He just thought of this, and suddenly was startled, hugged Xue Yaxuan, turned around quickly, and slapped Xue Yaxuan's eyes. He rolled away and clung to the wall. In the dark alley, two large bags of white things scattered towards Wang Xiaoshi, and in the narrow alley, smoke flew, and there were gray things everywhere, choking people who couldn't breathe. Burst lime! Wang Xiaoshi's beast-like premonition saved him again, and just as he was falling into deep thought, the ambush man suddenly raised his hand and spilled two large bags of lime. The quicklime immediately boiled when it touched the water, and the ambusher's trick was not evil, the purpose was to burn his eyes. In the heavy smoke, Wang Xiaoshi closed his eyes tightly, but his heart was inspired by this sinister ambush, which stimulated Tengteng's killing intent. Xue Yaxuan also closed her eyes smartly, but she was choked and coughed, at this moment, a hook sickle and two long knives silently attacked Wang Xiaoshi, the hook sickle stabbed him in the lower abdomen, two knives, one cut to his neck, and the other went straight to Xue Yaxuan's heart. Wang Xiaoshi shouted, grabbed the hook and sickle, and pulled it hard, and the divine power was everywhere, and the enemy hidden in the darkness stumbled out. Wang Xiaoshi kicked back with his flying legs, hitting the man's lower abdomen, the man howled miserably, his body was like a kite with a broken string, and he flew backwards, slamming the wall of the alley through a big hole, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive. The gun was long and the knife was short, Wang Xiaoshi kicked the flying hook and sickle, and the two swordsmen rushed to Wang Xiaoshi's side, Wang Xiaoshi sneered, stretched out his hand to his waist, and the black and heavy stone sword was in the night sky, suddenly buzzing, glowing with a dark cold light, unpretentious. Choke! The two long knives, like tofu milk, were cut in two by the slender stone sword, Wang Xiaoshi's long sword circled, and one of the swordsmen made a leaking sound in the car's throat, hissing, and the blood spurted out like a fountain. The other swordsman shouted, and half of his arm holding the knife was thrown high upward, and his body quickly retreated, it turned out that just now, his arm was gently and skillfully removed by the indestructible stone sword. "Hmph, can you escape?" Wang Xiaoshi snorted coldly, and the slender stone sword turned into a dark and heavy sword shadow, chased after it, grabbed the ground, penetrated through his chest, and nailed the swordsman to the wall of the alley, the man stared at the long sword on his chest with cracked eyes, and it seemed that he had not reacted, and the blood from the corner of his mouth gushed out. Xue Yaxuan closed her eyes tightly, listening to Wang Xiaoshi's fight with the enemy, and couldn't help but cling to Wang Xiaoshi's body, only by feeling his body temperature could she feel safe and warm. It's a cold night. Wang Xiaoshi had just solved the two swordsmen, and he hadn't retrieved the sword yet, when suddenly there was a crowd of people in front of him, and the black pressure rushed through a group of people, and the swords in everyone's hands were like snow, sticking to the corner of the wall, and their bodies were half-squatting, but they rushed towards Wang Xiaoshi with great express. At the same time, behind him, a team of people and horses also rushed over, long knives like forests, cold light flickering, murderous, ruthless as wolves, fierce as tigers, everyone's faces, showing irrepressible killing intent. The people on both sides, although there were a large number of people, there was no noise when they moved, and they were silent like a moving stone sculpture, and their toes fell to the ground, like cotton bales falling silently, and everyone had absolutely no noise. The air, as if at this moment, stopped flowing. Wang Xiaoshi's face was solemn, he took off his coat, strangled Xue Yaxuan's waist, tied the iceberg female president to his chest, and said lightly: "Yaxuan, close your eyes." Suddenly there were so many killers, no matter how calm and wise Xue Yaxuan was, she was already so frightened that her face turned pale, but she also knew that at this moment, she could only let Wang Xiaoshi kill him, otherwise, both of them would die here. She put her arms around Wang Xiaoshi's neck, slowly closed her eyes, and unconsciously, secretly thought in her heart: "God has mercy on me, even if I die, I will die next to the man I love the most." Thinking of this, she suddenly was not afraid, but faintly relieved. In the darkness, the swordsmen on both sides of the alley, their eyes were scorching, as if lurking in the dark jungle, and the eyes of the beasts were full of cruelty and cruelty. Wang Xiaoshi dominates the world abroad, but most of them carry out tasks with his subordinates, and most of them are mainly firefights. A stream of blood, like gasoline poured on a bonfire, burned violently, not because of fear, but because of excitement, the excitement of fighting, the excitement of killing. The enemies on both sides were two or three meters away from Wang Xiaoshi, and in the narrow space, the fanatical killing intent and palpitating momentum emanated from Wang Xiaoshi's body. The murderous aura was like a Himalayan crash and half of the sky collapsed, overwhelming everyone, and the nearest few swordsmen couldn't help but start panting. Wang Xiaoshi's slender stone sword was still nailed to the wall in the distance, looking left and right, with a toe pick, a penny lying in the