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After a short standoff, it was certainly followed by a more intense attack.

What is a dead man? What is Elite?

The performance of the assassins tonight is a complete and clear statement of these two words, which have always seemed vague and general in the past, fearless and disregard for death!

They never move easily, but once they make a move, all that is left in everyone's eyes is the target, and everything is aimed at killing the target person, unless the whole army is wiped out, otherwise it will definitely be a situation of endless death!

Wang Fuxing used the price of several knives in his body to kill the two military assassins neatly, one of them hit the other party by surprise, not to mention the bloody means that was enough to scare ordinary people to have nightmares, but it did not make the remaining twelve military assassin members blink at all, all of them stood in the snow, expressionless, everyone's eyes were indifferent to life and death, and... Disdain.

Immovable as a mountain, moving as thunder!

It is impossible for such people to scare them away with bloody means, blood and death are just tools to intensify their inner murderous intent and madness.

His side is resting, trying to recover, and the other party is the same, Wang Fuxing has known since the first time he saw them that unless the people around him die, or all the people on the other side die, otherwise tonight's battle will definitely not really end.

"Add one me, is it enough to kill you?"

As soon as Wang Fuxing's bold words were finished, a female voice immediately responded from the back of the crowd.

Elegant, plain, calm, very beautiful voice, but with a hint of almost inaudible emptiness.

There were only twelve people left, and all of them moved their bodies instantly, not to make way for her, but to directly stagger an attack position and let her blend in.

The next lore attack is about to begin!

Everyone doesn't have to look back to know who is coming.

The number of military assassins is unknown, but if you talk about women, there is only one!

She entered the Tang family at the age of six, and entered the military assassination when she was eight years old, but the Tang family spent nearly ten years testing her loyalty.

When she was twenty years old, she was dispatched to the side of the eldest lady of the Tang family, who was only a teenager, to protect her safety twenty-four hours a day.

For ten years, there has never been any sign of disloyalty to the Tang family, and for Tang Ning, he has guarded him at any cost!

Her name is Song Qingyu.

The only woman in the military assassin unit, in the Tang family's annual ranking statistics on the combat effectiveness of the military assassins, this Chinese New Year's Eve-year-old woman ranks twenty-seventh.

Among the more than a dozen military assassins at the scene, the one with the highest ranking in the military assassination unit.

Slightly inferior to the Jade Guanyin Emperor Fu Lingxi, but after integrating into the twelve team members, the small gap was instantly greatly compensated, and everyone did not doubt that the twelve people plus her, who was ranked twenty-seventh, definitely had the ability to kill Wang Fuxing and capture Huangfu Lingxi alive.

The bodies of the twelve people were misplaced, and the frontmost attack position was directly reserved for Song Qingyu, who had the strongest personal strength.

Song Qingyu stood quietly aside, snowy day, Chinese New Year's Eve, wearing a white down jacket, a very beautiful fur collar, long hair scattered, standing in the wind and snow, like an ordinary young woman next door.

"Qingyu, you went to capture the Huangfu Lingxi alive. The credit for this time is credited to my cousin, and I don't fight at all, how? ”

Tang Xiao smiled, and without hesitation, he gave up the great credit for pleasing No. 2, this operation, killing Wang Fuxing is the most important thing, although a jade Guanyin is worth a lot, but it is not comparable to Wang Fuxing.

Song Qingyu's deep eyes flashed with a strange look, and he nodded lightly: "Okay." ”

She lifted her leg lightly and took a step towards Tang Xiao.

"Don't move."

Tang Xiao narrowed his eyes, his body also stepped back, he squinted at Song Qingyu, and said in an unusually soft tone: "It doesn't make any sense for you to come to me, that is your direction." ”

Tang Xiao stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of Wang Fuxing, his smile was flat, the appearance of Song Qingyu could indeed kill Wang Fuxing more quickly, but for Tang Xiao, this was also a crisis.

In order to deal with Wang Fuxing and rescue Tang Ning, the Tang family dispatched a total of three teams of military assassins, two teams were here, and a more elite and powerful team was left to rescue Tang Ning, the number of people dispatched this time did not seem to be much, but it was definitely the highest specification used by the Tang family to deal with the enemy in the past twenty years, and it was also a full recognition of Wang Fuxing's strength.

At this time, it is impossible for Tang Xiao to let Song Qingyu, who is Tang Ning's confidant, get too close to her, otherwise she only needs to stab herself lightly, and then she can completely excuse herself and say that she died in the hands of Wang Fuxing.

