Wang Shenggao has a generous temperament, and when he heard Liu Yuewu say harshly, he didn't get angry, he just smiled, but didn't speak.

Polo frowned: "Yes, this time we may have been overshadowed, and I don't know what happened to the other brothers, I suspect that our communication channel has been interfered with, and they have spent so much effort not to clean up our three small roles, I'm worried about the chief instructor's side."

"Chief Instructor?"

As soon as he said this, the other two immediately came to their senses and shouted in unison.

Yelanwei is created by Wang Xiaoshi, it can be said that every brother of Yelanwei has more feelings for Wang Xiaoshi than the friendship between brothers in life and death, which is mixed with gratitude, worship and intimate brotherhood.

For every Ye Lanwei, anyone can die, but the chief instructor can't be fine!

"Let's go back to the chief instructor immediately!"

Wang Shenggao took down the swarthy ghost head knife behind his back, gritted his teeth and said: "Whoever dares to deal with the chief instructor depends on Lao Tzu's knife, and I don't agree." ”

The cold light of the blade flickered, reflecting Wang Shenggao's originally honest face extremely hideous, Polo and Liu Yuewu nodded yes, and the three of them formed a three-three covering formation and rushed towards the way they came.

In the dark and dreary night, Wang Xiaoshi stood against the wall, his eyes still didn't dare to open, he didn't even dare to wipe it, he stood empty-handed, his left hand hung weakly, two long legs, but he stopped in the depths, like nails, nailed to the ground, and the evil aura on his body gradually became heavier: "Are you from Sang Guo?" ”

Wang Xiaoshi didn't expect that these martial arts masters who sniped and killed themselves would use such despicable and shameless methods, his heart was furious, and his voice was a little more cold: "Only the warriors of the Sang Kingdom who will do anything to achieve the end will use such means, hahahaha, good, very good!" ”

He said calmly: "Lao Tzu can kill you all cleanly without eyes." ”

In the long alley, there were a total of ten martial arts masters, and each of them had a strong essence qi as if it was about to overflow, and Wang Xiaoshi's skin could even feel a burning and stinging sensation.

These people, none of them have a martial arts, and they are weaker than the Jingquan Dao who died in the hands of Wang Xiaoshi just now!

So many great masters who have turned strength or even more than Dan Jin have gathered together, and they can almost be called the power of the whole country, the power of the whole country, hundreds of years of martial arts heritage, sniping Wang Xiaoshi, this is no longer a personal grudge, but a contest of martial arts luck between the two countries in the next few decades or even hundreds of years!

In the long alley, ten masters, like sculptures, each of them were silent and extremely quiet.

Suddenly, one person in front of him, slowly stood up, saluted Wang Xiaoshi, and the narrow blade was slowly pulled out of the scabbard, the blade rubbed against the scabbard, hissing, and filled with the roughness of metal.

Brush!

The man's long knife waved, the center attacked, the long knife glowed with thousands of brilliance, and attacked Wang Xiaoshi, the heavy smell of rust filled the night sky, the blade had been burned dark red by his essence qi, and there was a thunderclap in the air, but it was the long knife that burst the air.

This knife almost shrouded Wang Xiaoshi's entire person, and once he was stabbed, the whole person was bound to be cut in half.

If he retreats, then this knife is polite through Changhong, and the knife momentum can be stored to the Great Perfection, and that kind of knife, except for brute force to crack, there is absolutely no way, Wang Xiaoshi's internal organs are seriously injured, and he is no longer willing to use Gang Qi to explode.

Wang Xiaoshi did not retreat, but took a step forward, taking advantage of the knife momentum of the swordsman, before he had yet reached the realm of Great Perfection, the palm of his right hand gently stroked his violent blade, and the whole movement was gentle and continuous, as if what he was holding was not a long knife, but a lover's small hand.

His palm seemed to be soft and weak, but strangely, the swordsman felt an extremely flexible force, coming from the blade, dense and unbroken, like a thin spider silk, restraining the indestructible blade, and the knife was actually pulled by this force, and involuntarily shifted direction.

"Duh!"

At this moment, Wang Xiaoshi suddenly shouted, and his palm emitted a raging force, fierce and fierce, and the hard and sharp steel knife in the hand of the swordsman was shattered by this indestructible force.

And the knife man's chest was hit back by the hilt of the knife, he seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, his sternum was shattered, his body staggered, and he fell backwards, and the metal handle more than two feet long pierced into his heart, and he suddenly fell to the ground, his head tilted, and he lost his breath.

Cow tongue roll grass!

This is the highest state of empty-handed into the white blade, to overcome the rigid with softness, to the virtual is real, just in one move, the knife man has been seriously injured and killed, although he has broken through the strength, but the heart is bursting, after all, he still can't die.

At this moment, the crowd was sensational, and every warrior of the Sang Kingdom looked at Wang Xiaoshi, who killed the enemy with one hand, in horror.

