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"Kill"

Gan Ning's eyes were full of murderous intent overflowing, and Wu Qing and more than a dozen old brothers followed closely behind him, and the more than 2,000 Bingzhou tiger wolves did not completely spread out, but turned into a large attack array, mainly killing the red-eyed Gan Ning, setting off a monstrous killing machine.

Etiquette is still exchanged, Huaitou also refuses to show weakness, he is definitely a master, there is no doubt about this, the spear in hand, like a dragon into the sea, stirring the waves rolling, where the figure goes, it is blood splashed like a pillar, no one is his place for a move.

Close, Gan Ning hit the heart of the Xianbei people in front of him, the iron chain roared, and directly took the head of Huai Tou, the eighteen good fighters around Huai Tou, the thick killing machine locked Gan Ning in an instant, no one dared to underestimate the Han general holding the iron chain, eighteen people did not need to shout, tacitly killed towards Gan Ning, the rainstorm of killing machine, fell with a bang.

Gan Ning's face changed slightly, these eighteen people are not weak, and the bloody aura exudes from their bodies, that is, Gan Ning also has a little chill in his heart, this is a group of people born to kill, at least, in terms of killing methods, the veterans of a hundred battles can only admit that they are inferior.

Fighting against eighteen killing machines with one person, of course Gan Ning would not be so confident, behind him, the same dozen figures burst out, Huaitou had those eighteen good fighters around him, and Gan Ning also had sixteen old brothers from Jinfan behind him, although he was not a good fighter from the army, but he also had extremely rich experience in fighting, from various places in Jingzhou and Yizhou, all of them had unique skills, and they could be taken away by Gan Ning. There is no rival to the ability. How can you enter the eyes of Gan Ning's law.

The eighteen. The figures are different, the weapons are different, there are the external skills of refining the body to transform the weapon, there are also spearmen with sharp and endless guns, and the same swordsmen and iron fangs are all available, this Huaitou is not sure where to get these eighteen good hands, that is, Gan Ning, who has been going south and north for many years, has to be greatly admired. Just these eighteen people, put in the Central Plains rivers and lakes, all of them are comparable to first-class masters, in this troubled world, the masters are like cabbage, and the so-called masters who can go all over the rivers and lakes with a good hand can only shrink up.

Wu Qing and the other sixteen people rolled up sixteen clouds of smoke and dust, and in the first time, they met the eighteen figures. The sixteen old brothers who followed Gan Ning were strong and weak in martial arts. But it's not bad, the weakest is Wu Qing, who is good at detecting intelligence, saying that he is weak, but it is also relatively speaking, his martial arts are inclined to be light and smokeless, and the art of killing is relatively soft, but when it comes to escape methods, even Gan Ning has to sigh to himself, in general, these sixteen people have their own strengths, but they also have the same characteristics, that is, sharp, when it comes to various means of killing, it will definitely not be worse than the eighteen good fighters around Huaitou.

The eighteen good fighters raised by Huaitou were blocked by Gan Ning's sixteen old brothers, and Gan Ning's body swept up, and the chain suddenly let go and slapped straight down.

Huaitou holds a gun to meet him, throughout the ages, it is such a rule, when the strength is very different, besiege and fight, when the strength is not large, it is the soldier to the general, how can you mess up the rules.

Gan Ning is very strong, so strong that Huaitou feels dazzling, so, he must die, he does not die, Huaitou is not at ease, what is the heart of Tanshi Huai'an, he knows it, everyone fought for half an hour, shouting and killing, but still did not see a soldier from his own camp to help kill the enemy, what kind of ghost is that Tanshi Huai has in his heart, Huaitou can not see it, and his heart is endless.

The collision of the iron chain and the iron gun, under the night, the sparks are unusually conspicuous, flashing, and in an instant, there are more than a dozen moves in an instant, Huaitou's martial arts, compared to Murong, slightly higher than one line, Xianbei three more than a dozen adults, can definitely be ranked in the top three, this pistol technique, all by fighting and grinding, Xianbei people are like this, there is no own martial arts heritage, but every hundred years can create a peerless master, is from the most dangerous environment, stepping on dry bones and growing up.

There are more than a dozen adults in Xianbei, Murong can only rank in the top five, and Huaitou dares to provoke Tanshi Huai naturally has a means that can be matched, in the Xianbei clan, if you want to take that step, in addition to the support of a strong tribe behind you, personal martial arts are also a very important measure, and the strength of Huaitou's martial arts really surprised Gan Ning in his heart.

"Again."

Gan Ning let out an angry shout, and in an instant, the two had already exchanged more than 30 moves, each side did not have an advantage, and they fought steadily, although the moves were full of murderous opportunities, they did not use those life-threatening moves.

Huaitou's eyes were calm, and the iron spear in his hand was danced by him impenetrable, Gan Ning's iron chain was constantly shot down by this spear, and the iron chain whistled endlessly, but he still couldn't get close to Huaitou's body.

Huaitou was not afraid, and greeted it, not far away, the sound of fighting was also endless, especially the eighteen fighting masters under Huaitou and the sixteen old brothers of Gan Ning fought each other, the movement was not small, all kinds of cheers and the collision of weapons, the trees and grass in the jungle were suddenly hit, or broken, or crumbling, and it was extremely unlucky.

