The throbbing in the center of the flutter struck, Xue Lang was shocked, creepy, and struggled to twist his waist, and the gun in his hand was pointed at the other party.

At this moment, he no longer had the heart to worry about hurting the mummy-like guy who was wrapped.

But at the moment when he was about to pull the trigger, he snorted coldly, and then, the strong wind that came on deflected, and with a muffled sound, his hand was as if he had been hit by a hammer, and the gun came out of his hand.

!

Xue Lang was startled, his toes touched the ground, his body writhed, and the blood-patterned ronin knife in his hand slashed over.

The man was holding a mummy-like body in one hand, not as clumsy as he imagined, he gave up attacking Xue Lang, kicked the gun in his hand, and without waiting for his feet to land, his body turned strangely, and the other hand grabbed Xue Lang's throat, ignoring the knife at all.

But Xue Lang couldn't cut it down, he felt the horror of the other party's speed, and in a flash of thought, he knew that he would be hit in the throat by the other party before his blow came.

Judging from the kick just now, this hand is still numb, as long as it is hit, the chance of survival is zero.

Oh yes! It's a master again!

Xue Lang's eyes widened angrily in the dark, and he shouted, but before he could withdraw the ronin knife, he probed with his other hand, and the black light flashed, and in the darkness, he pulled out the Tang knife and slashed at the opponent's palm head-on.

Even if the opponent's hand was iron, Xue Lang was confident enough to split it with one sword. This Tang knife is not ordinary, and it is definitely not something that the flesh can resist.

Besides, even if an ordinary knife is slashed by his struggle, it will still be shattered.

To his horror, the man's claws suddenly clenched into fists, followed by a flick of his fingers, and bounced on his knife.

While!

At the same time as the sound of metal striking sounded, there was a buzzing sound, and the shock came violently along the blade, making Xue Lang's Tang knife swing away, because his hand was still numb, he couldn't hold it, and he came out of his hand.

it!

Xue Lang was shocked, and kicked out with a lightning kick, straight to the other party's throat.

"Huh?"

The figure with the mask screamed, his body floated, and while retreating, his palm slapped on Xue Lang's kicked foot, his upper body shook, and then he pounced again, his hand was still like a hook, and went straight to Xue Lang's throat.

Xue Lang's feet shook violently, and while feeling the strength of the other party's palm, his heart tightened.

Piercing the cloud foot has been tried repeatedly, even if the skill is higher than himself, he can also hit, even if he can't control the enemy, at least he will seize the opportunity, and he was actually dodged by the other party and blocked.

But this also won him a chance, and while his feet were retracted, the ronin knife in his hand pulled the knife flower, and at the moment when Zhang Ming pounced, he quickly cut towards the opponent's vein.

"Get out of here!"

At the moment when his knife was lightly slashed, the man let out a low shout, his fingers suddenly retracted, and he flicked the blood-patterned ronin knife in Xue Lang's hand again, and in a crisp sound, his body spun and kicked at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming was entangled with the other party because of Xue Lang, and he had already pulled out the dagger and gun in his hand, which were horizontal in front of his chest.

But he never expected that the other party's foot speed would be so fast, in the night vision device, even the trajectory could not be captured, and before he could hand out the dagger, the feeling of panic hit at the same time, and with a bang, he was kicked squarely.

The force of this kick was extremely great, and in the click, Zhang Ming flew back upside down, knocked over a special police officer, rolled, and fell four or five meters away.

But fortunately, he was just depressed for a while, and most of his strength was blocked by the M4A1 on his chest, but he was not injured.

However, the gun was deformed, and it was impossible to use it again.

These few times, speaking slowly, are actually electric and flint, a matter of one or two breaths.

The man kicked Zhang Ming away, spun around, and pounced on Xue Lang again.

Oh yes! When Lao Tzu is muddy?!

Xue Lang shouted, shook his body with strength under his feet, and rushed towards the other party, not caring about the repeated defeats just now.

At the same time, the last SWAT officer also pounced, his fist clenched, the middle finger protruding knuckle, and slammed into the back of the man's heart.

After all, the man was holding a person, the rotation of his body was still not flexible enough, and at the moment when Xue Lang pounced, the special police officer was pinched, he was not sure to kill Xue Lang, and he didn't seem to dare to let the back hit him, so he braked suddenly, and the forward body was stunned, and then retreated, and at the moment when Xue Lang's knife was swung, a reflexive kick was made, and with a bang, the special police officer was kicked.

The force of this kick was quite huge, and the SWAT officer spurted a mouthful of blood on the mask, and the person flew back upside down as if he had been hit by a car.

Grass mud horse!

Xue Lang shouted, the knife in his hand suddenly accelerated, and at the same time, his right hand, which was still a little numb, shook violently, and then, with a strange flash of his hind feet, he overtook the ronin knife and struck straight at the opponent's chest.

