Chapter 117 Lin Xianxian senses that Jiangcheng is in danger
The scarred man's dark eyes flashed, "You little bastard, you haven't even grown up yet, and you want to ride on my head? I can beat you half to death with one hand, believe it or not?"
After he finished speaking, Zhao Baode hadn't reacted yet, and the gun in his hand was snatched away by the other party.
He was so scared that he peed his pants, "Jiang Cheng, save me!"
He wanted to escape, but his legs were weak and the scarred man caught him easily.
Both fists hit Zhao Baode hard, making a dull sound. Zhao Baode curled up like a shrimp in pain.
Jiang Cheng frowned and punched the scarred man in the stomach swiftly. His stomach was very hard, like hitting a rock, and Jiang Cheng's palm was swollen and painful.
The scarred man reacted and approached Jiang Cheng like a giant, slashing fiercely into the air.
Jiang Cheng dodged the blows skillfully, only leaving a few scratches on his clothes.
The scarred man sneered evilly, he didn't expect that this guy would react so quickly!
The scarred man stretched out his right leg, trying to make Jiang Cheng kneel down, but Jiang Cheng could not be restrained by him even if he used all his strength. The veins on his forehead bulged, his face turned red, and his knees stood straight.
The scarred man didn't believe that he would not admit defeat, and he yelled wildly in front of Jiang Cheng, cutting Jiang Cheng's skin several times, and bright red blood rolled down.
Jiang Cheng endured the pain, and Xianxian's figure appeared in his mind again. He must return to Zhi'an County alive and let her praise him as an old lady, saying, "You are so great!"
He suddenly bent down to avoid the scarred man's sharp sword, pounced on him, fell on him in an instant, then held his head and slammed it to the ground.
Jiang Cheng was furious. The scarred man's head was riddled with bloody holes. He kept trying to poke the gun in his hand into Jiang Cheng, but because he was dizzy and dazed, he couldn't aim at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng realized the situation and hit his head even harder, but he had greatly underestimated the scarred man's lethality. With blood all over his head, he stabbed Jiang Cheng in the back with the scar in his hand.
Jiang Cheng's clothes were immediately stained red with blood. His hands softened in pain, and the scarred man escaped from his control.
The scarred man is indeed a martial artist. Such a minor injury is no big deal to him, and he can still fight and kill.
He turned around and stood behind Jiang Cheng, then clasped Jiang Cheng's neck tightly with his strong arms. Jiang Cheng felt the air become thinner, but he absolutely could not fall down like this. He used all his strength to pick up the big stone on the ground, and then smashed it hard on the scarred man's feet.
The blow was so severe that blood oozed out of the shoe surface.
The scarred man's face was distorted with pain. If he was not mistaken, several of his toes were broken.
Jiang Cheng grabbed his head and threw him over his shoulder. The scarred man felt so painful that even his bones seemed to be broken.
Jiang Cheng sat on the scarred man's stomach and punched him like a sledgehammer. Jiang Cheng snatched the gun from the scarred man's hand, but the scarred man stabbed him in the arm with his backhand.
"ah!!!"
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but scream. The previous thrust was so deep that even the skin and flesh flew out.
Zhao Baode finally regained consciousness, realized that his brother had suffered a loss, and stumbled over to help.
He picked up the bloody stone and hit the scarred man on the forehead. Blood flowed out and his eyes were blurred with blood.
He slashed at Zhao Baode repeatedly with the sword in his hand, and the last one was left with only one breath.
Jiang Cheng endured the pain in his back and arms, picked up a thick hemp rope from the pole, and quickly tied it around the scarred man's neck. He pulled hard, and the scarred man was dragged all the way, with blood oozing from his neck.
Perhaps he himself hadn't anticipated that the two men were also idiots who valued money over their lives. If he continued like this, he would be half dead. He begged, "You...you let me go, and we'll never see each other again."
Jiang Cheng didn't believe him at all. He was most likely just trying to buy time. To be on the safe side, he dragged it along all the way.
There was a thick layer of blood on the scarred man's neck, and the hemp rope had been embedded in the flesh. He untied the hemp rope, tied the scarred man's hands, and then hung him on a big tree.
After doing all this, Jiang Cheng was exhausted. He picked up the exquisite sword, wiped the blood off it, and put it in his trouser pocket.
Zhao Baode said weakly: "Brother, hurry up, I can't do it anymore!"
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