Wang Xiaoshi was seriously injured, twice over-mobilized the essence of the energy, injured the internal organs and lung lobes, at this moment killing people and singing, the voice seemed hoarse and rough, this song, sung from his mouth, but it made people's blood boiling, and they couldn't help themselves.

()"Because of cowering and forbearance, people are becoming more and more arrogant, open your mouth and shout, shout, here are all soldiers in the country, robbers have always invaded, and eventually they will die, the Great Wall will never fall, and the Yellow River will be surging for thousands of miles."

Changge was generous, Changge cried, Wang Xiaoshi's left arm was stabbed, flesh and blood were flying, the long knife collided with his steel-solid arm bone, and the opponent's long knife was broken into two!

At the same time, the long knife in Wang Xiaoshi's hand swept by, and the throat of a martial artist, blood splattered, he covered his throat with one hand, stared straight ahead, and then his body fell limply and crookedly.

At this moment, what wonderful martial arts moves have lost their effect, Wang Xiaoshi can no longer use such a peerless skill as the Gang Qi Explosion Brahma Tibetan Mudra, everyone has become a beast in the jungle, only instinctive fighting, with fists, teeth, with a mallet, with any possible way of attack, sniping the enemy.

Wang Xiaoshi just killed a person, a long knife like snow, in the air, the thunder rolled, a strong martial artist, and desperately stabbed at Wang Xiaoshi, Wang Xiaoshi reluctantly gave way, sandwiched the man's long knife under his armpit, five fingers like hooks, and with a wave of the ground, the blood slaughterer suddenly broke his heavenly spirit cover, and the brain and blood splashed together.

At the same time, Wang Xiaoshi's back hurt, and he turned around in shock, but saw a little Lori woman, with long hair scattered, and a snow-white and pink face, all of which were cruel and twisted.

She has a short knife in her left hand, a long knife in her right hand, and at this moment, the short knife in her left hand has pierced Wang Xiaoshi's waist, but Wang Xiaoshi's instinctive muscles contracted, and she clamped the blade, she lunged forward, and was trying to stab the long knife deep into Wang Xiaoshi's body.

This woman is the genius of the Ikebana family, Ikebana Maruko.

Bang!

Under Wang Xiaoshi's severe pain, he grabbed the short knife with his hand, kicked out with his flying legs, and the little balls of flower arrangement were kicked by him and the whole person flew backwards, and the whole face was like a tomato hit by a hammer, the bones were shattered, the skin was open, and the blood was like a devil.

"Ahh

Hanamichi Maruko was in the air, under the severe pain, he couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, and let out a terrible scream, but before the screaming stopped, Wang Xiaoshi pulled out the short knife on his waist, and the cold light flashed, and the short knife shot into her heart, nailing her to the side wall.

In an instant, Wang Xiaoshi killed seven or eight peerless masters of Sang Country in a row, covered in blood, but he stood like a mountain, and the singing in his mouth never stopped: "Rush out of the bloody road, wave your hand, you must devote yourself to the prosperity of the country, how can you let the land be trampled on again, one by one take up the mission, the Great Wall will never fall, and the Yellow River will be surging for thousands of miles."

This momentum overlooking the world, this demon-like means, has already scared the remaining three Taoists, their hearts and galls are broken, obviously Xiaoshi's face is pale, and his body is covered with blood, it seems that another round of impact can be successfully assassinated, but the three Taoists have been frightened.

Not only did these three great masters dare not go up again, but the dense swordsmen behind Wang Xiaoshi did not dare to step forward again.

It is already commonplace for these people to fight to their deaths, but when they have looked up to the great masters and the amazing warriors who are amazed and worshipped, they have been sniped one by one by the demonic fat man in front of them with outrageous means, they have been frightened.

In front of this fat man, these guys, who usually regard themselves as vicious and vicious and beg for life, suddenly feel that the fierce methods they usually take out to boast and boast are simply children's play compared with the fat man in front of them.

Wang Xiaoshi gasped, leaned against the side of the wall of the alley, the long knife in his hand, cut all the mottled gaps, propped up on the ground, barely supported his body, showed a mouthful of white teeth, hummed a song softly, but his eyes were faintly around his enemy: "Who else will send him to death?" ”

He did not hide his injuries at all, nor did he hide his weakness, but even so, no one dared to rush forward.

All the people looked at each other, and the three Sang Guo Great Grandmasters looked at each other, and the minds of both sides suddenly turned around and left.

Bang!

A sword light flashed, and the head of a Sang Guo Daoist suddenly disappeared, and the other two Daoists were suddenly taken aback, and hurriedly took a step back, the dazzling sword light made their eyes temporarily blind, and it was easy to understand the situation in front of them, and they couldn't help but be startled.

On the other side of the alley, a thin old man, wearing an old-fashioned mille-feuille bottom, black Tang costume, like a nail, nailed to the ground, the whole person is like an iron-cast stump head, the knife in his hand does not move at all, pointing obliquely to the ground, on the blade, blood is dripping down.

