In an instant, Feng Jing's eyebrows furrowed, pounced on Lin Xiaomin, and disappeared from the dining table. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When, a bang. There was a sound of the knife making contact with the wall, and then the knife thrust into the masonry and firmly stuck into the wall. At this moment, Feng Jing appeared behind He Buqun, and his raised hand cut off his neck.

He Buqun's lips curled slightly, and with a bang, an iron rod blocked Feng Jing's hand moving forward.

Yes...... Feng Jing hurriedly withdrew his hand, jumped and shook it, rolled up his sleeves, and became red and swollen. Although his body recovered quickly, the pain was no different from ordinary people, and it was normal to be hit by a bullet in Yao Qian's house, so painful that he bit his tongue, just pretending to be cool with face.

Blocking Feng Jing's slash, He Buqun stood four or five meters away from Feng Jing, snorted lightly with an iron rod, and said, "I thought it was so powerful, but that's it!" Tell me, what about my brother? ”

"Your brother, what brother?" Feng Jing was a little confused, looked at his wrist that was beginning to recover, and said without much care.

"The one who followed He Xianyong out yesterday was the taller one."

Feng Jing's eyes rolled, remembering the two people who attacked him and Sun Wu yesterday, and said with a very careless sigh: "He's dead." ”

"Dead? Impossible, there are no corpses. He Buqun lowered his head slightly, thought for a while, raised his head, looked at Lin Xiaomin who was standing in the corner, and said with a smile, "Hurry up, maybe I can spare that little girl's life." ”

"Really?" The corners of Feng Jing's lips twitched back, and then he looked at his right hand, which had returned to its original state, shook it, turned around leisurely, and walked towards Lin Xiaomin in the corner, "Hurry up and leave, I'll leave you with a whole corpse." ”

"What, huh." He Buqun laughed, two small knives in his left hand flew towards Lin Xiaomin's head, and the iron rod in his right hand flicked back, and swept away with the knife, "You overestimate yourself too much!" ”

Feng Jing frowned, flashed in front of Lin Xiaomin, pushed her away, and the flying knife swept past him. Then he concentrated again, and there was an extra layer of air film around him, and he wanted to at least block some of the impact, but who knew that the iron rod of the crane would lightly cut through the air film and swung towards his head. Obviously, his protective film has no effect in the face of otherworldly weapons.

Feng Jing hurriedly raised his left hand to block the swinging iron rod. But who knows, with a bang, the bone of his hand broke, and the iron rod landed on the left side of his head.

Ahh Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, Lin Xiaomin, who was surprised on the side, hurriedly leaned forward, hugged his body that was about to fall to the ground, and supported him.

Lin Xiaomin's nerves are on the wrong line? Maybe yes, he was scared just now, but he was not afraid of anything at this moment, even if there was someone standing next to him who was going to kill him just now.

Feng Jing turned his head and looked at Lin Xiaomin, who was calling his name, shook his head, sobered himself up a little, raised his head slightly to look at the man holding the iron rod, bit the root of his teeth, and muttered, "You forced me." ”

"Heh, what's wrong with you?" The corners of Hebuqun's mouth twitched, the iron rod in his hand turned into a sharp blade, opened outward, and said, "Goodbye, no, gone, my Lord God." With that, the raised big knife was swung down on the heads of Feng Jing and Lin Xiaomin.

Looking at the big knife that was swinged, Lin Xiaomin was so frightened that he closed his eyes and waited for death to come. After a long time, Lin Xiaomin stretched out his hand, touched his neck, sighed, and opened his eyes, the big knife and the man were gone, and his head was still hanging around his neck. She turned her head, looked at Feng Jing who was supporting her suspiciously, and said, "Are we dead?" ”

Feng Jing glanced at her, didn't speak, sat back in the corner with a painful expression, broke his twisted left hand, bit his teeth, and then exert force, gurgling, two sounds, his wrist was connected, and he was waiting for recovery.

Disappeared out of thin air, Lin Xiaomin, a residential building in the southwest of Bangkok, saw it, and a black gas hit the Thais, and then the Thais disappeared out of thin air. Lin Xiaomin thought for a while, then understood, the corners of his lips grinned, walked over to Feng Jing, sat down beside him, and snuggled up.