He also has to compete with Tang Ning, who is now in the Tang family's declining prestige, for the position of the first heir of the Tang family, at this time, it would be too unjust to die.

Song Qingyu's footsteps paused slightly, his expression was calm, he suddenly turned around, strode towards Wang Fuxing, crossed the crowd, and quickly came to his own position.

No one spoke.

Thirteen people, including Song Qingyu, were violent. Move!

Wang Fuxing calmed his breathing, gritted his teeth, and once again rejected the Qiushui long sword handed over by Huangfu Lingxi, blocking him behind him.

This sword is now the last guarantee for Huangfu Lingxi in a dangerous situation, and it is self-evident that she handed over the sword to herself.

Wang Fuxing has always thought that he is a selfish, emotionless, and unwilling to die for anyone, but at this juncture, he can't hold this sword anyway.

Thirteen people instantly remade Wang Fuxing in front of him.

What appeared in Wang Fuxing's pupils was Song Qingyu's resentful and hideous face, as well as his unusually empty eyes.

Unlike the other twelve, her weapon, although it was also a short knife, was a scimitar with an unusually exaggerated arc, the cold light flickered, and the forest was cold and sharp.

Song Qingyu rushed to Wang Fuxing first.

The twelve people behind him also arrived at the same time, no longer attacking in a straight line, no longer divided into two teams, but forming a semicircle for the first time, surrounding Wang Fuxing and Huangfu Lingxi!

Swing your sword together!

The blade cuts through the air, and the wind howls!

Wang Fuxing had no way to retreat, he went straight forward, his feet slid on the ground, facing the woman he had captured but was rescued, without the slightest reservation, his right hand held the spot, and his left hand was raised.

The left and right hands fall one after the other!

The right hand blocked the scimitar, and the left hand directly grabbed Song Qingyu's wrist.

Grab the knife!

A butterfly knife is really not enough to deal with the melee, just now when facing the siege of seven people, he thought of grabbing the knife more than once, but he never succeeded!

Song Qingyi's face was calm, but his eyes became more and more hollow and silent, he grabbed the scimitar with one hand, and twisted her body as Wang Fuxing twisted the direction of her wrist, and at the same time pressed the spot, forcing Wang Fuxing's right hand to fall.

In an instant, the three short knives beside him slashed directly at Wang Fuxing's arm.

Wang Fuxing suppressed the negative emotions that kept surging up in his heart, his face was cold, forcing himself to remain calm, let go of Song Qingyu's wrist, and retreated decisively.

Song Qingyu's body was still rotating, one foot was suddenly propped up on the ground, the road was slippery in the snow, and the whole person instantly slid towards Wang Fuxing, and the scimitar swept towards Wang Fuxing's legs.

If this knife hits, according to Song Qingyu's strength, Wang Fuxing's body is afraid that it will be swept into cold salad in an instant.

Cutlass captures the plate.

Song Qingyu's side, a military assassin directly raised the ice blade in his hand and stabbed Wang Fuxing's chest!

Double kill up and down!

In the line of sight, it seems that the sky is full of swords and swords!

Behind him, the sound of gold and iron resounding constantly, retreating at an extremely slow speed, as if a silly woman was trying her best to drag down a few elites of the military assassins with only one person and one sword, trying to leave this battlefield.

Wang Fuxing finally took a step back, his upper body bent down, and the moment he dodged the sword light in front of him, the whole person took off slightly, and slammed it on the ground with one hand, and swept his feet towards the head of Song Qingyu, who had come to the front!

Severe pain in the wrist.

The scimitar blade grazed Wang Fuxing's wrist, and the blood was like an infusion, and Song Qingyu was also kicked directly by Wang Fuxing!

Wang Fuxing didn't dare to pause at all, and his body took a step back and moved forward again, but he didn't dodge a knife behind his back after all.

The tip of the knife slid down his back, stabbing into the flesh and dripping with blood.

Off-site.

Tang Xiao smiled crazy and happy, clapped his palms gently, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a cold smile, he originally asked Song Qingyu to capture Huangfu Lingxi alive, but this woman actually went to kill Wang Fuxing without knowing what to do, is this credit really so easy to snatch?

Next to the Audi A8L, Xia Qinwei held her palm tightly, her nails pierced directly into her palm, dripping with blood and shocking, but she didn't have the slightest pain, just stared at Wang Fuxing and Huangfu Lingxi, who were desperately struggling in the field, her heart twitched, and her body trembled slightly.

Chinese New Year's Eve, isn't it a festive day? Why is it so tragic tonight?