The man was right, kicked the enemy behind him, let go of his hand, threw down the person in his hand, waved his hand in gear, and at the same time met Xue Lang's toes with his other hand.

He had already tried out a palm just now, and the other party's toes were wrapped with thick iron, knowing that once he was kicked, he would never be spared, so he had to put down the person in his hand and deal with it with all his might.

Xue Lang's knife and kick are all false moves, although they are also absolutely lethal, but in fact, they are to cover up the funeral nail.

However, there was a sudden dinging sound in his ears, and it was obvious that the funeral door nail was knocked away by the other party.

Xue Lang's pupils shrank suddenly. The other party's speed is too fast, and in the dark, he can actually shoot the funeral door nail, which can be said to be a master at the grandmaster level.

But he didn't flinch, the knife in his hand still stabbed out, but the kicking foot twisted weirdly, and then, changed direction, and kicked the opponent's lower plate. At the same time, the right hand shook again, followed by a palm slapp.

Hum!

The man snorted coldly again, and the palm he slapped suddenly clenched into a fist, and at the same time as the other hand was swinged, he once again bent his fingers and flicked Xue Lang's blade.

While!

With a sound of gold and iron, a huge force came from Xue Lang's Blood Pattern Ronin Knife, which made him shake his mouth, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he came out of his hand.

The man flicked the knife in Xue Lang's hand, and at the moment when Zhang Ming and another special police officer flew in, he made a mistake and dodged Xue Lang's kick to his ankle.

With a bang, like defeating Ge, the man's upper body shook, and his feet were out of rhythm.

Xue Lang was even more unbearable, this palm actually made him slam him, he took a step back in the surging of qi and blood, and the kicked foot also lost its direction.

But the man didn't have a chance to pursue, Zhang Mingfei threw off the spear on his body, and with a flash of the dagger, he stabbed him in the ribs.

The other man slammed his fist into his back.

At the moment when one of them lost his combat effectiveness, did not know whether he was alive or dead, and the three of them fought together, the team members and special police officers above rushed down, but when they saw the closed explosion-proof door, the team member who hit the head was shocked and shouted: "Explode him!" ”

No one knew what was going on inside, and at the roar of the team member, the two SWAT officers in charge of the blast dodged out, quickly planted explosives, and detonated the bomb with a bang as several people rushed back to the first floor.

The violent concussions of the explosion caused them to shake on it, and the surrounding glass exploded, and the surging air jetted out and rushed into the basement with a cloud of dust and smoke.

However, they were dumbfounded when they saw that the big iron gate, which had barely changed, was still closed. It didn't explode, it was actually a blast door!

"Quick! Let the demolition team enter!! ”

The team member was anxious. He knew that if he didn't play with the captain as soon as possible, he didn't know what was going on underneath. If you can't keep it, there will be unpredictable dangers, otherwise, how can it be separated by a big iron gate?

With his roar, a member of the team jumped up, quickly ran out of the door, and in the flashlight and the figure swayed, he ripped off the gas mask and yelled: "The others stand back!" The demolition team is in!! ”

As soon as the people outside heard this, they knew that something had changed, and immediately got out of the way, and the demolition team behind quickly rushed into the villa.

Although this explosion did not blow open the gate, the violent concussion affected the battle inside.

The moment the man repelled Xue Lang, he pointed like a sword, turned around like a lightning bolt and pointed at Zhang Ming's dagger, and at the same time, he stepped out and kicked the special police officer in the lower abdomen.

But at this moment of lightning, the ground shook violently, whether it was Zhang Ming, the special policeman, or Xue Lang, who stabilized his foothold and pounced again, it was all a shake, and the offensive rhythm was disrupted.

The man was also not pulled down, a violent earthquake came, his body shook, all his strength was sharply reduced, his speed was also sharply reduced, and his accuracy was also lost.

By a fraction of a second, he missed a thousand miles, Zhang Ming's dagger did not hit, but cut the edge of his palm.

The moment the stinging pain came into his mind, that kick failed to hit the other party's lower abdomen, but it had an intimate kiss with the other party's fist.

Although the strength of both sides was sharply reduced, the man still shook, and in the muffled sound, he had to float to avoid being entangled or hit by Xue Lang who pounced from behind.

He knew that the person behind him was too threatening and his strength was not bad, even if the other party had a huge gap with him, as long as he was hit, it would be difficult for him to resist.

Xue Lang flew up, and the funeral nail was buckled in his hand, but he couldn't shoot out.

Zhang Ming and another special police officer joined, and if they shot the funeral nail, they would be injured by mistake, so they simply took a round of punches.

Although the strength of the other party is quite powerful, Xue Lang always feels that it is the end of a strong crossbow, otherwise, after a short fight, his weapons will be knocked away, and it will definitely not be just a surge of qi and blood.