These people are able to cultivate martial arts to the point of turning strength or above, all of them are amazing, and their minds are as resolute as iron, even if the mountain collapses and the ground cracks, they will not blink their eyes, but at this moment, everyone's hearts trembled.

The dead guy, named Genmoto Four, is very famous in the country of Sang, known as the number one master in Hokkaido, although he was born in the Genmoto family, but I don't know why, when he was young, he went out from the Genmoto family.

He practiced penance in Hokkaido for 20 years, creating his own angry sword slashing, and the martial arts of the original family were carried forward by no one in the family, but in his hands, he practiced to the point of reaching the peak.

The Genben family also sent someone to invite him to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, but Genben Si cut off a hand of the family messengers and put them back, since then, no one dared to let Genben Si recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, he was one person and one knife, rampant in Hokkaido, this time, it was Jingquan Lao Zu who gave up his face and personally invited him, and he was proud to go to the cold country.

Who knows, such a top master, in Wang Xiaoshi's hands, didn't even finish a move, and he was defeated, and Wang Xiaoshi's eyes didn't even open their eyes from beginning to end.

Evil spirits!

In the long alley, there was silence, Wang Xiaoshi stood with his hands in his hands, tried, and opened his eyes little by little, fortunately the lime did not sprinkle into his eyes, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Up!"

In the alley, with a low order, the remaining nine masters, all turned into afterimages, and rushed towards Wang Xiaoshi, their fists and feet thundered, and their long knives were like snow.

Wang Xiaoshi looked back, the alley behind him had been tightly blocked, and the densely packed black-clothed people, more than 100 people, wielding long knives, like locusts, rushed towards Wang Xiaoshi from behind.

Wang Xiaoshi let out a long roar, his body was like a cheetah, and with the wildest and most ferocious posture, he rushed towards the nine masters head-on.

Even if he wants to die, he can't die in the hands of nameless rats, this is almost Wang Xiaoshi's subconscious choice.

The first master to rush over was Fujino Masashi of the Fujino family, this is a square-faced and big-eyed Sang country warrior, who has broken through the strength, and the essence of the essence is bursting, and a palm is swung out, and the wind and clouds are thunderous.

And followed by him was a woman in a black dress and a black dress, holding a dagger in both hands, her figure was erratic, and before Wang Xiaoshi could blink, her dagger had already smeared on Wang Xiaoshi's throat.

This person is none other than Sakurako Fujino!

These two brothers and sisters, who are the most outstanding junior masters of the Fujino family, are going all out at the moment, regardless of a single qiē.

The brave wins when they meet on the narrow road, at this critical juncture, as long as Wang Xiaoshi retreats slightly, I am afraid he will have to die here!

The people in the alley, at this moment, are no longer martial arts masters who sit in danger and talk eloquently, driven by national hatred and family feuds, all of them have become beasts, jungle beasts that eat the weak and the strong, and survive the fittest.

"Kill!"

In the memory, the bloodthirsty and violent memories returned to Wang Xiaoshi's mind, his eyes became blood-red, and his body was full of murderous energy, seeing Fujino's shadow stabbed with a dagger, grabbed Fujino Sakurako's wrist, and with a click, he forcibly tore off her arm with flesh and bones.

Fujino Sakurako screamed, and her arm, along with the long knife, fell into Wang Xiaoshi's hand, Wang Xiaoshi's horizontal knife was on her throat, smearing it fiercely, and the blood was like a waterfall flowing spring, splashing everywhere.

At the same time, Fujino Zheng's palm had already hit Wang Xiaoshi's shoulder, Wang Xiaoshi snorted, but did not retreat at all, the five fingers of the blood slaughterer hand were like hooks, and he grabbed Fujino Zheng's heavenly spirit cover, only to see red blood, white and yellowish brains, as Wang Xiaoshi's fingers pulled out, splashing and flying.

With another move, Wang Xiaoshi's shoulder blade is cracked, and Fujino is dying!

"For the sake of my emperor, for the sake of the Dasang Empire, kill!"

Someone was in the crowd, howling loudly, like thunder.

The night was miserable, Wang Xiaoshi looked into the crowd, and saw a man in his thirties, wielding a long knife, the muscles on his face twitching and writhing, like a devil.

"Haha!"

Wang Xiaoshi was in severe pain, but he laughed loudly, hooked his left foot, hooked a long and narrow knife, hooked it and flew up, he had the knife in his hand, and his face was full of heroic and uninhibited smiles: "Little devils, let the uncle sing a song and send you back to the West!" ”

As he spoke, the long knife thundered and turned into a thousand heavy blades, and a warrior who rushed to the front blocked it with all his might, but he heard a buzzing sound, his hand was broken, and the head of the warrior soared into the sky, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"After a hundred years of sleep, the people of the country have gradually woken up, open your eyes, watch carefully, which is willing to admit that the captives will admit themselves"

Wang Xiaoshi sang loudly, he never thought that he would sing one day, and he would sing so well, his generous and high-spirited singing voice fitted his current state of mind, one punch and one knife, it was even more hearty and invincible