Gan Ning's body kept sweeping, his steps were light, like a fluttering wild goose, but not as natural and gentle as a wild goose, the iron chain in his hand, the spear on the head of the locust was rolled up, and he suddenly twitched, and in his sleeve, a short sword burst away.

People who have seen Gan Ning think that his weapon is the three- or four-meter pure iron chain, only those who are familiar with him, or the opponent who died in his hands before he dies, can know the Dao, another killing machine hidden in Gan Ning's sleeve.

The short sword is not a dagger, it is slightly longer than the dagger, but it is slightly shorter than the long sword, it is a short sword between the two, it has killed the famous iron hammer Zhou Qian, the poisonous demon Qing Lizi, these are not small people, just pull out one is enough to be a first-class general, when it comes to killing methods and notoriety, they are famous in the rivers and lakes, but they are still cut by the short sword hidden in Gan Ning's sleeve, and they can't die anymore.

The name of the short sword is called 'cliff', which means that the end of the world can be broken, although there are some exaggerated elements of rendering, but it also shows that it is sharp and can easily cut off the sword.

The blade of the cliff was unusually light and thin, and it was carried by Gan Ning, and it suddenly came out of the sheath, a flash of light appeared, Huaitou's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and in the next second, his heart was shocked, and he shouted that it was not good, and his body quickly retreated, trying to pull away the distance.

"It's late." A hint of coldness appeared in Gan Ning's eyes, he rarely used the cliff hidden in his sleeve, because few people had the qualifications to let Gan Ning pull out the cliff, and Huaitou's martial arts were more than enough.

"Wow~"

Huaitou's light armor was cracked, this set of armor was exchanged for war horses from a certain prince in the Central Plains through some special channels, ordinary knives and guns could not leave a trace, but the cliff in Gan Ning's hand poked a hole, flesh and blood bloomed, and a cone pain made Huaitou subconsciously snort in pain.

Seeing this, Gan Ning's body approached again, and with a flip of his right hand, the iron chain burst out, and he slammed it towards Huai's head.

"Your Excellency." Seeing this, those good fighters suddenly looked at each other, if something happened to Huaitou, they would not be able to escape the blame, and the clansmen behind them would also be implicated.

The eighteen people let out a roar of rage, and suddenly shook their opponents, and the cold wind howled, pounced on Gan Ning's back.

Huai Tou suffered a big loss, he didn't expect Gan Ning to carry such an extremely sharp short sword in his left sleeve, the armor on his body was easily torn apart, and a burst of pain in his chest made Huai Tou's face gradually distort, obviously enduring great pain.

The cliff sword spine opened several blood grooves before and after, as soon as it did not enter the human body, it was enough to bring up a piece of bright red flesh, Gan Ning's timing and position were extremely ingenious, Huaitou was fully vigilant against the iron chain in Gan Ning's hand, the spear was entangled by the iron chain, and he had not yet broken free, Gan Ning's body quickly approached, his left hand turned into a fist, and suddenly fell, just when Huaitou wanted to block, the cold light of the cliff appeared, and stabbed down fiercely, how good the armor on Huaitou's body was, and when it met the cliff cast by thousands of years of cold iron, it was still as weak as a layer of paper, Blood was pouring in, Gan Ning was unforgiving, and the cliff fell again, accompanied by the whistling iron chain.

"Hmph" Huaitou snorted coldly, cold sweat flowed out of his forehead, Gan Ning took the lead, and the iron spear burst out with light, although he was injured, he was still as fast as lightning and unstoppable.

He is fast, Gan Ning is faster, this Huaitou is indeed a difficult opponent, if you don't have to hurt it by the cliff, it is definitely not an easy task to take off this person's head, fortunately, Huaitou has been stabbed by the cliff, even if the will to fight is not reduced, the body's reaction will be more or less affected.

"Boom~"

The iron chain in Gan Ning's hand crushed the gun in one fell swoop, but he saw Huaitou's figure retreat more than a dozen steps quickly, and then the dozen or so fighters rushed from Gan Ning's back, and the coldness on his back made Gan Ning's heart chill.

Gan Ning knew that the time had been missed, and the killing machine behind him was enough to drown him, if he insisted on swinging the chain towards Huai's head, in the next second, his back would also become an arrow target, and more than a dozen attacks could definitely beat his back to pieces, and at that time, Gan Ning would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Wu Qing and the others looked angry, eighteen good fighters, except for four or five who were entangled, the rest of the dozen or so actually shook away the opponent and returned to Huaitou, if it weren't for their help, Huaitou couldn't escape Gan Ning's pursuit at all, no one can know better than them how miserable the end of being stabbed by the cliff is, many years ago, more than a dozen good players in the army who surrounded and suppressed Gan Ning were either solved by them one by one, or the good hands of the rivers and lakes who were also Ba County people were also overturned by Gan Ning, none of them were weak, all of them were not worse than first-class generals, But he was still beheaded, among them, the cliff contributed a lot. (To be continued......)