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He's dead.

Just died.

Wang Fuxing slowly placed Song Qingyu's body in the red and white earth mixed with blood around him with unusually solemn hands, his eyes gloomy.

The original goose feather snow seemed to have a tendency to slow down, but Wang Fuxing's heart was cold and desolate, as if it was cold to the bone.

Undercover.

A simple word, just two words, how much sadness and helplessness is contained in it, no one can understand it except for the parties involved, even Wang Fuxing doesn't understand, but an undercover agent who is buried in the other party's camp and can maintain absolute loyalty to his own side is definitely a talent that any force dreams of, because these people not only have to bear the misunderstanding and hostility of their own people, but also try their best to hide themselves in the other party's camp and gain the trust of the other party.

and the decisiveness and resoluteness of betrayal.

Wang Fuxing doesn't understand Song Qingyu's bitterness and helplessness, but he knows very well that his so-called faith is his brother who read twice in a row before he died.

On this snowy night, a herring and a scimitar brazenly solved the elite of the three military assassination troops!

The sword is bright, reflected in Wang Fuxing's eyes, brilliant and unparalleled.

Wang Fuxing's mind was complicated, but his eyes became more and more firm and cold, Song Qingyu's knife caused him an impact no less than an earthquake, the enemy who he wanted to kill a few seconds ago helped himself in the blink of an eye when he couldn't react, Wang Fuxing's feeling at the moment when he personally stabbed into her body almost made him remember it for a lifetime!

Song Qingyu died.

One of Huzi's arms was gone.

And now the army assassin troops besieging him, there are still eight people to deal with himself and Huangfu Lingxi, whose physical strength has seriously decreased.

Two against eight.

Although it is not like the scene of certain death just now, this snowstorm still carries the tragic charm of nine deaths and one life for Wang Fuxing.

He suddenly thought of the phone call with the old Taoist priest Wang Shroud when he was in Jinling Qixia Temple, and the abbot monk of Qixia Temple who seemed to be compassionate but behaved extremely secretly.

There will be a death calamity in the spirit rhino this year!

And today, this dangerous Chinese New Year's Eve snowy long street happens to be the last day of the year!

Wang Fuxing turned his head slightly, looking at Huangfu Lingxi, the strange snow-white robe holding a long sword, his face was pale, and he retreated step by step under the siege of the five army assassins, full of danger, but she did not have the slightest sense of compromise, she pursed her lips tightly, the long sword danced, the snowflakes flew, the robe was slightly torn, and her cold eyes were like this winter day in the snow, except for the cold, there was no extra emotion.

Because of the strenuous exercise, the natural and rich body fragrance on the fairy sister's body became more and more obvious, filling the air, and it seemed that with the air, it penetrated into Wang Fuxing's nostrils.

Will she die tonight too?

Wang Fuxing's thoughts rolled, once this thought surfaced, his heart instantly twitched, it was a kind of haste and despair as if he was about to lose his most important thing, great pain, Wang Fuxing's face was even paler in the blink of an eye, without the slightest blood.

Huangfu Lingxi retreated again and again, but he was getting farther and farther away from Wang Fuxing, and he did not have the slightest intention of introducing him into the battle circle to share the pressure for himself.

Wang Fuxing, who was pale, picked up his toes, held Song Qingyu's scimitar, which was extremely uncomfortable with him in his hand, and rushed over directly without the slightest hesitation.

The five army assassins who besieged Huangfu Lingxi, but the purpose was not to kill but to capture them alive, suddenly gave up a great opportunity and dispersed!

Behind Wang Fuxing, the other three military assassins followed, standing in a line again, vaguely surrounding Wang Fuxing and Huangfu Lingxi, everyone had returned to normal, and their eyes were even more indifferent and dead.

The situation is changing rapidly!

Tang Xiao's face was gloomy, staring at Song Qingyu's body lying on the ground, resisting the urge to open his mouth and scolding, and watched the changes.

In tonight's encirclement and interception, the Tang family was in a group of seven, and three groups of military assassins were sent out in a row, in order to kill the king and revive, it can almost be said that it is at any cost!

Twenty-one.

What proportion of this number occupies in the military thorns, Tang Xiao is not qualified to know, it should be clear with the butt that this kind of elite, sent out more than twenty in a row, is definitely a lot of effort by the Tang family!

The two groups of soldiers who came to intercept and kill Wang Fuxing assassinated a total of fourteen people.

Wang Fuxing killed two people and was seriously injured.

The emperor killed one person and was exhausted.

Song Qingyu killed three people and died!

This is the most unacceptable thing for Tang Xiao!

Now only Tang Tianyao knew the specific situation, but the first traitor in history appeared, and he caused heavy losses to his own side in this interception!

Tang Xiaocai was too lazy to stab the life or death of the personnel of the Italian army, what he was worried about was that now that the loss of six people in a row had not yet dealt with Wang Fuxing and Huangfu Lingxi, this was already an extreme failure, even if Song Qingyu's betrayal had nothing to do with him, he was very likely to be angered by No. 2 at that time.

Xia Qinwei, who couldn't play any role at all in this kind of scene, widened her eyes, her heart went up and down, and she was a little distracted for a while.

