"Kill!" Jia Weilong held a plate axe and cut down three PLA soldiers with assault rifles in his hands, as a strong man of the first class of the Dou Zong, these rifles that looked powerful were not as good as tickling for his fighting shield, and the hidden gang behind him screamed and waved the machete to cut the soldiers of the security department who had fallen to the ground and had not yet lost their breath, and saw it as meat paste, Jia Weilong looked at the corpse-strewn hall excitedly, things were much easier than he thought, but they felt strange things for so long, except for these guys in gray and black uniforms, they never saw anyone else, even those beautiful welcome ladies were nowhere to be found, which came as a surprise to both him and his men. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Brothers, don't worry, I see which room those little ladies are hiding in, let's have a good time when we find it!" After speaking, he smiled obscenely, and the hidden gang beside him laughed lewdly when he thought of the beautiful and beautiful welcome ladies he usually saw through the glass, and even the movement of the trigger and machete in his hand was much faster, and just as they were in the middle of the fight, there was a deafening explosion in the elevator room that was originally empty, and then a huge iron ball sparked and fell into the ground.

"Old ...... Boss, what's that? A hidden gang member swallowed his saliva and said in surprise, "Whatever he is, kill Lao Tzu!" Kill these government lackeys!" Jia Weilong sensed it and found that these ten behemoths did not have any explosion or any kind of fighting spirit magic element reaction, so there should be nothing terrible, but a cold voice came from behind them: "What is that? That's the funeral bell of your funeral!" A young man dressed in white, holding a peachwood sword in his right hand and a jade wine gourd in his left, sat on the handrail of the safety exit and said with a smile.

"What a big breath, I don't know who the hero is?" Jia Weilong looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him with some surprise, he could clearly feel a sense of threat in him, but he was confident that he could have a draw with the other party, the white-clothed young man was holding a gourd in his hand, and was just about to take a sip of wine, when he suddenly thought of something and put it down, "The doctor seems to say that I won't be allowed to drink......" After speaking, he stood up and pointed his sword at Jia Weilong's nose and said coldly: "Don't give me nonsense, give me your head." ”

"Click-what a big breath, let Lao Tzu see what you can do!" Jia Weilong snorted violently, waved the plate axe in his hand and looked at the young man's head, but the young man smiled slightly, and his figure was stunned, and when the plate axe was cut down, it unexpectedly passed through his body. "Afterimage!" Jia Weilong was shocked, turned around and saw that the young man was sitting on the body of more than a dozen hidden gangsters and said: "What? Do you really have any ability, don't faint and let the horse come over!" Jia Weilong's face turned cold, and he threw the plate axe in his hand into the air, and the originally heavy plate axe suddenly seemed to have spirituality and wandered around him in the air, and the young man showed an interested gaze, "I didn't expect to go, you guy really has some ability, and he even has a Xuan-level aura, not bad, so good that let me see how you can use it." ”

"Don't talk nonsense! Pick up!" Jia Weilong clenched his fists with both hands, and slammed forward, a strong fighting spirit burst out, like a tiger dragon descending the mountain, the two plate axes also followed closely behind, a punch, and the two axes complemented each other, and there was a shape of a fierce beast biting, but the young man was not in a hurry, and put the peachwood sword in his hand back and said with a smile: "What kind of big dragon should I be, it turns out to be just a little cat, come and let me touch it well, uncle." As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand forward and directly caught Jia Weilong's blow, and then his other hand immediately followed, as if rubbing a leather ball, caressing the originally sharp blow. "Give it back to you. The young man seemed to be tired of playing, and pushed the big ball in his hand towards Jia Weilong, only to see Jia Weilong sneer, laughed, the young man was careless, and then roared and exploded, and then the originally stable big ball exploded like a lit explosive barrel.

"Twin Spirit Broken Mountain Axe!" Jia Weilong jumped and took the double axe that rushed out of the smoke screen, swinging the axe and shouting, only to hear a loud bang, the whole floor was smashed out of a large pit with a diameter of five meters with a manic blow, Jia Weilong was naturally not prepared to give this strange young man a breather, almost only to see him swing the plate axe down, stuck on the ground and imprisoned the young man's arms, his hands were naturally not idle, only to hear him shout violently, the four palms of the green dragon smashed viciously on the young man's body.