Cui Fierce!

Wang Xiaoshi was an old man, and sat down on all fours: "Master Cui, how are you singing?" ”

Cui Meng quietly Xiaoshi, his eyes showed admiration: "Very good, this is the best song I have heard in the past twenty years." ”

"Haha, some people say that I, I'm a great person, I just can't sing, it is said that as soon as I sing, someone will be disgusted to death, Master Cui, you are really my bosom friend."

Wang Xiaoshi laughed loudly, and at this moment, the two Sang Guo Huajin Grandmasters suddenly roared, and the two rushed towards Wang Xiaoshi together.

These two people are in the Sang Kingdom, and they are also genius grandmasters under one person and above ten thousand people, and they are the genius disciples of the family carefully cultivated by the family, but now that they are fighting with Wang Xiaoshi, they have been completely defeated by Wang Xiaoshi's belief in martial arts, and now that the fierce has appeared, they dare not fight against it, so they naturally attack Wang Xiaoshi.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the head of a Transformation Strength Grandmaster suddenly exploded without warning, and his body rushed forward from the vultures, staggering for more than a dozen steps, and finally fell to the ground, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

As soon as he heard the gunshot, Wang Xiaoshi knew that Constance had arrived, and only this black guy had the ability to snipe a great master of transformation in high-speed movement.

Another Sang warrior, frightened, turned around, rolled over, and rolled towards the alley, where there were more than a hundred black-clothed swordsmen, as long as they blended into the crowd, no matter how powerful the sniper was, it was impossible to kill himself.

In fact, it was indeed as he expected, no matter how fast Constance's bullets were, he couldn't just snipe a Great Grandmaster of Transformation and then snipe him.

The Sang Grandmaster rolled over and rushed into the crowd, he had just stood up, suddenly, half a three-edged spear pierced his heart abruptly, his eyes widened, and a thin man in front of him, half-kneeling on the ground, gray eyes, looking up at him emotionlessly, seemed to be a corpse.

Ruan Qiu arrived.

"Bastard, he's a killer!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the hundreds of swordsmen who had been shocked suddenly realized that death was coming, and some people shouted Sisdivi, three or four people, surrounding Ruan Qiu, with the long knife in their hands, slashed at Ruan Qiu.

The three-edged military thorn in Ruan Qiu's hand, like a phantom, seemed to tremble, and then, he quietly walked out of the crowd.

Behind him, the three or four black-clothed men who attacked Ruan Qiu were all standing like wooden clay sculptures, still maintaining the posture of waving knives and slashing people.

Finally, someone was bleeding from his mouth and slowly fell down, and the four people had a chain reaction, and all of them fell to the ground with a bang, and all of them were shocked, and some people suddenly turned around and rushed out.

The enemies that appear here are not all people, they are devils, and only fools will be enemies of the devil.

These people, as soon as they rushed to the end of the alley, a tall and burly Caucasian man flashed out, and in his amber eyes, he was as calm as a passer-by in the morning.

However, on his chest, he carried a Gatling heavy machine gun with eight cluster barrels, and his body was covered with yellow bullet chains.

Mark!

Tutu, tusk!

Mark pulled the trigger expressionlessly, the muzzle of the Gatling heavy machine gun turned, and the stormy bullets began to harvest the life in the alley, and the knife hand that rushed forward head-on, like the rice that had been cut down in the autumn harvest, fell one by one, and then rushed up in rows, and then fell in rows.

From the sound of the gunshots to the last knifeman, who was broken in two by a metal storm of bullets, it didn't take more than a minute for more than a hundred knifemen to be strafed by the Gatling heavy machine gun, all of them turned into piles of flesh and blood, and their bodies fell in the alley.

Mark stepped over countless corpses, his sturdy and tall body, stood upright in front of Wang Xiaoshi, saluted a standard military salute, and said loudly in the scorching smoke: "Mark reported to the leader that the rescue was late, and I ask the leader to forgive me." ”

"Ruan Qiu's rescue is late, Ruan Qiu should die, please punish the leader."

The thin and small Ruan Qiu also saluted Wang Xiaoshi solemnly, and the scars on his Xiaoshi's body, which was as solid as a rock, trembled slightly.

Wang Xiaoshi nodded, barely stood up, and beckoned to Cui Fierce not far away: "Thank you Master for your help." ”

He didn't thank Mark and Ruan Qiu, it was because these two people were his subordinates, and Cui Ji's status was transcendent, but they were different.

Cui Meng nodded, but didn't say anything, just stood quietly in the dark.

"Master, how are you, Master?"

Dao Ling'er's crisp voice was full of nervousness and panic, and she saw that on her Nike tracksuit, blood was dripping, green silk was scattered, and a long knife in her hand was broken in half, and the blades were all mottled saw edges.

"I'm fine!"

Wang Xiaoshi's body, unconsciously, has been straight like a javelin, no matter what danger he encounters, as long as this group of life and death brothers is still around, there is no invincible enemy in this world.

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