The headlights in the distance are approaching!

The lights are dazzling, but for the time being, you can't tell the model.

Tang Xiao looked irritable, in this case, he did not allow any accidents, he squinted lightly, and said coldly: "Kill Wang Fuxing!" Immediately! ”

Eight Army Assassins in unison!

The short knife broke through the air, whistling in the wind, two setbacks in a row, even if there were traitors in the military assassination troops, they did not let them suspect each other at all, and everyone's eyes were endless cold and silent!

A white shadow floated from behind Wang Fuxing, and the sword light was bright.

Huangfu Lingxi, who was pulled down by Wang Fuxing just now, directly blocked in front of Wang Fuxing this time, looking quiet.

Even if the other party still wants to capture him alive after paying such a big price, it proves that they will not take their lives, although this practice makes Huangfu Lingxi feel ashamed, but I have to say that now this is her biggest reliance on Wang Fuxing to resist the risk.

The sashimi shape of the eight-handled army flashes!

Eight people pressed over together, and with this momentum alone, it made Huangfu Lingxi and Wang Fuxing a little breathless.

The military assassination force, the Tang family's top violent weapon!

Any person, placed in an ordinary medium and large underworld, is a strong existence similar to a mainstay!

The three of them temporarily pinned down the Huangfu Lingxi, and the offensive intensified.

The five of them rushed towards Wang Fuxing in an instant, a seriously injured so-called super master, facing the five military stabs alone, basically there was no chance of winning!

Wang Fuxing is completely berserk!

Holding Song Qingyu's scimitar with one hand, this weapon, both in arc and weight, made him extremely uncomfortable, but it was always better than a spot to allow him to exert his extreme combat power.

Right-handed scimitar.

Left hand spotted.

"Bell!"

The sound of metal crashing resounded in the night sky, and the surrounding snowflakes shook violently at the same time!

The three short knives pressed the scimitar, and the huge force made Wang Fuxing, who had quietly slipped from his peak state, weaken his legs and almost fell to his knees.

Behind him, the sound of breaking the air sounded again.

Wang Fuxing's right hand muscles burst out, trying his best to go up, trying to provoke three short knives that were constantly pressing down, and the left hand that was holding the spotted one swung backwards, and his body spun violently under the huge pressure!

The sound of metal clashing sounded again.

The special material of the spotted knife slammed into the body of the short knife behind him, sparks flickered, and the tip of the spotted knife quickly fell along the short knife, blatantly piercing the opponent's hilt, and the tip of the knife slashed across the opponent's palm.

Blood gushes!

Two fingers rose with the blood, splashing down on the snow.

The face of the military stabbing elite who had two fingers cut off with a knife suddenly became distorted, after all, he was still flesh and blood, and understood the meaning of pain, but this pain did not make him afraid, but made him more and more crazy, stretched out a good hand, and grabbed Wang Fuxing's wrist.

Wang Fuxing's body rotated around, and the strength of his body threw the crazy assassin to the side, and his body just took a small step back, and a sharp pain suddenly came from in front of him!

The fifth dagger is up!

Holding the knife in his backhand, from the bottom up, starting from Wang Fuxing's right abdomen, it spread directly to his left shoulder!

The skin is open!

If it weren't for the fact that he took a step back lightly just now, this domineering and mysterious backhand knife would most likely result in Wang Fuxing's life in an instant.

Before Wang Fuxing could rejoice, his eyes were dark, and another military assassin rushed up and kicked him fiercely, directly in his chest.

The corners of his mouth were already overflowing with blood, bright red and eye-catching, Wang Fuxing's body fell backwards on the snow, and he happened to pass by the military assassin who was missing two fingers and struggled to get up, and stabbed him backhand!

The scimitar swept, and a large head suddenly flew up, blood spraying.

Wang Fuxing's body continued to regress, drenched in blood, knelt on the ground, slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, raised his head, and said with a cruel smile: "Go on." ”

In the distance, the headlights that were still far away just now suddenly approached.

Piercing through the air, penetrating the snowflakes, bright and dazzling, shining directly into the battle circle.

Everyone subconsciously stopped.

The engine roars!

Two lines of headlights instantly became four.

Change again, six ways!

Three cars, staggered on the road in succession, rushed to this rush!

The eyes of everyone with the hernia headlights squinting slightly, and vaguely, you can see that the one running in the front is a Buick business vehicle that does not have any pictures hung, and there are no pictures left!

The three cars approached in the blink of an eye, and the distance between the cars was extremely small.

Ten seconds, five seconds, three seconds.

The speed of the Buick business vehicle slowed down suddenly!

The doors on both sides of the back row of the car opened, and five people jumped out of the car together, standing firmly on the snow, without the slightest hesitation, and rushed directly in the direction of Wang Fuxing and the others, exactly the same outfit as the military assassins.

Wang Fuxing's heart sank and his eyes narrowed.

The BAK business vehicle continues to slow down, but it is still moving at a speed of 30 to 40 kilometers per hour, and it is about to approach Wang Fuxing's Audi A8L.

The passenger door was slowly pushed open.