Xu Wei stood not far away, a little stunned, as if he hadn't come back to his senses, shook his head, and came to the sofa next to him to sit down. But the bodyguard who went over to pull him just now was still standing motionless, his head slightly lowered, very gloomy.

"How's it going?" Lin Xiaomin leaned over and stroked his red and swollen wrist with his slender hand.

Ten meters away from Lin Xiaomin, Xu Wei's bodyguard raised his head suddenly, grinning with a treacherous expression, his hand swinged back, and two small knives shot towards Feng Jing and Lin Xiaomin.

"Not good." Feng Jing shouted, and hurriedly pushed away Lin Xiaomin in front of him, and the red and swollen hand blocked his forehead. At the same time, a stream of black air from his body rushed towards the carpet and rushed towards Xu Wei's bodyguard.

Poon, the knife was inserted into Feng Jing's wrist, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining Lin Xiaomin's blue and white dress.

Seeing the black gas rushing in, Xu Wei's bodyguard seemed to have been prepared, one by one, jumped to the window, patted the suit leisurely, and said, "It seems that my brother is really dead." ”

"Consciousness shifting?" Feng Jing put down the left hand that was blocking in front of him, reached over with his right hand, pulled out the knife, and said in his mouth.

"Hmph, you have a bit of knowledge." The bodyguard who was robbed of consciousness by the crane sneered and said.

Feng Jing once heard Master say that there is a kind of person who can instantly transfer consciousness, implant thoughts into other people's brains, and transform them into their own consciousness, just like a head swap. That is to say, before the blackness engulfed him, he realized the danger and instantly turned his consciousness to the bodyguard not far away.

There is a great defect in the instantaneous transfer of consciousness, first of all, the loss of cultivation, and secondly, the difficulty of recovering the true qi in a short period of time. Therefore, He Buqun did not choose to attack at this time, but avoided the black evil qi, so as not to be attacked again, or he would really be like his younger brother.

Feng Jing naturally knew the flaws of this technique, his eyebrows furrowed, the black qi turned around, and attacked the crane group again, he wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue and deal with this person who deprived others of consciousness as soon as possible.

The corners of the crane's mouth curled, his body hit the glass window, and he jumped down. After falling, he didn't forget to say, "I think you can save a few women." ”

Feng Jing's eyebrows furrowed, flashed in front of the window, leaned down and looked down, but the crane was gone, only to see the broken glass falling downstairs.

"Don't move, put your hands up." Two policemen rushed in with two pistols, one pointed at Xu Wei and the other at Feng Jing, and leaned towards the weak Lin Xiaomin. Obviously, Lin Xiaomin became a hostage, and the two of them were criminals.

Xu Wei raised his hands very familiarly, squatted against the wall as the police said, and then tried to identify himself. But no matter what Xu Wei said, the handcuffs still handcuffed his wrists, pushed him to the corner, and talked on the walkie-talkie.

But the young policeman who pointed the gun at Feng Jing was not so lucky, and his mouth roared and moved, and Feng Jing didn't even bird him, and his right hand covered his left hand that was bleeding, and he was treated with true qi.

"Don't move, I'll shoot if you move again." The young policeman put down a hand, touched his waist, took out the handcuffs, and forced Feng Jing over.

"Feng Jing." Lin Xiaomin shouted and wanted to come forward, but was dragged back by another policeman and asked him to squat on the ground with Xu Wei.

"Let her go." Feng Jing didn't get angry, and walked leisurely towards the police while treating his wrist.

The young policeman's hand was about to pull him over, when he felt a pain in his shoulder, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground.

The policeman who made Lin Xiaomin squat down was stunned for a moment, and then held the gun in both hands, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Feng Jing's chest.

Feng Jing still looked like a person who was fine, stroked the healing wound, put down his hand, and walked towards Lin Xiaomin. After the police shouted several times, it was ineffective, and the trigger was pulled, and the bullet was shot at Feng Jing's thigh.

In an instant, there was an extra layer of air film in front of Feng Jing's body, and the bullet stopped in front of the air film and floated in the air. The policeman was stunned again, and when he pulled the trigger again, the person in his eyes had disappeared, and then there was a pain in his neck, no different from that of the young policeman, who closed his eyes and collapsed.

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