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The terrifying consumption of repeatedly urging the 'Whip of the Gods', coupled with the pain of his arms entering his body, finally made Yang Meng unable to continue to hold on after the disastrous victory.

Silk......

Reluctantly taking a deep breath and swallowing it into his stomach, Yang Meng looked at Ruoli's face rushing over, smiled bitterly and fainted.

"Fierce son!"

Wang Wei hurriedly moved, and with a shock of his hand, he pulled out the white-clothed warrior who rushed up at the same time, and waited until his fingers pinched Yang Meng's veins, and then gradually relieved his heart, "Hurry up, go back to the Red Mansion, now only Master Long can save him!" ”

Ruoli wiped his blurred eyes, gritted his teeth and grabbed the unconscious Yang Meng, turned around and ran out, but before he could run out of the courtyard gate, a group of ninjas dressed in black raised their long knives from afar, and rushed towards the three of them with broken steps...... More than 20 ninjas armed with long knives looked a little short, but the cold light flashed on their hands, which made Ruoli stagnate slightly, "It's okay if you can't rush out, but what about the fierce son?" ”

The sound of the wind flickered, and Wang Wei rushed straight from behind, and despite the dangerous glint in the eyes of those masked ninjas, he still rushed out without hesitation.

The surging qi and blood in his body flowed around, Wang Wei looked at the running posture of the knife hand, and clearly felt the piercing murderous aura, "Rush with me!" ”

Syllable!

A ring with a long fist, slapping the long knife that slashed and fell diagonally, at the same time, it also released people like kites, and it was rare that behind him, there were two ninjas who had just rushed into the attack distance, and now they were also hit by their own people.

Wang Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt the strength of the peak of Ming Jin from the assassin's hand, and the rhythm of his hands and feet also changed unconsciously, like a poisonous dragon coming out of a hole, burrowing into the surging crowd and sword light, like a fierce general of a royal horse and spear, and he could also take the human level among ten thousand people.

Bang, a whip leg was pulled out, and another assassin who slipped through the net was kicked by Ruoli and broke his knees and fell to the ground wailing, facing the surging knife light, this woman with a face like a peach blossom finally exploded, like a female tiger crisscrossing between the white mountains and black waters outside the pass, followed by Wang Wei, who was swinging his fists like a hammer and throwing his arms like a whip, and rushed up with punches and kicks on a hard bridge.

Huangfu Song in the distance took a deep breath of cold air, but he didn't expect that the two of them were still imposing in the face of the long knives on the street, "Can these warriors really ignore death......"

This group of seemingly thin ninjas is actually the most elite killer team in Dark Willow, the last time Yang Meng was in the Peace Hotel, it was they who were ambushed, but they were facing opponents who were a little inconvenient to move, why did these ninjas give up the hidden weapon and choose to fight with a long knife instead?

"This is the integrity and soul of martial artists, even if they have been cultivated by assassins since they were young, but in this situation of bullying the widow with many people, the martial artist's temperament that has been immersed in their bones for more than 20 years makes them subconsciously forget the means of hidden weapons, and instead choose to kill!"

Huangfu Song turned his head to look at Kotaro Zongfang, whose face suddenly looked a little old, and his heart unconsciously became more and more disdainful, "Tang Shou, who manipulated public opinion, preached to Funakoshi Yoshikuma, but in the end, he got this result, I think the staff headquarters should let him go into the wilderness, if he can take the position, then he can have the identity and real name of the Zongjia......"

Kotaro Munakata looked at Huangfu Song's somewhat strong gaze, and a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Do you think that if you leave the three of them, you will definitely be able to do my position......

"Subordinates don't dare to ......"

Kotaro Munakata shook his head, changing his previous lofty momentum, but instead changing the tone of an elder, "I am fully responsible for this mistake, the staff headquarters will definitely transfer me back to China or go directly to the Kwantung Army, only you are the only one here in Shanghai who has the qualifications to have this overview of the overall situation, and I have already handed over your recommendation letter last week......"

"Munakata-san ......"

Huangfu Song was overjoyed in his heart, but he made an expression of shame mixed with gratitude on his face, but before he could continue, Kotaro Munakata waved his hand again, "Listen to me, this Yang Meng must die today, and those two people had better not stay......"

"Why?"

"The death of the person who put forward the theory of national arts, it is a blow to these people in the martial arts and even Chinese, if all three of them dedicate themselves, it will arouse the blood in the hearts of the people, although you are good at layout and execution, but in the overall strategic view, there are still some limitations, Liu Shengjun......"

Huangfu Song's heart sank slightly, and he suddenly admired this boss and opponent who was also a teacher and friend, "My eyes and mind are not as good as one ten-thousandth of yours, and I also ask Sokata-san to continue to be in charge of the Nissin Trade Research Institute, and I will take ......care of it on the side of the staff headquarters."

"Yaga, as a dark willow student, your first goal in life is to be proud of joining the clan family, have your own real name, and walk in the sun, I am old, the southern capital of the Great Japanese Empire in the Qing Kingdom, should be given to young people......"

After saying this, Kotaro Munakata's face unconsciously became sacred, "For the sake of the Great Japanese Empire, the task of killing Yang Meng will be handed over to you......"

"Hay!"

Huang Fusong pulled the black scarf on the bridge of his nose, bowed respectfully, and then took out the long knife on his back and quietly disappeared into the darkness of the corner, but in the sound of fighting on the long street in the distance, there was a voice that was difficult to distinguish.