The originally snow-white ground was sprinkled with large swaths of warm blood, melting the snow.

In the distance, there are still occasional romantic and magnificent fireworks in the sky.

Snowflakes are flying.

A brutal murder reflected in snowflakes and fireworks!

In the direction where Wang Fuxing came, a car light suddenly lit up in the distance.

In the snowflakes in the sky, only two points of light can be faintly seen.

But Wang Fuxing is already in danger!

Song Qingyu, who was the most aggressive, approached Wang Fuxing again, the scimitar was raised, and the blade slashed directly at Wang Fuxing's head!

Wang Fuxing was covered in blood, and his face was covered with blood, both his and others', although he never found a chance to kill again, but he fought for the risk of injury and seriously injured the two.

Sideways to dodge the scimitar's slash, Wang Fuxing did not continue to attack, and the scimitar that slipped from his side in an instant had already swirled in an instant, turning from a force split to a sweep.

Wang Fuxing didn't have time to react too much, he stretched out his hand and held the scimitar blade tightly!

The blade pierced the palm of the hand, and there was a sharp pain!

The blade trembled slightly.

Wang Fuxing looked up suddenly.

In Song Qingyu's empty eyes, he regained his brilliance in an instant, his voice was sharp, and he said categorically: "Kill!" ”

The six army assassins who besieged Wang Fuxing together behind him had a clear understanding and an unusually tacit understanding.

Including Song Qingyu, a total of seven people merged into one place in an instant.

Song Qingyu is still standing at the forefront, playing the role of a sharp knife.

Behind him, six people and three people in a row, divided into left and right, rushed towards Wang Fuxing!

It's almost done!

Song Qingyu stopped drinking again: "Kill!" ”

Kill?

Sure enough, it was killed.

Song Qingyu, who was squirting away rapidly, turned around suddenly!

Snow is flying!

The scimitar is as clear as snow, sweeping thousands of armies!

The two assassins who ran behind him with her were not at all defenseless, and with a sweep of the scimitar, the upper half of the two rushed out, but the lower half of the body was still numb and ran a few steps, and fell to the ground with a bang!

Blood splattered.

splashed Song Qingyu's head and face.

Warm and smelly.

The corners of Song Qingyu's mouth curled up expressionlessly, and his smile was unusually bright.

When she was young, she had just remembered, and her brother who seemed to love him the most was taken away by a middle-aged man who looked unusually vicious.

And she was arranged to enter the Tang family by a series of coincidences.

When she was young, she naturally didn't know what the meaning of being undercover was, she was alone in the most unfamiliar environment, she only knew that these people around her were fierce, and she missed her brother the most.

At the age of eight, he entered the army.

She was the only girl in the place where people were trained as machines.

There, the boys in training are called mongrels, and she, as she is called, is called a little bitch.

Train, kill, be killed.

The strong are respected.

She doesn't know what the killing is for, she doesn't know what the meaning is, she only knows who the big people who seem to be called the top masters want her to kill, and only when she is done can she continue to live, and only then can she have the opportunity to see her brother who loves him the most again.

At that time, my brother's smile was warm, like the sun, and it was not at all the same as the people there who often smiled strangely and held themselves in their arms and groped around.

Cruelty Training.

At the age of nine, he killed for the first time.

At that time, she knew that the companion she killed would never be seen again in this life.

At the age of thirteen, he saw his brother again after parting at a young age, at that time, he was already a young man, mature and steady, his momentum had changed, the only thing that remained unchanged was his smile, still warm and kind, and better looking.

The vicious middle-aged man who took his brother away was still with him, but his legs seemed to be disabled, and his temper was even more stinky.

He said, "I saved the lives of your brother and sister, so your lives are mine, and you must kill whoever I tell you to kill, or I will kill your brother." ”

That night's reunion, from beginning to end, took less than fifteen minutes.

She still remembers that her brother's smile was very complicated when he left, he didn't ask for it, the only request was to let himself live well.

Fifteen years old.

Officially entered the regular establishment of the military thorn, the only girl, in the first combat effectiveness evaluation, ranked one hundred and three, not the weakest, but also not much better.

That night, she was taken to a big room completely different from the training base, and before she could reflect it, a middle-aged man rushed over and hugged her and tore her clothes.

Struggling, crying, pleading?

Useless.

After being slapped a few times, she finally became quiet and stopped struggling.

