An Qisheng leaned back, the spear in his right hand wrapped around Ito's arm, and his left hand frantically pulled the trigger, and a shuttle of bullets poured out.

His marksmanship can only be said to be average, but the two are only two or three meters apart, this distance, as long as you are not a severe Parkinson's patient, it is impossible to miss!

"Ahh

Makoto Ito shouted, this distance is too close, even if it is him, it is impossible to dodge!

Blood flowers immediately bloomed on his body.

But his long knife was in front of him, blocking the two deadliest shots.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, he shouted that he was about to slash this enemy who had no samurai spirit to death.

Call!

The moment the bullet was finished, An Qisheng drew his gun and retreated, dodging the light of the knife.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Makoto Ito's eyes were bloodshot, and his body exploded forward, his long knife swinging to cut through the airflow.

Withdraw!

Withdraw!

Withdraw!

An Qisheng exerted force under his feet, turned around and left, secretly surprised in his heart.

Two or three meters apart, the nine bullets in the gun were naturally not wasted, except for the two that were blocked by the long knife, the remaining seven rounds were all on this knifeman.

But even though he was covered in blood and was shot in the chest and abdomen, his action of stepping and swinging the knife was not too deformed!

On the contrary, the sword light became more and more violent, full of more ferocious killing machines.

At this moment, Wang Zhixuan dropped the body of the gunman in his hand and stepped out.

Call!

Moving like lightning, like a meteor chasing the moon!

In just three steps, Wang Zhixuan stepped over dozens of meters, swept past An Qisheng, shrunk his body, and with a flick, he squeezed into the sword light wielded by Ito Cheng.

"Wang Zhixuan!"

An Qisheng's heart was shocked, and he only heard the roar of the Fusang swordsman, followed by the sound of the bones exploding like a cannon.

When he stopped and looked, he saw Wang Zhixuan standing with a knife, and the powerful Fusang swordsman had already been thrown up like a straw, and blood was spurting from his mouth.

Bang!

He slammed into Qiang for three or four seconds before he slid down softly.

"Ho ho~"

Makoto Ito's body twitched twice, and before he could say a word, he was silent.

A collision is just a separation, and life and death are separated.

"It's far worse than Zhao Huangtian, it's worse than Shan Zhuang ......."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly and threw away the knife casually.

An Qisheng looked carefully, in addition to the two dents on the knife that were shot, there were two faint finger prints.

A master of chemical strength, she actually snatched the knife by her!

"It's good, but the marksmanship is too bad."

Wang Zhixuan glanced at An Qisheng, dropped a sentence, and turned around and disappeared into the night.

Gunfire continued in the distance, and the battle was not over.

"Poor ......"

An Qisheng smiled bitterly and turned to walk towards the place where the gunshots came.

After taking two steps, he turned back, took out a pistol and put it away, and picked up the knife that Wang Zhixuan had thrown away.

The material of this knife is excellent, although it is thin, it is not easy to break, and it can be regarded as a treasure.

Although he doesn't use a knife, he may be able to sell it for a good price if he hangs it in the forum.

After doing all this, he walked towards the place where the gunfire had been heard, with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other.

The manor was full of blood, and there were corpses everywhere.

An Qisheng's steps were not slow, and in a short time he had already reached the place where the manor was closest to him, and where the gunshots rang out.

However, the battle here is also nearing its end.

When he came, the last scene he saw was a Fuso swordsman kneeling on the ground, and in front of him, a woman dressed elegantly.

In the battlefield where the corpses were ambushed everywhere, there was such a woman who couldn't help but attract An Qisheng's attention.

"This is the helper Wang Zhixuan asked?"

Anqisheng stopped.

The woman was dressed in white, and her figure and appearance were excellent, but there were too many beauties these days, and it was not for nothing that there were various retouched pictures on the Internet that were more beautiful than her.

What makes people unconsciously attracted to it is her temperament.

She stood quietly, even though there were pools of blood all around, but it also gave people a sense of tranquility and tranquility.

Like a stream of autumn water, reflecting the bright moon, in the empty valley, the bamboo forest is secluded.

"This is the second lady of the Gong family, Gong Qingzhu! He is also the number two person in the Gong family today, holding the real estate, finance, and ocean trade of the Gong family, and his position in the Gong family is very important. ”

Luo Neng didn't know where to get out, and looked at the woman not far away, his eyes were very bright:

"It's amazing that Dr. Wang can invite this person out."

Anderson glanced at Lornon.

He was neat and tidy, without the slightest smoke and blood, it was not like he had participated in a battle to destroy the door, but he had come to go out.

"Coincidentally, the place I chose to sneak in is the place where the Gong family shot, and I have fired three shots so far."

Luo Neng chatted with An Qisheng casually, his eyes did not leave the palace Qingzhu.

"This second lady of the palace is also a master of strength, I don't know how to compare to Wang Zhixuan......"

An Qisheng was also looking at Gong Qingzhu, but his focus was completely different.

In martial arts, men are born with greater advantages than women, and they are great masters throughout the ages, mostly men.

But now, it's different.

With the development of science and technology and the progress of civilization, it is not only the status of women that has changed, but also more and more female masters.

"Miss, it's here, let's go back."

A figure walked out of the night, came to the woman without squinting, bowed slightly, and handed over a silk scarf.

But it was the old man named Gong Sanyang who went to pick up Wang Zhixuan during the day.

"Is it all right? Xuanxuan finally begged me once, and I wanted to do it beautifully. ”

Gong Qingzhu took the silk scarf and wiped his hands, and said softly.

"Miss, don't worry, the chickens and dogs are not left, they are clean."

Gong Sanyang smiled slightly:

"If it hadn't been for a master on the road, it would have been solved long ago."

"The third uncle said that he was a master, so he must be a master."

Gong Qingzhu pointed to the corpse in front of him:

"This person is using Aikido's kung fu, you have to check it, his background, if there is a teacher, it will all be over."

Gong Sanyang nodded.

At this time, Wang Zhixuan came to the venue with Jiang Shili in his arms.

Jiang Shili's face was a little pale, and his shoulders and clothes were red, as if he had been shot.

"Sister Jiang, are you injured?"

Gong Qingzhu frowned slightly.

"Two shots."

Jiang Shili let go of Wang Zhixuan and bowed to Gong Sanyang:

"Thank you, Third Uncle."

"It's just a trivial matter, Miss Jiang is too polite."

Gong Sanyang waved his hand slightly, the lights turned on in the night, and several cars drove directly to the manor:

"Miss, you and Miss Wang, Miss Jiang will go back first, and I'll do the rest."

"The third uncle has work."

Gong Qingzhu nodded, and got into the car with Wang Zhixuan.

"Let's go, too."

Luo Neng glanced at An Qisheng.

An Qisheng nodded, and got into a car with Luneng.

In the car, Luo Neng learned his lesson and said nothing.

An Qisheng was a little sleepy, half-closed his eyes, and recuperated.

Although the previous battle with the Fusang swordsman was short, it consumed a lot of physical strength and energy.

After the battle between life and death, my heart was a little empty.

It seems that I miss the feeling of being on the line between life and death.

"Delusion, delusion, how could I like to fight and kill......."