Chapter Two Hundred and Three: Death Battle!
The news was quickly released.
Song Zhaolin wants to go to the suburbs to talk about a big business, but no one knows which suburbs it is.
And the itinerary is strictly confidential.
No one thought that Song Zhaolin would be so desperate for money, at this time, he would dare to come out to talk about business, wouldn't he be afraid that Lan Wu would find him and destroy all his business partners?
Of course, there are also smart people who guessed that Song Zhaolin was using himself as bait to lure Lan Wu out.
And they believe that Lan Wu will definitely come out!
Even if he died, even if he knew that this was a trap under Song Zhaolin, he would definitely come!
In fact, this is not a trap at all, with Lan Wu's cunning, he must know that Song Zhaolin is using himself as bait to lure him out. This is Song Zhaolin's initiative to fight and ask Lanwu to come out to fight.
One knows that Lan Wu will definitely come out. One knows that it is a trap, but he will not let go of a golden opportunity, and he will die with Song Zhaolin.
Both are ruthless people, either live or die!
The Song family can't afford to be so consumed by Lan Wu.
Lan Wu didn't have time to spend any more time with the Song family, he had to use his last strength to make a bet, and the more he went down, the smaller his chances of succeeding in assassination.
In the afternoon, the convoy drove to the suburbs, and it was not low-key.
This is showing Lan Wu the way.
With eight cars and more than thirty bodyguards, Miao Baixie sat beside Song Zhaolin, both of them looked serious, and they didn't dare to be careless.
Whether you can destroy Lan Wu or not depends on today.
Along the way, there were no anomalies, until the convoy reached the outskirts, and everyone was nervous.
If Lan Wu wants to make a move, it must be in a place where there are few people in the suburbs.
The eight cars were driving slowly, as if they were waiting for Lan Wu to appear, but today it was a little weird, such a good opportunity, half of the trip was gone, and Lan Wu hadn't even appeared yet.
"I thought he was really not afraid of death, it seems that he is also a guy who is afraid of death, and he doesn't dare to come!"
In the car, Song Zhaolin sneered, a little disdainful of Lan Wu.
Lan Wu is seriously injured now, he must not dare to come out again, he still overestimates Lan Wu too much.
Having said that, Song Zhaolin was still a little nervous, after all, it was a matter of life and death.
Moreover, if Lan Wu didn't come out, when he recovered from his injuries, it would be even more difficult to deal with, and Song Zhaolin would never allow such a thing to happen.
"Park on the side of the road and get out!"
With a gloomy face, he directly let the eight cars stop on the side of the road.
Miao Baiye seemed to want to say something, but he moved his mouth and didn't speak.
The head of the family is determined to use himself as a bait to lure Lan Wu out today, maybe Lan Wu is nearby now, and only the more he is exposed, he may appear.
After getting out of the car, the bodyguards immediately surrounded Song Zhaolin and surrounded Song Zhaolin, and Miao Baixie was still closely protected.
"I'll finish the trip today, I see if he dares to come out!"
Seeing that Lan Wu had not appeared for a long time, Song Zhaolin seemed to have a lot of confidence in his heart.
The whole team was walking forward, and just a few steps away, all of a sudden, the bodyguard who was walking in the front suddenly turned around, holding two knives and killing two companions on the spot!
Song Zhaolin and Lan Wu were shocked when they saw that face!
That face looks very young, but those murderous eyes are Lan Wu!
"Die!"
Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Lan Wu suddenly burst out, dancing with two knives in his hands, killing the Song family's bodyguards one after another.
He lurked for two days, just to wait for this opportunity, and now the opportunity has finally come!
Lan Wu killed several people in a row in the shortest time, and then slid under a car in an instant, and when he came out again, the double knives had been replaced by his big knife.
This guy actually hid his personal murder weapon under the car!
"Quick! Kill him! Kill him! ”
Song Zhaolin's legs were weak and he screamed in horror.
Miao Baiye pulled him back again and again, commanded all the bodyguards to rush up, and vowed to kill Lan Wu here today.
But Lan Wu, how can he easily block it?
Even though his face was pale, and blood was already pouring out of his original wound without being injured at the moment, he was still the killing god!
