elephant +1", "The waist of the bear +1", "The arm of the tiger +1"... all the talents are activated one by one.

The first time the short gun was thrust out, it pierced through its original owner...the body of the gunman.

Immediately afterwards, Qingdeng swept to the right, and the gunman's clothes, flesh and blood, muscles and bones were torn apart by the gun's lead like thin paper.

The gun shot out horizontally from the gunman's body hit a person next to him. The man could not dodge and was directly pulled out.

"The horses and foxes are lost in the north, and the evening is vast and cannot be obtained. The front army lost half of ice and broke, and digged all the gerbils and drank the horse's blood. The Shanyu took advantage of the situation and came back. Chen Yun's paintings were like ink. The snow on the garrison tower was high, and the soldiers followed their commands as if they were as hairs."

The human image is usually forced to Qingdeng from three sides.

Qingdeng was not used to the fighting style of "grasping a gun with one hand and holding a knife with the other", so he did not hesitate to throw away the short gun in his left hand and hold the knife with both hands again.

"Ahhh!"

Someone stepped on the floor, accompanied by a shout of squeaking the clouds, and rushed straight to Qingdeng with the person and the knife.

Qingdeng stood calmly and half a step, avoiding the other party's sudden storm.

Just as he was breathing a low voice and preparing to fight back, he suddenly saw a black shadow appearing on his right side from the corner of his eyes.

This man held his flank in his hand, and under the dim candlelight, the white blades shone with cold light.

Qingdeng jumped up lightly and easily passed the sneak attack of Weichai.

However, the moment Qingdeng's feet fell back to the ground, two more enemies came up.

The intentions of Yakuza and others are very obvious: they will launch fierce offensives continuously and not give Qingdeng a chance to breathe!

At first glance, Qingdeng has been suppressed by the opponent's sea of ​​people tactics.

"After the general shouting, the wind rose, and the strange soldiers emerged like waves. The arrows flew away in the rain, and the Shanyu suddenly fled like a bird. Since the danger was still safe, there was a god. They all said that the general was brave and kind. The ox under the tent was for the heroes, and the wine was thrown on the river to drink thousands of people."

The song is gradually reaching climax.

Accompanied by the pipa, the loud singing of the musicians was very similar to the raindrops falling on the jade plate.
To be continued...