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"Click, click~"

There was a crisp sound at the door lock, and then the door was pushed open from the outside, and a series of figures rushed in, and at a glance, the two people standing in front of the living room window changed color and pounced.

"It's him, the man beats, and the woman takes turns."

"I've been thinking about this chick for a long time, I'm crazy about it!"

……

Multiple figures each grabbed the steel pipe machete and rushed over, so frightened that Ding Churan screamed and fell to the ground with a pop, but Zhao Xuan smiled indifferently, just stood quietly in front of Ding Churan, shook his body, and put on a strange posture.

"Huh?"

Just stood at that, and the few people who rushed over suddenly all screamed, and a trace of horror flashed in their eyes, what's the matter, this guy just moved his legs and feet, but it seemed to have disappeared suddenly.

Yes, it was obvious to the naked eye that Zhao Xuan was standing there, but their minds passed =一=本=read=novelxtxt with another strange message, as if it was just a piece of air and nothing.

The weird feeling really scared a few people.

A sneer flashed at the corner of Zhao Xuan's mouth, there were too many things he got from Blood Slaughter, because it was a fusion of memories, what Blood Slaughter had done, as long as he recalled it, it was as if he had just done it, Blood Slaughter had cultivated to the point of returning to the basics, as if the Heavenly Dao was running, Zhao Xuan felt that he had cultivated this set of martial arts to that extent.

Find the feeling in your memory, and it's easy to bring out this near-perfect starting move.

He said that it was almost perfect because it was not done by his own hands after all, but it was very similar to what he had done with his own hands, and there was still a thin film in the middle, so he was still a lot of flaws and a lot of distance from perfection.

But even if there is a distance, such a martial art is enough to kill ordinary people in seconds.

Zhao Xuan sneered, and the shocked few people in front of him also changed their faces, and they all roared and pounced, that damn feeling should not be cared for, anyway, it can be seen with the naked eye, and it is cut down.

"Whew!"

At the same time, there were two steel pipes a few steps ahead, and a machete slashed down at Zhao Xuan's shoulder and head, and the three men also had hideous and terrifying faces.

But in the face of the attack, Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows and stepped on his right foot, looking ordinary and ordinary, but he easily avoided the three murder weapons and inserted them between the three of them, and the whole process was like flowing water without a trace of abruptness, just like a person with a knife to chop the light wind, it is impossible to split it with a light wind, it will only let the wind flow down naturally.

Two fists struck with lightning, bang, bang three times, and the three men who held up the murder weapon and smashed down shook their bodies, and collapsed on the ground, all with a bleak and painful face.

Zhao Xuan took a step back again, stood firmly in front of Ding Churan, faced the next wave of rushing figures, waved his hand, as if a light breeze was blowing through the grassland, it was impossible to stop it, and the four figures who rushed over fell down miserably before they could react.

In the blink of an eye, a small half of the people who rushed up in that large wave fell, and the obvious eyes of the remaining group of people who rushed forward bulged, as if they had seen the most incredible thing, and they stopped their steps and were speechless.

", a courier, so good at fighting?"

"Exaggeration."

……………,

Ding's living room is an empty model, there is nothing on the sofa and TV, it is empty, it seems that everything is sold out, but this living room is not small, there are fifty or sixty square meters, so it is also open.

But more than a dozen of them were charging figures, and when they saw that seven companions in succession fell down with a wave of their hands from the young man in the time express uniform, they collapsed on the ground and kept twitching, as if they had no ability to stand up, and the remaining ten people were really stupid.

This is really an exaggeration.

Nima is just a courier on the other side, how can it be so awesome?

Not only were they scared silly, but Ding Churan, who screamed and paralyzed at the first time, was also shocked at this moment looking at the tall figure standing in front of her, with a stunned face.

She was also shocked, isn't this just a courier, but in astonishment looking at the back standing in front of her, sheltering him from the wind and rain, Ding Churan suddenly felt that the corners of his eyes were hot, and he had an urge to cry.

That back really gave her too much comfort and dependence at this moment.

"Smash, smash him, don't come near this guy."

