The thought of the weekend made the whole person startled, he felt that he was abandoned, abandoned in the corner of life, and would die if he was not careful.

It was also the weekend that the thought flashed through his mind when he heard a scream: "Ah......hhhhh

It was a female voice who screamed, and on the weekend, I subconsciously thought that something had happened to Su Daji, but when I listened carefully, it wasn't.

"Kaylin, is that you?" The weekend knew very well that making a noise in this billowing smoke was deadly, because it risked revealing one's place.

Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, his facial muscles began to jump wildly, a feeling of being in the cold and freezing and walking forward with difficulty in the cold wind.

The edge of the Japanese katana was discovered at the moment when it was wiped against the neck of the weekend.

With both feet paused, the weekend hurriedly retreated, he wanted to dodge the attack of the long knife, but the Japanese samurai moved fast, no matter how the weekend retreated and dodged, the katana could always follow him, the blade was on the weekend's neck, and the slightest mistake would be in a different place!

In a moment, the weekend's body has reached the wall of the practice room, the tempered wall is cold, and it is impossible to take another step back on the weekend!

"Die!" The Japanese samurai gritted his teeth, and as he said this, the katana finally pressed against Weekend's shoulder, and the blade reached Weekend's neck, and Weekend already felt that the katana was drinking blood.

"How can you die so easily?" Weekend let out a reluctant roar, and at the same time, his large hand turned into a claw, and he firmly grasped the blade of the Japanese katana.

"Dare to grab my knife with your hand? Look for death! The Japanese samurai let out another low roar, and his wrist sank as he held the knife in both hands, and the blade that had swept towards Weekend's neck turned to cut into Weekend's palm.

Although there is an iron sand palm on the weekend, after all, the body is flesh and blood, and the blade of the katana is really sharp, and the person who got it holds the knife with both hands and uses dead force, so as soon as the weekend's hand grabs the blade, he feels that his palm is cut by the blade.

The weekend knew very well that if he let go, the katana would most likely slash directly at his head, so he fought the danger of the hand holding the knife being broken by the katana, and raised his other hand again, the iron sand palm, and slapped it on the chest of the Japanese samurai at a speed that ordinary people could not see.

Syllable!

This palm, the weekend used dark energy, can block the two hundred yards of fast-moving shot put.

With a muffled sound, the Japanese samurai received a slap in the chest, and the whole person was directly beaten to the ground, and even the katana was released.

On the weekend, without waiting for the Japanese samurai to fall to the ground, he threw the katana out as a hidden weapon with his backhand.

"Ah......h

After such a while, there was an air conditioner sucking in the smoke, so the practice room at this time began to gradually become clearer, although it was still hazy, but it did not affect the sight of the weekend, just like being in a foggy morning, within ten steps, you can see clearly.

On the weekend, I saw with my own eyes that the Japanese samurai sword he threw out was inserted into the Japanese samurai who was falling to the ground, and the tip of the knife was straight into the chest of the Japanese samurai, piercing his back, the Japanese samurai screamed, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, it should have been stabbed in the heart, and his eyes were dilated on the spot, and he died.

"Daddy!" This scene happened to be seen by Chizuru, this Japanese girl suddenly burst out of the smoke, and she didn't care about the murderous situation in the practice room at this time, she suddenly knelt down in front of the Japanese samurai.

Blood flowed from the samurai's vests, staining the toughened ground with blood in an instant, and Chizuru knelt on her knees, her knees red with blood.

"Over the weekend, I'm going to kill you!" The revenge of killing her father made Chizuru's anger burn instantly, and she didn't care about anything, she directly pulled out the katana inserted in the chest of the Japanese samurai, held the knife in both hands, and rushed towards the weekend with a roar.

The katana was held high above Chizuru's head, and when she ran, it was also extremely fast, even more terrifying than the average man, and with a breath of effort, she pounced in front of the weekend, and the raised katana slashed down like a guillotine.

This is a life-and-death fight, and if the Japanese samurai hadn't been brought down just now on the weekend, the person who died now would have been himself. So, I didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong with the weekend. After a moment's hesitation, Weekend's brow furrowed slightly, and when the katana in Chizuru's hand was almost slashing at his head, he suddenly raised his fist and smashed it into the katana.

After all, Chizuru is not the Japanese samurai, and her sword skills are much worse than her father's, so although her action of raising her knife to slash at the weekend is very ferocious, but the power is not enough to make the weekend afraid.

The raised fist smashed into the blade of the katana, making a crisp sound:

Zheng!

In the next second, the katana was smashed by a single punch to the waist.

Chizuru, who was holding the half of the katana with the hilt, fell directly at the feet of the weekend due to the inertia of his body.

However, Chizuru did not give up, she didn't care about wiping the tears from her face, her left hand held the ground, and her right hand held a short knife to slash Weekend's ankle.

"I don't know what to do!" Weekend was furious, he just remembered that Chizuru was a woman, so the fist that smashed into the blade of the knife did not hit Chizuru's chest, but he didn't expect his kindness to be exchanged for Chizuru's red-eyed revenge.

Anyway, it's a fact that I killed Chizuru's dad on the weekend!

In this case, I don't think about whether Chizuru is a woman or not on the weekend, since it is an enemy, it must be killed, otherwise, one day the enemy will kill himself.

Bend your knees, raise your feet, easily dodge the broken knife from Chizuru, and then don't stop on the weekend, and kick Chizuru in the ribs of the waist hard.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Chizuru was kicked far away like a ball by the weekend, and her eyes were dark, and she closed her eyes at that time, and she didn't know if she was dead or fainted.

After a series of fights, the smoke in the practice room had completely dissipated, and everything was clearly visible except for the pungent smell of smoke.