corner of the wall was held in his hand, like a spear, putting on a dragon and snake dancing posture, shouting: "Come!" "Up!" In the crowd, a deep voice shouted, and the people and horses on both sides suddenly launched like the waves of the ocean, rushing towards Wang Xiaoshi. "Good time!" The penny in Wang Xiaoshi's hand, like a snake spear, swung into the wind, lightning pierced the throat of the first swordsman, and then the dragon swung its tail and swept it vigorously. The fluttering penny, under his fierce infusion, was like a mixed iron pillar, and the seven or eight swordsmen who rushed over first were swept out and smashed on the side wall, and a burst of people turned on their backs. The swordsman who rushed up from behind, the long knife in his hand, had already arrived behind Wang Xiaoshi, and the fierce knife momentum made a dull sound of breaking the sky, as if he would not cut Wang Xiaoshi in two, and he would definitely not give up. Wang Xiaoshi's legs kicked back in a row, and the two swordsmen were kicked in the chest by him before the knife reached Wang Xiaoshi, and the two of them flew out directly like kites with broken strings, knocking down two or three people behind them, and the sound of several people's bones breaking could be heard, and four or five people became rolling gourds. According to Wang Xiaoshi's experience, in the face of his unsparing killing, even the special forces of the United States have absolutely scruples, as long as they are human, they will be afraid of death, they will be afraid. Who knew that he seriously injured four or five people in an instant, and the swordsman behind him not only did not retreat, but rushed up even more frantically, with a long knife in his hand like snow, every move and every style was strictly legal, and they cooperated with each other, as if they never knew what fear was. It's terrifying! The penny in Wang Xiaoshi's hand, sometimes like a spear assassination, straight to a line, everywhere he goes, killing people is like cutting grass, sometimes like a Qi Mei stick, sweeping a large area, within a short distance, it will become an Emei thorn, dagger and other short weapons sniping. This ordinary penny for drying clothes, in his hands, has become the most terrible murderous weapon in the world. In less than three minutes after the battle, the earthy yellow penny had turned blood-red, dripping and covered with blood, and the enemy who died under Wang Xiaoshi's penny had more than ten people. The frenzied attack stopped temporarily, and all the swordsmen withdrew a zhang away, everyone's face was full of fierce and murderous intent, and their blood-red eyes stared at Wang Xiaoshi, like a hungry wolf surrounding a lion. Wang Xiaoshi's shoulder was slashed, his clothes were torn, and blood seeped out, but the lazy appearance on his face did not change in the slightest. He ignored these killers surrounding him, but groped in his pockets, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one for himself, took a puff, and didn't look at the killer who was close at hand, but patted Xue Yaxuan's back, and looked at Xue Yaxuan deeply with gentle eyes: "Are you afraid?" Xue Yaxuan opened her eyes, glanced at Wang Xiaoshi, who was covered in blood, and immediately closed her eyes again: "Don't be afraid, even if we die, we will be together." Wang Xiaoshi smiled dumbly and stroked Xue Yaxuan's hair: "Fool, how can we die?" "Up!" The low voice sounded again, the cigarette on Wang Xiaoshi's mouth was as bright as a small torch in the dark, and the penny beside him was like a dragon coming out of water, and with a bang, it stabbed deeply into the lower abdomen of a swordsman in front of him, and then picked it up. The swordsman snorted dullly, his body was provoked to fly, and his intestines and five internal organs were penetrated, but he used his last strength to throw the long knife in his hand and slash it at Wang Xiaoshi. Wang Xiaoshi's figure flashed, his legs were like windmills, and he kicked out, kicking the swordsmen behind him one after another, and there was a big chaos. The scuffle began again. This tragic scene was seen by a middle-aged man in the manager's office on the seventh floor of the supermarket building a kilometer away. At this moment, he was not as calm as he was just now. Looking at the penny in Wang Xiaoshi's hand, he was fascinated, killing people like cutting grass, he couldn't help but turn pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Lei Lao beside him was also holding the same telescope, observing the battle situation, and at this moment, his legs and feet were weak, and he was sweating profusely. The middle-aged man took out a snow-white tissue and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead: "I still underestimated the ability of the surname Wang, can this guy never die?" Lei Lao thought farther than him: "If we bury the magic knife team in Xujia Lane, then the headquarters will blame it, and neither of us will be able to escape, and when the time comes" When the middle-aged man heard this, he seemed to think of something particularly terrible, and he couldn't help but shudder, his face turned even paler, and then he shook his head and said: "No, the three blade brothers who led the magic knife team haven't made a move yet." "These three people have always been not completely sure, they will never make a move, but once they do, the enemy can only die, I guess, they must want to consume Wang Xiaoshi's strength, and then kill with one blow."

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