Break the trick with strength.

Originally, if according to Zeng Jingheng, their combat power suddenly exploded, and there were indeed no powerful people in this group of darkness members who intercepted them.

Then it was only a matter of time before they were killed.

But accidents happen.

"Alright, now it's my turn." Blowing off the last bit of stone chips, Li Wei lifted the seal that had been roughly completed and checked it in his hand.

"What did you say?" The clown holding the umbrella seemed to be stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at him.

"I said the surprise is coming, you are ready to receive it." Li Wei stood up and stretched.

"I don't like this joke." The clown with the umbrella still spoke in a flat tone, but the air around him was already cold.

"I'm not kidding you." Li Wei replied, without giving in.

Deadlocked.

For a long time.

The clown holding the umbrella finally gave in.

"I've run out of patience." He concluded.

In the dark of night.

On the frontal battlefield.

Yang Tian had completely suppressed Huang Shaotian.

After desperately eating a bullet, the guide himself was triggered by the bleeding effect.

Yang Tian successfully pierced the third blood needle into Huang Shaotian's skin.

Even if Yang Tian was bleeding non-stop now, as long as he just raised his fingers, he could make Huang Shaotian worse than dead.

Now, all he has to do is to approach slowly, and while trying not to be hit by Huang Shaotian's bullet, he uses the gun in his hand to directly aim at Huang Shaotian's head and pull the trigger.

Sister of Hong Kong Island.

Looks like I've got a chance to eat your Spanish pie again.

Yang Tian smiled, his fingers flicked, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but ooze a lot of blood.

And the other side.

A contest between the Flame Fist and the Beast's Foot.

Justice, and the duel of freedom.

But it's still the same, no matter how big or low.

This pair of fateful enemies who were completely bound to fate because of that big explosion.

In the heavy rain, crazy bombardment.

If it is said that the recurve beast foot of fireworks is Nie Feng's wind god legs in the Hong Kong comic "Fengyun".

Then the Flame Fist, the fist that stretched out from hell and smoked gunpowder, was the Heavenly Frost Fist.

A fateful enemy.

The strongest fists and legs duel.

"Boom-"

I don't know how many bombardments.

Hanabi's trousers have all burst, and there is a faint smoke on his extremely strange legs.

And the Yan Fist, that extremely explosive fist, also began to ooze blood.

But they still don't back down.

in heavy rain.

Keep bombarding.

"Come on." In the extremely fierce duel, the sound of Hanabi was still calm, and he leaned sideways to dodge the smoke-filled fist again with his agility, and at the same time bent down, whipped his legs, and burst out with a fierce blow full of powerful recoil power.

"Smack-" Fierce bombardment.

The whole rain was shaken and scattered.

This blow, however, was blocked at the last moment by those two powerful flame fists.

Heavy rain continued.

It exploded around them like a boil.

They confronted, straining, wrestling with each other.

Until the air is about to explode.

"Wang Doudou......" Hanabi leaned down and called out a name that should have been dead in a deep voice.

That tone, in the infinitely falling rain, was like a spell of conjuring.

"Do you hate me?"

"Ah!!!!!h As if they had been stabbed to the most sore place in the heart, the two flame fists burned even more violently, and the smoke overflowed, and even almost engulfed the heavy rain around them.

With that low roar that seemed to be roasted by fire.

Fists, critical hits.

Directly transpired heavy rain.

Bombardment.

Towards that damn good, clown mask.

"Die!!" It's like a struggle from hell.

"Bang-" casually killed a guy who tried to sneak attack with a pistol from a distance, in the dark, Zeng Jingheng's combat power was obviously a hundred times stronger than these guys who didn't have night vision.

We've already done most of the way.

Hold on a little longer, and you're ready to rush out.

It's just a pity.

rushed to kill like this, and he didn't force the damn guy on the other side out.

Could it be that something has been noticed?

It's impossible, in fact, there is no strategy at all now, just rush to kill, rush to kill.

It's all about whose fist is stronger.

It's already clear that the carriage and horses are here, Ni Yongxiao is here, and if you have the guts, you will come and kill them.

And if you come, be prepared to die at any time.

But the other party ......

Are you scared?

No way.

Zeng Jingheng observed the surroundings with great vigilance, and Ah He also obviously sensed that something was wrong and formed a warning network with Zeng Jingheng.

The speed of the charge has also slowed down.

Do you want to consume our body first, and then come to the fatal blow?

That would be naïve.

Zeng Jingheng not only did not feel tired at this moment, but the strength of his whole body was constantly surging.

Such a battlefield.

is the most suitable stage for him.

"Brother Xiao, it's okay." slowed down, Zeng Jingheng finally had time to care about Ni Yongxiao.

Although there should be nothing wrong, but just rushed to kill, the bullets rained, the swords and swords, and there was inevitably a difference.

Even if there were eighteen first-class bodyguards behind them, but in this dark night, in this torrential rain.

It's a group of demons dancing.

It's a forbidden area for mortals.

"I'm fine." Fortunately, Ni Yongxiao's voice is still calm, even warm.

It's just that in the rain, it's inevitable that there will be some drifting.

It makes people feel inexplicably uneasy.

At this moment, the besieging people suddenly retreated.

The road ahead suddenly gave way, and someone walked over.

Zeng Jingheng saw the person walking in front of him through the vision of the dark snake.

Holding an umbrella, in the dark night, under heavy rain, you can faintly see him, clown mask.

Zeng Jingheng frowned, he finally came.

He could be sure that this person was the one who had that night.

That temperament, the breath, the smell.

He just wanted to say hello, but the whole person stood still.

Because the guy in the back......

"Stinky boy, you ......" Zeng Jingheng Even if he was full of killing at the moment, and his killing intent was full of his heart, he would inevitably feel warm in his heart.

It's Li Wei.

This stinky boy, he's not dead.

And Li Wei, under the umbrella of the clown, walked over and said with a smile: "Senior Ah Heng, don't worry, I'm fine." ”

Zeng Jingheng sighed, but vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Atmosphere.

And the breath.

He always felt that something was about to happen that he couldn't accept.

And sure enough......

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Ask for recommendations, ask for collections.

It's finally a breakthrough.

I breathe a sigh of relief, it's really going to kill me these days, and I'm thinking about how to break the game all day long.