"Fool, as a superior, the threat that may arise from killing a qiē is the first priority......"

Seeing that this most powerful subordinate had disappeared into the declining assassins, Kotaro Munakata suddenly showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then he didn't look at the long street again, but turned around and walked into the gym......

Bang bang......

Four more assassins were hit by Wang Wei in the throat, ears, heart sockets and knees, and the fierce and thick hammer force flashed through the whole body like an electric shock, and before the long knife in his hand continued to split, he suddenly trembled, and fell to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth.

The violent and rapid collapse and the immediacy of the cannon hammer force have obviously violated the conventional boxing principles of Taiji, but under Wang Wei's subtle control of qi and blood, not only does he combine the dark energy with the body, but he can even perfectly combine the hammer strength of Yang's Taiji and the whip hand of Chen's Taiji, and as for his feet, he is still taking advantage of the terrain and the obstacles of the crowd, constantly using the assassins in front of him to block or dodge more sword light.

Of course, under this kind of chaotic knife, even if his fists and feet have reached strength, and his fists have almost broken through the sound barrier, it is still inevitable that the long knife will be gently grazed or scratched, but fortunately, under his supernatural intuition, he will always move his body to twist or dodge at the moment when the blade reaches his body.

Ruoli guarded behind Wang Wei, who was incarnated as an angry-eyed King Kong, the number of punches and kicks was no less, but he was dragged down by Yang Meng who was carrying behind him, but instead left one or two real flesh and blood blurred knife marks on his legs and arms.

A sharp cold light cut through Ruoli's somewhat impatient palm again, just feeling the lover behind her, she suddenly forgot the pain on her body, and the other punch hit the opponent's navel, hitting the masked black scarf full of spurting blood and shards of internal organs.

In this extremely dangerous situation, Ruo's fighting spirit in the centrifugal was unprecedentedly high, making her fist intent unconsciously bring out a trace of volcanic turbulence and fierceness.

Women, when death envelops their lovers or children, their physical and even mental explosions are often much more terrifying than men.

What's more, under Wang Wei's deliberate cover, she had already turned into a waiting Medusa, revealing fatal fangs and eyes, waiting for the prey that could appear at any time.

Many crises erupt, often only for a moment.

Just when Wang Wei brazenly opened the long street, and with the most simple cloud hand, he threw the two assassins beside him outward like a whirlwind, crashed through the brick wall on the right, and turned his head to look back with a long breath, a trace of hidden edge to the extreme came quietly, and the target was naturally Yang Meng, who was still lying unconscious on Ruoli's back.

"Watch out for hidden weapons!"

Ruoli felt a twitch in his heart, and then felt a piercing chill flashing behind him, and in the danger, he couldn't care about the assassins who still couldn't stop pounce on both sides, and his body suddenly became shorter, and he bowed forward like a tiger, facing the oncoming long knife, his eyes suddenly fell into a clear and indescribable angle, and then he felt that except for Yang Meng behind him and the edge in front of him, there was nothing else around.

Zheng!

Ruoli's little white hand seemed to be boneless, first flicked his fingertips on the body of the knife, then his wrist turned like a cow's tongue curling grass, and he grabbed the back of the knife first, and then rolled in the air like a dragon, and the other hand quickly reached out and punched the assassin's throat bone, making a clicking sound......

All......

Despite this, if he still fell out of the distance with Yang Meng, if Wang Wei hadn't turned around again and entered the crowd to respond, I am afraid that this sneak attack would have caused irreparable regret.

"You go first, I'll cut it off!"

Looking at Ruo Li, whose eyes were red, regardless of the blood red of his hands and face, and suddenly pounced on Yang Meng like a mad tiger, Wang Wei suddenly felt that in a corner of his heart, he was deeply moved by this little couple, rolled up little by little, grabbed two long knives casually, and fought and retreated on the long street.

Ruoli looked at the darkness in the distance, and boundless killing intent surged in his heart, but he just looked at Yang Meng, who was breathing like nothing in front of him, and his face was as pale as wax paper, and his eyes were blurred again, "I remember your figure, don't let me see you!" ”

Hatefully dropped a sentence, if you run away from Yang Meng on your back, even if you are shocked by passers-by along the way, you can't take care of it, but Hongkou District is so big, and you are eager to run back to the French Concession like this, even if it is fast, I am afraid that it will be a little too late in time.

"Comrade Ruoli, this way!"

A black sedan suddenly came out of the alley, revealing Tao Chengzhang's somewhat anxious face, and on the other side, Wang Wei also cut down the assassins who were chasing him again, turned around and retreated, "Get in the car, go to the Red Mansion......

Under the shade of the trees in the distance, Huangfu Song was a little afraid, watching a few people rush out of the encirclement, and he breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, "I hope you can go well and let more people know that the mad monkey is still alive......"

After speaking, the corners of Huangfu Song's mouth suddenly turned up slightly, looking at the buildings in the distance, although they couldn't see each other's eyes, but he believed that Munakata Kotaro would definitely be the same as him, staring at him deadly, "Munakata-san, thank you for teaching me for so long, I will have my own name, walk under the sun, and wait quietly for you to wail in the dark, watching yourself decay and decay little by little......"

There are less than a thousand collections that are enough for 10,000, brothers work hard, recommend tickets to come and come hehe, just came back and haven't eaten, send a second shift to the brothers to cushion their stomachs......