Chapter 212 Bloody Battle
Along hid in the shadows.
Two people sneaked into the temple.
The two people hurriedly scanned the temple courtyard, which was densely forested and full of insects.
They did not see Along behind the pillar.
The two people waved to the outside of the door when they saw no one.
The people outside the temple entered the door cautiously one by one.
Along exhaled slowly and put away his dagger.
These people were weak and limp, not like martial artists.
He could kill as many as possible to delay time and wait for rescue.
He rolled forward on the spot, crouched behind a lone man, and hit the back of the man's head with his elbow.
The man fell silently, and Along quickly caught the machete in the man's hand that was about to fall to the ground, and blocked the man's limp body with one leg.
Along gently put the man down in the corner against the wall.
Then, holding a machete, A Long imitated the gangsters' walking posture of looking around, mixed into the gangsters' team, and when the time was right, he knocked down a few more.
A Long counted silently in his heart: 4.
But he did not find the gang leader.
Liu Xihao left five or six men outside the temple. When he found that the men who entered the temple were safe and sound, he walked into the courtyard cautiously with a gun.
The men looked at Liu Xihao.
This was too smooth.
How could there be no one!
"Search!" Liu Xihao ordered.
More than a dozen people acted separately at the same time.
"Brother! There is no one in the main hall!"
"Brother, there is no one here either!"
However, no one answered in the right side hall.
Liu Xihao turned his head and looked at the right side hall.
The door of the right side hall was tightly closed, and the lights were on inside.
No one could enter the right side hall.
Liu Xihao's originally disappointed mood ignited hope.
It seems that the Cheng family is hiding in the right side hall.
He clenched the gun in his hand and suddenly shouted: "Friend hiding in the dark, you are now exposed."
"We all go out to make money, there is no need to fight to the death!"
"If you keep the green mountains, you will not worry about firewood! Get out of the way, we will not hurt you, nor will we hurt the people in the house."
"We are just a little tight on money and want to borrow money to spend!"
A few gangsters who wanted to rush into the right side hall were lying at A Long's feet.
At this moment, he just hid behind the pillar silently, listening to Liu Xihao's shouting and adjusting his breathing.
He has been exposed, and it is impossible to sneak attack.
Next, it is a hard fight.
A Long moved his cervical vertebrae and held the dagger tighter with both hands.
"Since you don't come out, we won't be polite," Liu Xihao raised his hand, "Kill in!"
Moving left and right, but no one rushed out.
The other party is hiding in the dark, whoever rushes in will die quickly.
Liu Xihao shouted angrily:
"Whoever goes in first can get an extra 100,000 yuan!"
Money makes the devil work.
Immediately, two men who were greedy for money rushed to the side hall.
Two knife lights flashed.
The weapons in the two hands fell to the ground at the same time, and then the two men screamed and covered their right hands and lay on the ground.
"9."
Along held the dagger upside down and blocked the door of the hall with his body.
The unknown will make people afraid.
As soon as Along appeared, the other gangsters saw that he was alone and his weapons were just two daggers, and their fears instantly dissipated.
"Fuck him!"
A group of people screamed and rushed over with weapons raised.
Along was a practical thug with extremely clean and neat movements.
A heavy machete chopped at his face.
Along ducked down, and the dagger in his left hand cut the opponent's wrist steadily and accurately, and the other dagger cut a cut from the lower right to the upper right diagonally-although it was not fatal, it directly disabled the opponent.
More people rushed up.
A Long stabbed with his left and right swords, and dodged the opponent's slashes, cuts, and stabs.
Others saw the opportunity, kicked open the door of the side hall, and rushed in.
"Old man!" A Long roared heartbreakingly.
He wanted to rush over, but was slashed from behind, right on the shoulder blade.
He groaned, supported himself with one hand, turned his body around, and stabbed the opponent's right lung with a knife.
The opponent instantly had pneumothorax and knelt down with his chest covered.
A Long rushed to the door of the side hall.
Only the screams of several people came from inside, followed by the sound of thumping to the ground.
A Long saw the three people who had just rushed in, with half a crossbow arrow stuck in their chests, screaming and crawling out of the house.
Old Master Cheng's gray hair stood up, like a killing god, holding a crossbow, standing in front of the unconscious Cheng Ling.
With steady and quick hands, he filled the crossbow's automatic quiver and aimed it at the door.
A-Long breathed a sigh of relief and swallowed the blood in his mouth.
His dagger had been lost, so he bent down and picked up a machete from the ground and rushed towards the crowd.
After all, he was outnumbered, and A-Long's skin was torn and blood was flying.
The cunning Liu Xihao observed for a long time before confirming that the other side could only fight two people.
And the gray-haired old man in the room was the last generation of the Cheng family's head - Old Master Cheng!
Liu Xihao saw an opportunity and shot A-Long "bang".
A-Long pulled a gangster over and blocked him in front of him.
The gangster screamed.
A-Long threw the gangster away and continued to dodge.
Liu Xihao continued to shoot at A-Long.
He didn't care about the life and death of his men.
Glory and wealth were before his eyes.
Old Master Cheng hit two more people, and the third crossbow arrow missed. The man walked towards Old Master Cheng with a sneer.
The old man was not panicked at all, and quickly loaded the crossbow arrow.
This was the last crossbow arrow.
When the man came closer, Old Master Cheng pulled the trigger of the crossbow arrow.
It hit.
The man was pierced through the shoulder blade by the powerful crossbow arrow, and he knelt on the ground and rolled in pain.
Liu Xihao, who was chasing A Long, noticed that the old man did not reload the crossbow arrow.
He guessed that the old man's crossbow arrows should have been used up.
So he gave up A Long and aimed his gun at the right side hall.
"Bang."
The crossbow arrow in Old Master Cheng's hand was smashed to pieces.
Liu Xihao walked towards Old Master Cheng with a sneer.
A Long was covered with wounds at this moment, and the whole person was like a blood gourd.
When he saw Liu Xihao walking towards the side hall, he rushed over regardless and hugged Liu Xihao's legs.
Liu Xihao kicked A Long to the ground.
A Long crawled on the ground in vain for a few times, trying to stand up in vain.
But he had no strength left.
Liu Xihao pointed the gun at A Long's head, and his finger was about to pull the trigger.
"Swoosh!"
A crossbow arrow came through the air.
The arrowhead fiercely pierced Liu Xihao's right wrist, and two-thirds of the crossbow arrow pierced Liu Xihao's wrist before it barely stopped.
The gun fell to the ground with a click.
Liu Xihao covered his wrist and screamed.
How could it be possible!
The crossbow had obviously been broken by him!
Beads of sweat rolled down Liu Xihao's forehead, and he endured the pain and looked towards the right hall.
A slender woman half-knelt on the ground in the side hall, her right arm still in a throwing posture.
And the crossbow arrow stuck in the body of the gangster lying at her feet disappeared.