Zhang Ming was the same, when he missed a blow, he felt that the blade had cut the opponent, and at the moment when the opponent floated back, he rubbed his body and handed out the dagger again.

The SWAT officer intersected his fists and feet, and slammed into a shock, and while his fists were numb for a while, he was shocked, but he did not stop attacking, and the tiger roared and punched out again.

The guy was also right, his legs were on the side of the wall, and in the face of the attack of the three people, his hands were illusory, and in the dark environment where he couldn't see his fingers, he was stunned to block the tide of attacks of the three people.

The sound of crackling was endless, and Xue Lang, Zhang Ming, and the special policeman's attacks were all blocked. But also because of the tide of offensives, wave after wave, he didn't have a chance to seriously injure anyone.

During the attack, the dagger in Zhang Ming's hand stabbed out again, which would be a straight stab to his chest. opened and knocked wide, didn't even do protection, and fought for Xue Lang to win a chance to hit the first hit.

However, that person's skills are mastery, he kicked away the special police officer, blocked Xue Lang's kick with his left hand, shook his body, and his other hand suddenly reached out, and flicked his fingers towards the dagger in Zhang Ming's hand.

While!

With a crisp sound, Zhang Ming only felt a strong attack, and in the pain like tearing the tiger's mouth, the dagger came out of his hand.

His dagger had just been flicked off the air, and the man's left hand followed up with lightning speed, straight to his throat.

!

Zhang Ming let out a loud shout, and at the moment when Xue Lang and the other person were caught between the left and right, his empty hands clenched into fists and slammed out, desperately exchanging injuries for injuries, and fighting for opportunities for Xue Lang and them.

However, the man didn't block Xue Lang and the other side's attack at all, and stepped out, and at the moment when Zhang Ming's fist was only twenty or thirty centimeters away from his chest, his hand was about to touch Zhang Ming's throat.

Obviously, he wanted to break the slightly weaker front first and jump out of the encirclement.

But he still underestimated the speed of Xue Lang's feet, and at the moment when his fingers were about to touch Zhang Ming, Xue Lang kicked him in the shoulder.

Bang, the man's body shook, his fingers grazed Zhang Ming's neck, and hit his shoulder, in the sound of the brocade tearing, he shouted, twisted his body, dodged another punch, and in the muffled sound, at the moment when Zhang Ming's fist hit the ribs, the leg swept out with a whin, and kicked Zhang Ming away.

followed by a palm slapp, colliding with Xue Lang's fist, and in the muffled sound of snapping, his upper body shook, and a punch hit the special police officer.

The SWAT officer couldn't block the thunderous punch, and with a pop, a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the mask, and his body flew upside down.

Zhang Ming didn't go much better, although this kick was kicked in the shoulder, it made him lose his ability to fight, his arm couldn't be raised, and he fell to the ground.

The man hit the SWAT, but he couldn't dodge Xue Lang's ensuing attacks, and the moment he hit the SWAT, Xue Lang's foot flashed weirdly and hit him in the back of the heart.

Kindness!

The man snorted again, stumbled one by one, grabbed out in one step, dodged Xue Lang's other kick, followed by a leg lift, and was about to pick up the person on the ground.

I want to run!

Xue Lang shouted, his body shook, dodged the kick, stood up like a knife, used the dragon palm, and slapped it at his ribs.

The man's ability to listen to the wind and argue is obviously super strong, and the level of night combat is not ordinary, when he felt the fierceness of this palm, a strange python turned over, gave up grabbing the person on the ground, turned around and slapped Xue Lang's chest with a palm.

Hum!

Xue Lang snorted coldly, not dodging or dodging, and that palm was still slapped out.

Boom!

The two of them hit each other almost at the same time, Xue Lang fell backwards, his chest was stuffy, his head was stunned, and his blood was surging, and he took a step back.

The man was also slapped in the chest, but unexpectedly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the man also rolled and fell to the ground.

Hey?

Xue Lang felt quite surprised, although he was dizzy and his chest was unstoppable, he felt that the other party's strength was much weaker.

After a short period of stunnedness, Xue Lang suppressed the tumbling qi and blood, and pounced on it with a brisk step, ready to give the other party a thunderous blow.

In the flutter, the mourning nail shot out.

But at the moment when his funeral nail was shot, the guy who had been lying still suddenly jumped up, and shouted hoarsely in a muffled voice: "Hurry up!" Hurry up ......"

The moment the man got up, Xue Lang kicked the guy covered in gauze, causing the second half of his words to hold in his throat and fall to the ground.

Then, he turned on the flashlight above his head, and the funeral door nail slid into his hand, and the moment the flashlight beam shone on the person who turned over and got up, he was about to shoot the funeral door nail.

But at this moment, suddenly, a violent palpitation hit.

Not good!

Xue Lang was shocked.