At this time, in the practice room, the Muay Thai master was still lying on the ground wailing, the Chizuru father and daughter had also fallen, and the black mercenary who had just entered the practice room and worked on the weekend was also dead.

The only ones who could stand were the other two mercenaries, who stood on their left and right, ten steps away, and X and Su Daji, at this time, were standing on the plum blossom stake, surrounded by more than a dozen beauties, and Kai Lin was among them, but she was supported by two companions, and these women spontaneously divided into two groups, one side was X's people, and the other was Su Daji's people.

Chizuru was kicked by the weekend and didn't know whether she was alive or dead, Su Daji saw it in her eyes, smiled, the corners of her mouth pulled a not too exaggerated arc, and her gaze fell on the X on the opposite side like autumn water: "Mr. X, your people have almost been killed by my companions!" ”

"Three years ago, when you were still in New York, you said that you were going back to Huaxia to train a partner who was as good as you, congratulations, you succeeded." Mr. X was unmoved, and didn't even glance at how many of the people he brought with him had already been killed by the weekend, and when he said this, he also looked at Su Daji's autumn-like eyes.

"Yes!" Suda nodded as if she were chatting with an old friend.

"Don't be too happy, your artwork, I'm going to destroy it, that's what I said three years ago." As soon as X's words came out, the two mercenaries who surrounded the weekend nodded slightly.

In the next second, the two took off the gas masks on their heads, and even the camouflage uniforms on their bodies.

Both were white, the same height, the same body shape, and after the gas masks were removed, they were even surprised to find that the two looked exactly the same.

Not only does he look the same, but he also looks and moves, nodding at X at the same time, taking off his gas mask at the same time, and starting to take off his camouflage uniform at the same time.

After taking off the camouflage uniform, the two white men wore the same thing, a white taekwondo uniform with a black belt around their waists representing the taekwondo rank.

"Let me introduce you!" X looked very gentlemanly, and when he said this, he even bent down slightly, and then pointed to the two white men who looked exactly the same, and then said to Su Daji, "These two are the two boxers I have carefully cultivated since you left New York, and their brothers are twins, and they have been rampant throughout Chinatown in the past few years, and what Wing Chun masters, Bagua boxing masters, and Tai Chi descendants have all been defeated by their brothers." ”

"Huh!" Su Daji just smiled and didn't express her opinion.

Surrounded by white twins, the weekend seemed excited, or rather arrogant, and he said, "I can do a two-on-one!" ”

While speaking, the weekend really made a move, without dragging the mud and water: "Sister Su, you kill that stupid fork in red clothes, and the twins are handed over to me!" ”

As he spoke, Weekend had already perched in front of the white man on the left, and raised his hand to slap the other man's face.

"Good!" The female goblin Su Daji is also a hot-blooded person, even if she is a woman, almost at the same time as the weekend shot, she also pauses on the plum blossom stake under her feet on her tiptoes, and then pounces on Mr. X.

"It hasn't changed at all, and it won't give my old friend a chance to relate to the old love!" X's face was cold, and he also pounced on Su Daji.

The white twins are worthy of being able to sweep the Chinese art world in Chinatown, and their reflexes are even amazed over the weekend.

Almost at the same time as the iron sand palm slapped on the face of one of the white men, the white man suddenly raised his hand and swung his fist, his fist was very tricky, as if he knew that the palm of the weekend was powerful, so he did not touch the palm of the weekend, but attacked the wrist of the weekend.

Although there is enough reserve of dark energy for the weekend, up to now, the dark energy can only be in the palms of both palms, the soles of the feet and feet, and as for the rest of the body, the dark energy cannot be used yet, according to Su Daji, this is not yet through the second pulse of Ren Du.

Therefore, seeing the white man's fist smashing into his wrist, the iron sand palm of the weekend took the opportunity to retract and waved his other hand to attack the white man's waist and abdomen.

At the same time, another white man came up to him, standing behind Weekend and joining his brother in the weekend, striking Weekend in the back of the head with an uppercut.

After all, the other party is two people, so the weekend is faintly at a loss, and two fists are hard to beat four hands, that's what it means.

Feeling the back of his head cold, Weekend's body leaned forward again, he regarded himself as a tiger, his hands, feet, and even his head were leaning towards the white man in front of him, dodging the attack of the white man behind him, while his slap to the white man in front of him suddenly exerted force, containing a dark energy.

However, the white man in front of him also reacted super quickly, almost at the same time as Weekend raised his palm to hit his waist and abdomen, his fist had already been met, and he was also going to attack Weekend's wrist.

However, with the lessons of the previous one over the weekend, how could this white man succeed this time again? The reason why the palm that was waved out only used was a dark force, there was an element of temptation, but more importantly, it was because this palm was a bluff, and the real killing move was the other hand that had just been forced to retreat by the white man.

The hand slapped the man on the shoulder while the white man was not looking.

Contains fifty percent of the dark energy, and is confident on the weekend, this palm can shoot a living scalper to the ground.

Sure enough, after the white man who was almost hugged by him received this palm, there was a crisp sound from the shoulder bones, and the whole person suddenly collapsed and fell straight to the ground.

It was also at this same time that Weekend received a punch in the back, a black punch from the white man behind him while he was preoccupied with his fellow brother.

The white man behind him over the weekend was obviously more powerful than the white man who had been slapped by him, and even better than the Muay Thai master and the Japanese samurai.

Therefore, the back was slapped hard by the white man, and the whole person fell to the ground directly in the posture of eating on the weekend.

The white man was killed, so when Weekend fell, he threw another punch straight into Weekend's spine.

“gameover！” If the spine bone is broken, the weekend will be half paralyzed, and it is no wonder that the white man screams with excitement.