An old man gently poked his head out, stretched out one leg, and walked leisurely, stepping directly out of the Buick that was still moving, as if walking on the ground!

The Buick business car is directly stable.

But the driver of the car suddenly changed his face, he didn't have time to turn off the engine, opened the door and rolled on one side, and jumped down directly.

Behind Buick, there is a black Audi A8L.

The driver was a very ordinary-looking young girl, following closely behind Buick, without slowing down, and at the moment when the driver opened the door and jumped, the A8L hit the butt of the Buick directly!

Audi instantly steady.

The airbag pops up.

There was a loud bang.

The Buick, which did not have any pictures on it, was directly knocked into the air, rowed out on the snow, and fell into the snow.

The driver, who was about to die in a car accident in just one second, was in a cold sweat and had a grim look in his eyes.

The door of the A8L was pushed open from the inside.

The young girl who looked ordinary but acted in an unusually tragic style got out of the car, saw Wang Fuxing at a glance, and without any hesitation, ran to his side, breathed a sigh of relief, and called softly: "Young master." ”

The twins who have not healed from their injuries yet!

"Where's the shooter and the water bottle?"

Wang Fuxing's brows furrowed tightly, and his question was a little hurried.

"Clean up some minions in the back. Somewhat troublesome, but out of the way. ”

The shooter said softly, surrounded by strong enemies, but she was not the slightest bit cowardly.

"You're the bastard of the Wang family? It's kind of interesting. ”

An old voice sounded, and the old man who got down from the co-driver of the Buick slowly came to Wang Fuxing's side, squinted his eyes, looked at him, and suddenly smiled faintly: "Give you a chance, kill yourself now, the old man won't embarrass you." As for the little beauties around you, the old man will take care of them for you, and you can go on the road with peace of mind. ”

Naked contempt!

But because of the absolute strength, after these words came out, it was a bit of a favor.

The third team of the Tang family, which is also the most elite pair of people in this operation, finally arrived after rescuing Tang Ning!

The same seven people.

But the six people who were with No. 2 were ranked in the top 30 in the evaluation of the combat effectiveness of the military stab unit!

If the Tang family hadn't been really angry, it would have been impossible to send out such a luxurious and terrifying lineup.

It is no exaggeration to say that such six characters whose strength surpasses Song Qingyu and even surpasses Huangfu Lingxi, even if there is no No. 2 by his side, Wang Fuxing has to deal with it, and he has to take out all the elite forces in his hands to be able to deal with it very reluctantly.

Surpassing Huangfu Lingxi, it can almost be regarded as surpassing Wang Fuxing, who does not hold a sword, or being on par with him.

The Tang family is really fed up with this little miscellaneous piece of the Wang family who can always turn around at every critical moment, so this time in addition to calling these six elites who are ranked the worst in the military spur and also twenty-nine, they also sent two teams of average-level military spur members, and even added a military thorn No. 2.

Strive to be foolproof!

With this kind of lineup, who can't be killed?!

"Number two, let this bastard kill himself, it's too cheap for him. The eldest lady said that she was disgusted and bored when she saw this person, in that case, how about I solve him personally? Make sure he'll enjoy it. ”

A voice rang out.

The driver, who was almost killed by the twins just now, came over with a smile and stared at Wang Fuxing, his eyes full of the playfulness of cats watching rats.

He was codenamed Blade.

Among the military assassin troops, the combat effectiveness ranks eighteenth.

The top 20 members have the right to use non-numeric code names as their own names, and the top masters of No. 1 to No. 10 disdain this title, because 1 to 10 is itself an honorific title that symbolizes power and strength in the military thorn unit.

The second is the code name for these non-numbers.

After the twentieth, they are all called by numbers.

If Song Qingyu, the first traitor in the history of the military assassination force, had not been sent to Tang Ning's side, her code name should have been just a simple twenty-seven.

Therefore, the name of the blade itself is the title of the strong.

Wang Fuxing didn't speak, just quietly stared at a thick arm in the hand of the No. 2 old man, squinted his eyes, and was stunned.

No. 2 smiled faintly, let go of the arm in his hand, still on the ground, stepped on his feet, and said lightly: "This is your brother's arm." I personally dismantled it, and if you want to take it back, you can, with strength. ”

Behind a group of people.

The third car behind the Buick and Gemini's A8L finally arrived.

It's an old-fashioned loaf that can hold more than a dozen adults at once, so it's no wonder it's so slow.

The van slowly came to a halt in the sight of a group of people.

A group of young people with a fiery red flame symbol embroidered on their chests jumped out of the car, and there were about a dozen people.

One of the young men at the beginning was in his early thirties.

He walked in the front, and the flame symbol on his chest was unusually eye-catching.

Two narrowed his eyes.

He looked gloomy and playful, but he was not angry or surprised, and seemed to be under control.

The group of people who suddenly appeared here with unknown friends and enemies looked calm, and a young man who took the lead glanced at Huangfu Lingxi, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, and then his eyes fell on Wang Fuxing, nodded slightly, and then smiled at the second who was staring at them: "Senior Tang, our brother came uninvited and disturbed. ”