That night, when the middle-aged man left her body and stuffed the bloodstained dirty organ into her mouth, he said, "I am stronger than you now, and your body belongs only to those who are stronger than you." One-zero-three, here, as long as anyone stronger than you is entitled to enjoy your body, enjoy, little bitch. ”

After that night, she didn't cry or make a fuss, and the man who took the first time said nothing good, and the next day, a man who was ahead of her rushed into her lodgings again, tossing and turning into the middle of the night.

So she trained harder.

Eighteen years old.

In the evaluation of the combat effectiveness of the military stabbing troops, this so-called little bitch named Song Qingyu brazenly rushed into the top sixty!

Nineteen years old, forty or fifty.

Twenty years old, thirty-nine.

That year, she finally left the training base that almost gave her nightmares every night, went to the capital, and was arranged to be a bodyguard next to a girl named Tang Ning, that teenage girl, who is said to be the eldest lady of the Tang family...

Twenty-first birthday.

Seeing Song Qingyi again, the middle-aged man was not following at the beginning, the brother and sister reunited after a long absence, and they did not complain to each other, she pretended to be sick and took a few days off, and was with Song Qingyi, those days were almost the happiest time in her life.

Twenty-five-year-old military thorn internal combat effectiveness assessment.

On that occasion, she broke into the top 30 for the first time, reaching 25th place.

Five years later, at the age of thirty, she was two places backwards and was in twenty-seventh place.

She is Downing's bodyguard.

But occasionally, it's also the bed companion of those characters who need to be wooed by the eldest lady.

When the military assassin was dispatched, she notified Song Qingyi almost immediately.

The man who would always be the most fond of her in her heart spoke in an unprecedentedly solemn tone, telling her to keep the Wang family at all costs.

She finally knew who she had been working for all these years, and she understood what it meant to do whatever it takes.

But she has no resentment at all, no regrets.

This kind of life, enough is enough, it's really enough.

Song Qingyu smiled brightly, covered in blood, and the white snowflakes intersected with the warm scarlet blood.

When everyone was defenseless, a knife split the bodies of the two military assassins in an instant.

Tang Xiao, who was smiling, suddenly stiffened.

Xia Qinwei, who was staring at Wang Fuxing, also looked stunned.

Wang Fuxing, as well as the remaining four military assassins who followed Song Qingyu to sprint together, couldn't react at all, and subconsciously maintained a high-speed sprint!

Song Qingyu smiled sadly.

Wang Fuxing's eyes were dull, so close to the distance, he didn't have time to react at all, and the spots instantly pierced Song Qingyu's heart!

As a result of her turning, the short knives in the hands of the two members of the military stabbing team were also inserted into Song Qingyu's abdomen in an instant.

Transparent front and back!

Bloody!

Song Qingyu coughed up blood, but the scimitar in his hand did not let go at all, looking at the stunned face of a military assassin in front of him, the scimitar stabbed into the opponent's abdomen again.

The scene suddenly became dead silent!

Rao was the almost perverted mental endurance of the assassins, and in the face of the first betrayal in the history of the assassins, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Autumn water chant!

Huangfu Lingxi finally seized the opportunity, and the long sword slashed vertically, and with one sword, he split one of the military assassins in a stunned state in half!

The war is back!

Wang Fuxing's side was always quiet, and the three surviving military assassins looked at Song Qingyu with a dull expression, and they were speechless for a while.

The first betrayal in history!

This is definitely something that no one expected!

Song Qingyu stabbed three times before and after, vomited blood in his mouth, turned his back to Wang Fuxing, and fell softly into his arms.

Wang Fuxing's expression was extremely complicated, holding Song Qingyu in both hands, and said bitterly: "People from the Wang family? ”

Song Qingyu nodded slightly, the corners of his mouth always kept a smile, but the blood couldn't be stopped, and he muttered to himself, "Brother." ”

The man who used to be in a wheelchair, but is now an old man or a dead man, once said when he took away his brother, you and your brother will always be together one day.

The years go by.

For more than 20 years, her little herring has not jumped over the dragon gate after all, and she has not been with the man who is not related by blood, but loves her more than her brother.

Song Qingyu's eyes were scattered and in a trance, and finally lost his brilliance, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he muttered softly again: "Brother." ”

She was blood-red, and eventually her body gradually became cold and stiff in the snow-white wind and snow around her.

On this day, this blue fish that appeared here on Chinese New Year's Eve and only said a word to Wang Fuxing, killed three elites of the military assassination unit in a row!

The gantry is just around the corner.

But she slept in the wind and snow.

Wang Fuxing gently stroked his palm, closed her eyes, and said softly, "I'm sorry." Let's go. ”