Yang Chen saw that the Tibetan mastiff was frightened, so he quickly put Xiaowen on his back, and let Xiaowen hug his neck tightly with both hands, clamp his waist with his legs, run two steps, and jumped up with Xiaowen on his back.

There were a lot of people around, some people dragged Wu Jianxiao up, some people rushed over, trying to get Yang Chen down, and there was a man with a homemade shotgun, who hurriedly pushed away his companions in front of him, wanting to poke the muzzle of the gun down and bombard Yang Chen.

Unfortunately, they were too slow to react.

Yang Chen had already climbed up with Xiaowen.

"Zhou Ding, leave me alone, go and kill the person surnamed Yang!" Wu Jianxiao, who was pulled by his arm by several people and dragged up, looked down at the long-haired young man who held up his body, and almost shouted and gave orders.

Zhou Ding wanted to chase and kill Yang Chen, but Wu Jianxiao's head, if he didn't hold it, the few people above might not be able to pull it, and what if he fell down again, would it be difficult to feed the dog?

Inuikegami.

Yang Chen changed his back to carry Xiaowen, successively put down more than a dozen thugs, and killed a man with a homemade shotgun in an oblique stab, facing Yang Chen, hurriedly pulling the trigger.

Life hangs by a thread.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yang Chen glanced at the poor worm curled up and wailing under his feet, and directly kicked the person into the air, crashing straight into the man with the gun, and the shotgun exploded.

The man who was kicked up and blocked the muzzle of the gun was hit by a shot and flew back, Yang Chen turned sideways and dodged the unlucky egg who was blown into rotten meat in his chest and abdomen, and he moved forward.

The person who fired the gun hurriedly loaded the bullets, but it was still slow, Yang Chen, who rushed over, raised his foot and kicked him, his feet flew upside down from the ground in an instant, Yang Chen grabbed his gun, because the gun was grabbed too tightly with both hands, the huge habit of impacting backwards pulled his two arms and dislocated, and he fell to the ground with a miserable howl, still not letting go.

Yang Chen turned the golden hoop stick with one hand, turned the body of the gun, and the man with the gun dislocated his arms twisted together, and broke out with a heart-rending scream before letting go.

At the same time, more than a dozen people rushed over brandishing machetes.

Yang Chen, who was carrying Xiaowen, turned around domineeringly and fired a shot.

The barrage formed by thousands of lead bullets sprayed out instantly covered seven or eight people, and these people immediately staggered, even if the power of homemade shotguns and homemade ammunition was limited, enough for them to walk before the ghost gate closed, even if they were not killed or injured, they had to be frightened.

Killing the people who surrounded him, Yang Chen threw away the gun that had run out of bullets and galloped towards the Wrangler off-road vehicle, thinking about Xiaowen's safety, and he must not fall in love.

Some people expected that Yang Chen would escape, so they were waiting by the off-road vehicle, but looking at Yang Chen who was rushing and the brothers who were chasing Yang Chen, they panicked, and the shotgun in their hands swayed, for fear that they would lose their accuracy and hurt their own people.

Hesitate.

Sometimes fatal.

Yang Chen, who was galloping, jumped up with all his might, carrying Xiaowen, the height and distance of the jump were still enough for him to take two steps in the air, and the leg kicked out before landing was like a **** cannonball, hitting the chest of the man who was still hesitating, this poor guy, spurting blood from his mouth, flew upside down and hit the Wrangler off-road vehicle, and was bounced back again, kneeling on his knees, looking at Yang Chen in disbelief, spitting blood and falling into the dust.

"Awesome, awesome"

The man in the dust muttered and closed his eyes.

The invincible Yang Chen was unmoved, stepped indifferently over the person's body, opened the door of the wrangler's back seat, and put Xiaowen into the car, and then he quickly sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

"Block the road with your car, don't let him run away!"

Wu Jianxiao, who was pulled onto the dog pond, roared in embarrassment, and two Land Cruisers and a Land Rover moved to resist the Wrangler off-road vehicle from three directions.

Yang Chen looked at the two Land Cruisers on both sides of the front of the dead car, and then looked back at the Land Rover on the butt of his car, the car had not yet started, and the power was not much stronger than these three cars, so it was not good to go on so anxiously.

"Yang Chen, you go, leave me alone, you will definitely escape alone." Xiaowen in the back seat was almost pleading, knowing that she was a burden to Yang Chen.

"I'm not going to leave you alone."

Yang Chen shook his head and refused Xiaowen, on the battlefield of bullets and bullets, as long as his comrades have a breath of air, he will not give up, let alone at this time.

Dozens of people took the opportunity to surround the Wrangler, frantically smashing the car with sticks and machetes, and some even bent down to tip the off-road vehicle over.

"I really don't shed tears when I don't see the coffin."

Yang Chen gritted his teeth and finished speaking, pushed the car door violently, knocked the two of them away, locked the car door while jumping out of the car, snatched a long knife from one person's hand, and turned it onto the roof of the car.

Clanging rattles.

I don't know how many people have their sticks and machetes in their hands shattered.

Some were so frightened that they couldn't help but retreat.

Yang Chen, who was on the roof of the car, slowly stood up straight, carrying a knife, and looked in all directions.

"Stand down!" Wu Jianxiao's roar came from behind the human circle, and dozens of people around the Wrangler off-road vehicle slowly dispersed, they looked up at the domineering figure standing proudly on the roof of the car, and their violent expressions could not hide the awe in their hearts, and finally understood why this young Brother Chen rose in a short time and became famous in Xijing.

The enchanting young man Zhou Ding escorted Wu Jianxiao, walked to the front of the human circle, killed the two Land Cruisers of Yang Chen's Wrangler off-road vehicle, and jumped off the two.

One is tall and one is short, two strong men, and their aura is not weak.

"Zhou Ding, you are also up." Wu Jianxiao mouthed Nunu, the enchanting young man beside him, and then turned his face to Yang Chen and shouted: "The surname Yang, I respect you as a man, not you, if you put them down, I will let you and Xiaowen live." ”

The arrogant and enchanting young man frowned, a little reluctant to play group fighting, but under the repeated urging of the master, he had no choice but to walk out of the crowd, and on the vacated field, three men with strong fighting spirit looked at Yang Chen coldly.

Yang Chen was fearless.

If you want to fight, then you will fight.

Anyway, you have to kill it, it doesn't make a difference who kills first!

Yang Chen saw the three of them bare-handed, smiled proudly, threw away the long knife in his hand, and flew to the ground, the three of them quickly surrounded Yang Chen in the center in a triangle, obviously wanting to kill Yang Chen mercilessly, except for the enchanting long-haired young man Zhou Ding, the remaining two men showed the fierceness of the Northwest outlaws, one was short and sturdy, and the other was burly, quite domineering.

The two came to Xijing for money, one life, two million.

The most expensive head the brothers have encountered for many years as killers.

Wu Jianxiao spent two million to buy Yang Chen's head, what a big deal, it is estimated that there are countless killers who want to make this money, and he is by no means incompetent to stand here.

The two men are brothers, they have practiced hard qigong for more than 20 years, they are perfect, and they are famous in the industry of taking people's money and eliminating disasters in China.

They didn't know that someone had hired Asia's number one killer to pay one million dollars for Yang Chen's head.