"really?"

Xiao Chen cheered up. Is Zou Xiangming really at Kunyumen?

Although they had such speculation before, now that they heard what Zang Wenshan said, it was confirmed!

"Really...really...let me go..."

Zang Wenshan became even weaker.

"Go on and answer, who do you work for!"

Xiao Chen asked again.

"I...you let me go first, otherwise...I won't tell you until I die..."

Zang Wenshan shook his head.

Hearing Zang Wenshan's words, Xiao Chen frowned: "I told you, you are not qualified to bargain with me... Now, your life and death are not under your control! If you don't tell me, your life will be worse than death!"

"I...I...have to die anyway. If you let...let me go, I will tell you, or I will die without telling you."

Zang Wenshan chewed the roots of his teeth and persisted. He felt that this was his chance to delay time.

Just when Xiao Chen wanted to say something else, a scream came.

Xiao Chen turned around and saw the one-eyed dragon lying in a pool of blood.

On his chest, Zhao Laomo's black-gold steel claw was inserted, and almost the entire steel claw was pierced.

Zhao Laomo also had a wound on his abdomen.

He got this fatal blow in exchange for injury.

"you……"

The one-eyed dragon covered his wound and stared at Old Demon Zhao with one eye. He wanted to say something, but it was difficult to say it out.

When he opened his mouth, blood spilled out.

"die!"

Zhao Laomo stepped forward slowly, took hold of the black gold steel claw, roared, and pulled it out suddenly.

puff……

From the wound, blood gushed out like a fountain.

"ah……"

The one-eyed dragon trembled and made his last sound, then fell heavily to the ground and became motionless.

Zhao Laomo also staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Two consecutive battles left him somewhat exhausted.

However, he did not relax, but held the black-gold steel claw tightly and stared at the body of the one-eyed dragon.

This old guy is not weak in strength, maybe his spirit is powerful.

If the soul is strong, it is likely that the soul will remain alive.

When Eastern warriors practice martial arts, their souls may not be as powerful as those of Western warriors, but when they reach a certain level, they are not much different.

Sure enough, a phantom appeared quickly and tried to escape.

Whoosh!

Zhao Laomo waved his hand, and the black-gold steel claw flew out, passed through the shadow, and nailed it to a big tree.

And this phantom instantly disintegrated and disappeared.

"call……"

When Zhao Laomo saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief and killed him completely!

Thinking of something, he looked at the pool of blood around him. There might be enemies there!

As long as a few decades ago, those who followed Zou Xiangming might have been his enemies!

"Ah... Xiao Chen... Master..."

Zang Wenshan screamed, why hasn't Master come to save him yet!

"No one can save you tonight, not even Zou Xiangming comes!"

Xiao Chen looked at Zang Wenshan, he was a little surprised that this guy could last until now.

However, he was not in a hurry. Since Zou Xiangming was at Kunyumen, he would definitely come over.

By then, Zang Wenshan will not be of much use.

"Where is Zou Xiangming!"

Zhao Laomo came over slowly and asked.

"He said that Zou Xiangming is at Kunyumen. You may be able to see Zou Xiangming soon."

Xiao Chen looked at Old Mo Zhao and said.

"Old Zhao, after so many years, Zou Xiangming may have changed... If you met him, would you still recognize him?"

"There is a blood feud. Even if he turns to ashes, I still know him!"

Zhao Laomo gritted his teeth and said.

"That's good."

Xiao Chen nodded, as long as Zou Xiangming showed up, Lao Zhao should be able to recognize him.

As long as he recognizes this scene tonight... Zou Xiangming will never leave alive!

Without bragging, let alone Zou Xiangming, even Zou Xiangming and Gong Yangchun would not be able to leave alive!

"He...Zou Xiangming will come to save him?"

Zhao Laomo reacted and asked excitedly.

"Yes, Lao Zhao, how can you kill Zou Xiangming in your current state?"

Xiao Chen looked at Old Mo Zhao and took out a porcelain bottle.

"Heal your injuries and regain your strength first, otherwise you will not be a match for Zou Xiangming when he comes."

"Okay... let me see if there are any enemies left first, and then kill them."

Zhao Laomo took the porcelain bottle and was about to kill someone.

"Wait a minute, Lao Zhao, don't rush to kill people yet, maybe they are still useful."

Xiao Chen stopped Mr. Zhao.

"One by one, they are either dead or seriously injured. As long as Zou Xiangming is dealt with, you can kill them as you like..."

"That's right, Xiao Zhao, if you want to take revenge with your own hands, the first priority is to restore yourself to your peak state."

Xiao Yi also said.

"They can't run away."

"good."

Hearing what the two said, Zhao Laomo nodded, no longer anxious to kill, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to heal his wounds and adjust his breath.

"Ah... Xiao Chen... save... save... me..."

Suddenly, Zang Wenshan, who was curled up on the ground and still trying to hold on while waiting for reinforcements, began to tremble and veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Um?"

When Xiao Chen saw this, he couldn't help but be shocked, what is going on?

He leaned over and clasped Zang Wenshan's wrist. At the same time, he flicked the silver needle in his left hand and inserted it into the big hole.
Chapter completed!