A knife in hand, unstoppable!
At this time, Lan Wu was already red-eyed, and he seemed to know that his limit was approaching, even if he burned his own life, he would have to pull Song Zhaolin to accompany him to the funeral.
One knife, one knife!
Ten steps to blood spattered!
It was as if Shura in hell had crawled out, and the Song family's bodyguards had no ability to resist at all.
In just a few moments, half of the people had already fallen.
Lan Wu was also covered in blood, he was so injured that he didn't rest at all.
But the expression on the face, hideous! Terror!
Suddenly, a dagger shot at him quickly, and Lan Wu raised his hand and slashed the dagger away.
But in the next second, a figure rushed over, raising his hand to be an iron whip, and it fell far away on Lan Wu's head.
This whip directly knocked Lan Wu to the ground.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was in a trance.
Miao Baixie is a real martial arts master, stronger than Ling Daoyang, the first master of the Ning family, everyone in the north knows that Miao Baixie is a whip practitioner and has practiced all his life.
A person's lifelong commitment to a certain field is enough to do anything to the extreme! It is rumored that Miao Baixie's most powerful whip can beat an adult to death, and his whip is sharper than a knife!
But the whip just now was whipped on Lan Wu's body, and even on his head.
Lan Wu actually stood up again!
"What!"
Miao Baiye was dumbfounded, looking at the madman in front of him incredulously.
I saw Lan Wu spitting blood in his mouth, and the big knife in his hand, but he was still clutching it.
This madman didn't say a word at all, roared angrily, raised his knife and rushed towards Miao Baixie.
"You're looking for death!"
Miao Baixie frowned violently, and swung another whip, stalking Lan Wu's big sword.
Lan Wu gritted his teeth and held on to his stump body, trying to break free from the shackles of Miao Baixie. But his injuries were so badly that he couldn't break free at all!
"Lao Miao, kill him for me! Avenge my son! Avenge the dead souls of my Song family! ”
Seeing that Miao Baixie had the upper hand, Song Zhaolin became ecstatic and shouted at Miao Baixie excitedly.
"The head of the family put it down, even if the Da Luo Immortal is here today, he can't save him!"
Miao Baiye sneered, and with a sharp force in his hand, he directly pulled Lan Wu towards him.
He was shocked! Lan Wu refused to let go until he died! This guy took advantage of the situation and rushed over directly with a knife!
At that moment, Miao Baixie's soul was about to be scared away.
This person's martial will is too strong!
He panicked, hurriedly threw away the iron whip in his hand, and ducked back.
"K-"
Lan Wu missed the knife and directly slashed the knife on the concrete floor, and suddenly sparks splashed, and the hard cement ground was actually split out of a ravine!
"Old thief! Take your life! ”
With an angry roar, Lan Wu's gaze fell directly on Song Zhaolin.
Song Zhaolin was shocked, and sat on the ground frightened by Lan Wu's terrifying strength.
"Don't take the old man in your eyes!"
Miao Baiye blocked it in an instant, and easily knocked Lan Wu back with one palm.
He shot one after another, without a whip, and beat Lan Wu back again and again with his bare hands, without the power to fight back.
Lan Wu was exhausted, all his physical functions were constantly declining, and his condition was extremely poor. A few slashes in succession, all of which made Miao Baiye easily avoid, and the last punch directly knocked him out.
After landing heavily, Lan Wu's pupils began to dilate, but he still didn't throw down the knife in his hand, desperately trying to stand up again.
Seeing such a scene, Song Zhaolin felt fear from the bottom of his heart.
What kind of monster is this, it's almost dying, and it still has such a strong will!
"Run! I see how you're going to run away today! ”
Miao Baixie picked up the iron whip and whipped it on Lan Wu one after another.
The white bones of the Sen Sen were revealed, and Lan Wu had been torn apart, but he didn't let out a scream.
Appalling!
"Master Long, I can't hold on......"
Lan Wu's pupils began to dilute, and the hand holding the knife gradually began to lose strength.
Just as he was about to close his eyes completely, countless gunshots suddenly sounded in his ears!
In a trance, he saw the horror on Miao Baixie's face.