For the first time in his life, Qingpi understood what fear was.

His brain was blank, his neck was stiff, his heart was twitching, and his limbs were almost unconscious.

Qingpi thinks that he is not a coward, and he has done a lot of dirty work of cutting people and picking people's tendons, but no time and no opponent can bring him such a nightmarish horror feeling.

The chick's corpse was lying there, with a bloody hole in his forehead, like a third eye, staring at him.

The vest was full of sweat, but the green skin did not dare to wipe it.

The cries of the brothers were heard in his ears, but Qingpi did not feel the slightest safety.

That light, if you face it head-on, when you see it, you're actually dead, right?

was immersed in fear, the young man suddenly roared, Qingpi subconsciously shivered, took two steps back, and his calf and stomach began to tremble after realizing it, and he almost couldn't hold the knife.

In this way, Fang Xiaowu was dumbfounded.

Ma Dan, you were fierce when you stood up to me just now, but now you are not as good as a good dog, the master is very embarrassed!

If he came up and worked hard, then there was nothing to say, Fang Xiaowu must have come first, and now this melon skin was cowardly, which made him a little hesitant.

At this moment, Mo Ziyan suddenly shouted behind her: "Kill him!"

Fang Xiaowu didn't even think about it, a shot stabbed out, and went straight to the throat!

The cold light flashed, and the second kill.

Eight or nine thugs from behind rushed over with knives, guns, and clubs, and when they arrived at the place, they watched Qingpi fall at their feet, and the most recent one was even burst into the face with blood......

It's like hitting an invisible wall, and suddenly people are on their backs.

Fang Xiaowu immediately felt that Mo Ziyan's decision was correct, and secretly rejoiced.

If it weren't for the decisive attack, they rushed over and fought in close quarters, and it would have been impossible for both of them to have an accident.

As for now...... Come to war!

Take a step forward, well, the gangsters take a step back.

Take another step forward, and hey, keep back.

Again...... No matter how lazy he was, Fang Xiaowu shot directly, and the phantom flashed, and immediately three gangsters were hit in the arm and shoulder.

"Ahh

"Damn, it hurts Lao Tzu to death, woo woo ......"

The three thugs fell to the ground almost at the same time, screaming one after another, as tragic as killing pigs.

"Damn, run!"

The rest of the thugs turned their heads and ran, and you pushed me to grab them, wishing for two more legs.

Fang Xiaowu chased after him, stabbing his ass one by one, arrogant and presumptuous.

Mi two spears, point thorns and, luck makes wishful, obedient and disobedient, cutting chrysanthemums like mowing grass, the depression in the chest turns into heartiness, and I want to shout happily!

It turns out that the real use of marksmanship, is like this!

One chased, a group fled, seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the mouth of the alley, the gangsters just felt lucky, but they were blocked by a group of people who suddenly appeared, and their eyes were immediately red.

Damn, death to those who stand in my way!

The gangster who took the lead was about to take off, and when he got closer, it turned out to be the boss Zhang Lu, and he was overjoyed.

A feeling of finally finding the backbone of the heart lingered in my heart, and sorrow came from it, and I rushed over and hugged Zhang Lu's thigh, crying: "Boss, the chick and the green skin are dead!"

"Big brother, retreat! That kid knows marksmanship, it's so fierce, the brothers can't hold it!"

"Yes, boss, that kid is not human, one shot and one bloody hole, so many brothers, only the three of us are left to escape back......"

Listening to the gossip shouting, Zhang Lu trembled violently in his heart, and he almost couldn't stand it.

He's dead?!

Both the green skin and the chick are dead?!

How the hell is this going to end?!

Before he could come up with a charter, there was a shrill "bang" sound in the alley.

The remaining thugs immediately shrank into the crowd, biting their lower lip tightly, not daring to say a word, and looking at the alley in fear, as if it was not a person who was about to appear, but a strange head.

