The zombie slapped out with a palm!

Chen Long held back the pain and raised his left hand. With a loud bang, Chen Long flew out in a slant.

He took advantage of this force to accelerate the distance between himself and Song Hongyan.

One knife in hand.

The sword light flows with Song Hongyan's cold pretty face.

"when!"

At this moment, only when he heard his steps suddenly, Ye Fan rushed over, and with a loud shout, the Yuyan Sword slashed out like a rainbow.

Chen Long ignored Ye Fan's killing.

He knew that he was not Ye Fan's opponent, and he knew that he could not stop Ye Fan, so he simply killed Song Hongyan with all his might.

No matter what, he will kill Song Hongyan.

He had already guessed the identity of this woman, so he knew that if he didn't kill him, his future plans would have great variables.

He was fearless and the cold behind him, and a poisonous snake spitted a letter and stabbed Song Hongyan.

The gunman also shot two bullets in the dark, slowing down Ye Fan's pursuit of Chen Long.

Song Hongyan looked at Chen Long coldly and pressed her fingers on the ring.

"Swoosh--"

At a critical moment, the broken sword face was standing in front of Song Hongyan without expression.

"flutter!"

With a muffled sound, the dagger pierced the broken sword's clothes, pierced his skin, and burst into blood.

Chen Long looked surprised and was puzzled that he could easily succeed. After all, the remnant sword could even block the bullets of his old friend.

Victory came too simple and too easy, which made his gestures slightly stutter.

"flutter!"

At this moment, Canjian held the blade with his left hand, and the broken sword in his hand also spitted a poisonous snake and stabbed Chen Long's chest.

Suddenly, all movements paused, and even the wind seemed to die.

In the blink of an eye, the battle was over.

Many people's faces changed, and they looked at the Canjian in disbelief.

No one expected that he would kill people so directly, so cruelly, and so eagerly.

The same sharp weapon, the same movement, the same injury, the broken sword of the broken sword penetrates faster and deeper.

The blood fell down with the wind and dissipated again as soon as it blew.

Ye Fan subconsciously shouted: "Living" -"

The broken sword stops.

Just one line away from Chen Long can die completely. Even so, he has now reached the gates of hell.

Chen Long felt cold in his chest, his whole body lost his strength, and then he shook his body and fell down.

The remnant sword drew the sword with his backhand, his body was stained with blood and had no expression, but Ye Fan felt a chill all over his body...

"See me if you have something to do!"
Chapter completed!