"Whew!"

……

In the silence, a few steps away from the crowd on the opposite side suddenly sounded an angry shout, and then a steel pipe flew head-on towards Zhao Xuan with a bang, such a guy, they really didn't dare to get too close.

With a sound, Zhao Xuan snapped his hand and grabbed the flying steel pipe, but his face sank, and finally his color changed.

It doesn't matter if a flying steel pipe flies all at once, and there is a machete, he can't bear it, it's not that he doesn't want to rush up and kill the crowd, the key is that this set of basic boxing techniques is used for the first time, and he can't control it too perfectly, he can still deal with it with only one side facing the enemy with his back against the wall, if he falls into a group battle, and the murder weapons are smashed down in all directions, he is not sure.

But now he doesn't seem to have any other choice.

In a flash, Zhao Xuan walked like flying, and rushed into the crowd in two steps, as if a tiger pounced on a flock of sheep, his feet swinged, and the whole person was like a storm, and more than a dozen people with machetes and steel pipes around him were grass, and the wind blew through the grassland, and all the grass surrendered.

Bang bang bang!

A fist fell like a torrential rain, but the surrounding figures screamed and retreated and collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, the crowd fell again, and the few remaining people screamed on the spot, running away as if they had seen a ghost, even if they hadn't been attacked, but when Zhao Xuan punched, they really seemed to see a storm falling from the sky, and they were like dead leaves under the storm, and they couldn't resist at all.

"Be careful!"

When those few people fled with their legs, Zhao Xuan also breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a sudden exclamation from behind, and then Zhao Xuan only felt that a gust of wind was blowing down on the crook of his leg, and before the wind was close, a fierce qi had already invaded his skin, Zhao Xuan's body swung, and he almost dodged it, but was hit by another wind towards his right leg that was still in mid-air.

The sharp blade entered the flesh, and an astonishing pain suddenly rose from the calf, Zhao Xuan's face changed, his body shook for a moment, and the sandbag-sized fist was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and it smashed into the person who slashed at him with the knife with a bang.

When he was a child, Zhao Xuan relied on one word, ruthless!

If he is not ruthless, those who insult him will not feel pain.

When he was a child, Zhao Xuan relied on fighting.

If he doesn't fight, his thin body can't have any advantage at all, only if he is not afraid of pain, he is desperate to fight with others, and the other party is cold, he can stand at the end.

"Poof~"

A punch fell, and the ground was originally ruthless, and the figure that grabbed the machete and cut into the crook of Zhao Xuan's leg, there was a sound of bone shattering from his chest on the spot, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and he fainted as soon as he rolled his eyes, and the machete was also pulled out of Zhao Xuan's body and fell down. …,

At the same time, Zhao Xuan's body shook again, and another punch drew an arc in mid-air like a meteor, hitting him the side, and another raised a knife to slash at him, but only cut half of the side of the man's face, and threw the young man into vomiting blood in one fell swoop.

After two punches, Zhao Xuan swept his eyes to the left and right, but when he saw several men who also stood up in pain and were about to shoot again, they all looked pale with a pale face, and the action of the shot also stopped abruptly.

Zhao Xuan did not hesitate at all, and stepped out of the breathing rhythm when he entered the cultivation, and when he saw who was holding his body in a half-sitting state, he smashed it with a punch, and the opponent who smashed it was spurting blood and throwing it away.

It was only a few breaths, and except for him in the living room, and Ding Churan, who was shrunk at the window, there was no one who could straighten his waist.

Only then did Zhao Xuan's face change, and he looked down, his jeans were already wet with blood under the calf, and the blood-stained fabric was shocking.

An astonishing pain also came from the wound, making him sigh on the spot, still not skilled, the first time he used the basic boxing technique, it was already his limit to be able to do it just now, he could quickly defeat most people like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, but he couldn't do that every punch was critical, and every punch could make the opponent have no strength to get up after a blow.

After all, he only relied on the memory of Blood Slaughter to quickly familiarize himself with this set of boxing techniques, not a real success like Blood Slaughter.