The tense atmosphere instantly infected everyone, not only those gangsters, but also Zhang Lu and Dabin, Yang Wei and Li Qiang, who dragged two hundred and fifty or eighty thousand, were also completely frightened awake, and looked into the darkness with a dry mouth.

The sound is getting closer......

The light is getting stronger......

Finally, Fang Xiaowu appeared in front of everyone.

Dragging the spear upside down, the tip of the spear that seemed to flicker with blood glittered a little spark on the masonry floor, and the thin figure pulled out a long darkness in the dim light, slightly hunched back, and gasped madly like a god, and the whole person exuded a deadly and dangerous aura.

There is an idiom called preconceived.

First of all, knowing that Fang Xiaowu killed two people in a row, and a group of people broke up and fled wildly, everyone sketched a mad demon-like image, which happened to be the same as the current Fang Xiaowu.

However, in reality, Fang Xiaowu was just ...... I'm tired like a fool.

This night, he didn't stop, his skills didn't consume energy, he practiced the gun, and then chased a group of rabbits out of 200 meters......

To be reasonable, normal people can't stand it, right?

Dragging a gun, panting, and bending over, the style of painting is normal.

But no one thinks so.

As Fang Xiaowu got closer and closer, the gangsters subconsciously shrank back, and suddenly highlighted Zhang Lu.

At this moment, in this situation, Zhang Lu could not afford to retreat, so he had to bite the bullet, cough dryly, and take a step forward.

"Brother Xiaowu, my brother's surname is Zhang, Zhang Lu. The brothers on the road raised love and called me a big ......"

Bang!

Yes!

Poof!

In the stunned gaze of the audience, the majestic and impassioned Da Zhang Ye, who was not shocked, was shot by Fang Xiaowu at his side, screamed, and fell out sideways, hitting the wall of the alley, and slamming on the ground.

"Noise!"

Fang Xiaowu snorted lightly with disdain, put away the gun leisurely, resisted on his shoulder, raised his head and moved his neck, and let out a long sigh.

"Oh...... It's much more comfortable to go out this time...... Sure enough, the momentum is ninefold, for this release, it is worthy of the Yin and Yang Avenue, the ancient supernatural powers!"

Everyone was immediately confused.

Zhang Lu struggled to get up, his heart was shocked a lot more than that of his younger brother, he coughed twice and coughed out a mouthful of blood, his left arm and chest were numb with pain, but he didn't dare to blow up his hair because of this.

No one understood the horror of that shot better than he did.

With one hand swinging a gun, fast and shadowless, heavy as a mountain, one blow will pull his 170-pound strong man away, which is unheard of!

The strength is terrifying, who is he?

Could it be that there is really a hidden heritage in this world? Otherwise, how to explain his marksmanship beyond the limits of human beings?

Zhang Lu, who almost scared himself into peeing, barely stood up straight with the support of his younger brother, and hugged his fist nondescriptly, with a solemn expression.

"If not, even if you come again, I will bear it!"

As soon as these words came out, the gangsters were immediately moved to tears and their hearts were excited.

And Yang Wei, Li Jia, and Li Qiang were stunned, with confused faces.

Legend has it that the big Zhang Ye, who was a man of his word on Chengbei Road, was slapped in the face by a big mouth, not only did he not dare to get angry, but he confessed and begged for peace......

Thinking of their own clamor before, Yang Wei and Li Qiang glanced at each other with a tacit understanding, and at the same time shrank their necks, wiping cold sweat with palpitations.

After Li Jia saw this scene, her eyes suddenly became confused, and she unconsciously recalled the moment in the bathroom, her imagination and fantasy flew together, and her thoughts were like urine, and she instantly completed a modern poem of the pear blossom style.

If

That floating wait,

What ushers in is not nothingness,

It's a slap,

Such a domineering and wild blow,

Straight to the bottom of the core.

That's what should be,

What kind of experience?

Beauty.

Fly.