"Have you had enough?" When he slapped his palm, he heard a lazy voice coming from the pile of rubble, only to see the young man patting his clothes and saying a little angrily: "My god is dirty again, the doctor seems to say that he can't take a bath." After speaking, he glared at Jia Weilong viciously and said, "Boy, you are dead!" After speaking, only one afterimage was left in the same place, Jia Weilong felt bad, turned around and wanted to escape, but as soon as he turned around, he collided with the young man.

"Two broken axes can also be called twin spirits, it's just scrap iron!" The young man grabbed the plate axe behind Jia Weilong's back, and then kicked him behind his back, and then twisted this Xuan-level aura into a strange shape with both palms, and then it was still on the ground, and then the next step was in front of Jia Weilong, and whispered into his ear: "Let me tell you what strength is." Jia Weilong's face suddenly changed, his hands pounced forward, but he grabbed the air, and when he was about to turn around, a big hand passed through his body as easily as if it was passing through tofu, and the owner of this hand was the young man.

"Click!" Jia Weilong coughed up a mouthful of blood, and looked at the hands on his abdomen in pain, and was about to pull out the dagger on his waist and stab him, but the dagger that was still quietly staying in the holster on his leg appeared on his neck in the next second, only to hear the voice of the young man, which was no less than a hell demon in Jia Weilong's ears, sounded again: "I didn't expect you to hide a lot of things on your body, so use it to understand you." After saying that, he cut his throat mercilessly, and the blood flowed from the ruptured artery and blood as his heart beat like a broken water pipe, which was really terrible to watch.

Jia Weilong desperately covered his neck and squeezed out the fighting energy on his body, trying to block the constantly leaking air and spurting blood, "Don't try, since I have made a move, do you still want to live?" After speaking, he stepped on it, and Jia Weilong, who was still struggling in pain, was lifeless.

"Hey, hey, who did you say that last?" The young man turned his head to see Chu Qing sitting on the sofa looking at him with a smile, while Bill, who was dressed in a black suit on the side, was as vigilant as if he was looking mentally ill.

"No, just talking to myself. The young man shook his head and said, "Okay, if I'm done with your work, is there anything else to do?" As he spoke, he wiped his bloodied hands from a corpse and sat down on the ground.

"Of course. ”

Waiting for the young man to walk away, Bill whispered: "Who is this guy? If you want to say that even if Kangda and Kira join forces, they are not his opponents, looking at the sword but the style and moves are not the disciples of the Taoist Sect, how can it be......" Bill rubbed his chin, as if he couldn't think of such a powerful character.

"You may not know, to be honest, I didn't know about him because of that group of bullshit coalition forces, he seems to be called Xiaoyao Sword Immortal, don't worry about him when you see him in the future, call him Meng Baichen or Xiaobai, don't be quiet. Chu Qing said indifferently, he has this confidence because he trusts this Meng Baichen himself saved him, and if he finds his temperament, he will not take revenge, on the other hand......

Chu Qing stood up, patted Bill on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, my big mayor, we still have a lot to do, besides that, Jia Weilong still has a lot of remaining parties to hand over to you and Ral." With that, he gently pressed his temple with one hand, and before Lahr trotted up from the basement with a team of heavily armed SEALs and saluted the two men.

"Then the affairs in the city will be handed over to you first, I will go to the front-line command post first" After speaking, Chu Qing's figure gradually disappeared, and Lal was a little surprised and pointed to Chu Qingbier, who was disappearing, shrugged his shoulders and said: "It seems to be some projection or something, whatever he is, it's fake anyway, the real one is still ......" Before he finished speaking, a helicopter parked on the roof of the building left here with the roar of the engine and set off for the defense line of the outer city.

(Meng Baichen: By the way, doctor, can I take a shower like this?)

(Doctor: You...... You, whatever you want. ）

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