Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

organization!

There is a price to be paid for being unrestrained. Those martial arts seniors who hide in the mountains live the poorest life. Their names are not familiar to the world, but they are the real heroes in their souls.

call……

Gently shaking his head, a trace of regret flashed in Ning Rong's eyes, he just wanted to keep a back hand, but he didn't know when he got into trouble with such an organization.

"regret?"

Han Long narrowed his eyes and stared, a little confused about the geek in front of him, couldn't his presence make the other party fear death?Do you still feel sorry for yourself?

Moreover!What is there to regret about yourself?With a movement of Han Long's footsteps, the long sword in his hand was slowly unsheathed, and the icy edge instantly froze the entire tent.

Pfft!

The tired Ning Rong let out a chuckle, as if thinking of something funny.

"You two go out, no one is allowed to enter without my order!"

Ning Rong said to Wang Ying and Chen Si without looking back.

"This..." The two looked at each other hesitantly, but they were a little worried.

"Go! Hero Han won't hurt me!"

The two of them didn't know where Ning Rong's self-confidence came from, but seeing Ning Rong's confident appearance, they firmly remembered Han Long's appearance, and they retreated.

……

"Are you... not afraid of death?" Han Long pondered for a moment, then stared.

"Afraid!" Ning Rong stretched out his hand to warm the stove, and replied firmly.

"Those who are not afraid of death are fools! The most precious thing in a person is life, without life, there is no way to talk about anything!" Ning Rong paused and added another sentence.

"Then you...you are going to tie your neck!" Han Long said.

"no!"

Ning Rong shook his head and said instead, "Because I don't deserve to die!"

The words were full of power, and Han Long was stunned by the strong self-confidence.

"Hmph! Whether it's right or not, the sword in the hand of a certain family has the final say!" Han Long came back to his senses and said with a cold look on his face.

"certainly……"

Ning Rong stood up suddenly while speaking, cast a glance at Han Long, and walked slowly towards the handsome seat.

"If it was before, you would have the final say on my life, but now..."

Stretching out his hand to support the table, Ning Rong rolled his eyes at Han Long playfully.

"you……"

With a thud, thinking of Tianhe's failure every time, seeing Ning Rong's strange expression, Han Long was taken aback.

"Could it be that you asked them to notify the army?" asked doubtfully.

"They are not your opponents, Han Long. Speaking of which... who is the peak of your Nine Heavens Spy?

Don't tell me it's Chen Gong!It's strange to say, why do you people always help Chen Gong to deal with me?

Could it be that if you kill me, this Dongmin City will not be breached? "

Ning Rong stared at Han Long in bewilderment, his eyes full of inquiry.

"Hmph! It's best if you understand! Those trash can't block your way to the underworld! Take your doubts and go on the road!"

With the long sword out of its sheath, Han Mang came straight to Ning Rong with a biting murderous intent.

"You youngsters, don't be crazy, a certain Changshan Zhao Zilong is here!"

Zhao Yun let out a sharp roar, and the spear in his hand turned into a flood dragon, tearing open the big account of the Chinese army and heading straight towards Han Long.

fast!

Hurry up!

The gentian silver gun breathed out the cold wind, carrying Zhao Yun's killing intent like a bamboo shoot.

however……

Zhao Yun originally wanted to roar to disturb Han Long's long sword, to give himself a little time.

but……

As soon as Han Long moved his feet, loud shouts and cold killing sounds suddenly sounded behind him. If it was an ordinary person, he would turn around to check at this moment and take precautions.

However, Han Long was not an ordinary person, he suddenly quickened his pace, and at the moment Ning Rong was dumbfounded, the long sword pierced into his chest with a puff.

"puff!"

The sound of sharp swords piercing flesh made Ning Rong's heart feel cold for a moment, and then a sharp pain spread all over his body.

Oops!

Looking down at the Tiantong sword in disbelief, Ning Rong grinned bitterly.

Ok?

Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Long looked at Ning Rong's expression and felt a sudden movement in his heart.

how?

But...he had no time to think, Zhao Yun had already entered the account with a gentian silver gun.

"Little brother..."

Looking at the fatal blow on Ning Rong's chest, Zhao Yun's eyes were wide open, his eyes were red, and his heart was in pain like a knife, as if he had lost a loved one.

"Die!"

The next moment, full of anger was vented on Han Long's body, and the gentian silver gun smashed towards the opponent with mighty majesty. This was Zhao Yun's angry blow.

Bang!

Han Long's complexion changed. After feeling the strong threat, he didn't bother to fight. He drew out the Tiantong sword, turned around and walked away, soaring into the air to avoid Zhao Yun's stunning shot.