The speed of people and bullets sounded really sensational, but Chen Xuan just did it, he ran and his body flashed left and right, avoiding all the bullets accurately.

Before the gunfire stopped, Chen Xuan had already come to Pan Weixiang, and at the same time, in the eyes of everyone, his blurred figure became clear in an instant.

The corners of Chen Xuan's mouth raised an arc, and he stretched out his right hand to clasp his head, Pan Weixiang clearly heard that his skull made a squeezed clicking sound, and it was in danger of shattering at any time.

The master's life was in the hands of the other party, and the men in the masks stopped pulling the trigger, and could only poke in place and stare dryly.

"Do you want to live?" Chen Xuan's face did not have any emotion or color, like a bottomless lake, which made Pan Weixiang sink to the bottom.

A man who moves faster than a bullet, he saw it for the first time in his life. It turns out that this rough-looking mainland boy is the one who hides the deepest.

Before, Pan Weixiang had always scoffed at some supernatural abilities, but Chen Xuan only took a few seconds to make him have an incomparable awe of supernatural abilities and ghosts.

At this time, Chen Xuan was a god, and their group of people were ants-like existence. Pan Weixiang even felt that he was not as good as an ant, an ant still had life and a soul, and at this time he had become a lifeless shell.

His body trembled, his legs weakened, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Yes, please let me go......" Pan Weixiang begged with tears in his eyes.

"Then what to do, do I still need to teach you?"

"Throw the gun away, quick!"

When the masked men heard this, they all threw their guns on the ground.

"Well, that's pretty much it. Chen Xuan nodded reluctantly, "But you're too calculating, I still can't trust you." ”

"This ......" Pan Weixiang's eyes widened, and as soon as the words came out, the back of his head was smashed, and then his eyes turned black, and the whole person fell to the ground.

In fact, not everyone was intimidated, and there were still those who did not believe in evil.

With a snort, an iron fist struck from behind Chen Xuan, with the momentum of splitting stones and dividing gold, and the speed was extremely fast, making it impossible to avoid.

A master can see and hear in all directions, while Chen Xuan can perceive the surrounding situation at 360 degrees without dead ends, because not only his eyes and ears, but every inch of skin on his body can act as his sensory organs.

"Danger!" Xing Nana, who was not far away, saw it clearly and hurriedly shouted.

If he heard her reminder and moved again, Chen Xuan would definitely be hit.

The human body has its specific structure, which is destined to make a lot of moves that people can't make, and the opponent is precisely taking advantage of this, making moves with exquisite angles and amazing speeds, so that no matter how Chen Xuan dodges, it is in vain.

But in the blink of an eye, Chen Xuan suddenly moved in an unimaginable position, just avoiding that punch, and at the same time unleashing a back-kick at an impossible angle. His whole movement is difficult to describe as graceful, even ugly and clumsy, but it is extremely fast, and accurate, steady and ruthless.

With a bang, the kick just hit the opponent's lower abdomen, and the man leaned back and retreated, almost falling to the ground. After standing firm, his brow furrowed into one place, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Chen Xuan turned his face to look and found that the person was the former captain of Pan Weihao's bodyguard, Sanming, who was full of mystery.

Now, his left arm, which he had always hidden in his clothes, was exposed, a mechanical arm forged from stainless steel.

The swarthy iron fingers moved, making some subtle sound of air pressure, which sounded very strange.

In the face of a strong man like Chen Xuan, he was still calm and calm, staring at the other party without any expression on his face. What kind of color the eyes under those little sunglasses are, no one knows.

Those mask men wanted to rush up to the group, but they were stopped by Sanmingyi raising his hand.

Sanming, whose real name is unknown, is about 1.85 meters tall and weighs about 85 kilograms, and what he is best at is Sambo martial arts.

He once defeated Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu master Calderón at the Mexican No Limit Fighting Tournament.

Prior to the bout, both men were undefeated, with almost everyone expecting Calderón to win, as he was at his peak and unstoppable. For this Huaxia challenger with only one arm, people scoffed at him, thinking that he was sending him to death. However, after the opening half minute, their thinking changed dramatically.

In the game, Sanming did not show the slightest flaw, and used his calloused right fist to unceremoniously and constantly greet Calderón's face. Calderon always wanted to use his best wrist arm to knock his opponent down, and then remove his only remaining arm, but the opponent saw through it and skillfully defused it, and finally had to lose with hatred.

How strong is a Chinese man who uses sambo martial arts to defeat a prestigious jiu-jitsu master, the champion of unrestricted martial arts?

After that battle for fame, Sanming got a man with a reputation as standing at the top of the world.

"Come on, don't pretend to be cool. Chen Xuan beckoned to him.

When he was in room19 last time, he had already seen Sanming's methods, but it was only acting, and the strength he showed at that time was probably not even one-tenth.

As soon as Chen Xuan finished speaking, a high whip leg struck silently, and the kick swept extremely fast, but Sanming's upper body did not move at all.

"Hehe, interesting. Chen Xuan was not nervous, but had a smile on his face. I saw that his body was slightly on one side, and the other party's feet almost touched his body, and the fierce momentum brought up the air flow was like a knife, cutting Chen Xuan's clothes.

After Sanming's move failed, the strength of his foot had not completely dissipated, and he suddenly turned back in the air, turning into a kick, like a ignited cannonball, smashing like a bamboo.

Chen Xuan jumped backwards quickly, and he was able to avoid this move.

Sanming had no intention of stopping at all, as if he was equipped with a power device on his legs, and he kept attacking one foot after another, like flowing water, dazzling to see.

Chen Xuan pushed and blocked, and after dissolving all the other party's more than a dozen moves, he felt a little depressed in his heart, and simply stopped dodging and resisting, allowing his thunderous foot to slam into his chest and abdomen.

The moment he was hit, Chen Xuan's muscles immediately contracted, and with the help of the recoil of this move, the whole person did a backflip, jumped seven or eight meters away, and his body slid backwards for another three or four meters, and finally stood firmly.

He slapped the dust on his chest twice, and smiled evilly: "This kick is hard enough, and I feel so good to kick." ”

Sanming's small sunglasses with the logo flashed, his right foot stepped on the ground to support his body, and his left foot was raised above his head, posing in a posture of kicking towards the sky, indescribably chic and domineering.

Chen Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a deep breath, it seems that this Sanming is not only good at his hands, but also unpredictable in his legs.

Sanming put his left leg down, kicked the ground with his right foot, and two strides came to Chen Xuan's approach, and a right hook punch hit his chin.

Chen Xuan had just dodged it, and his left hand moved again.

He stretched out his dark steel fingers and grabbed Chen Xuan's arm, while his right hand grabbed the placket of his clothes, and his left foot pressed against his knee, slamming him to the ground.

Chen Xuan's heart moved, he didn't want this guy to use his Sambo fighting technique so quickly.

The muscles on his body suddenly burst out, bulging and swollen, like a small mountain bag, forcibly breaking free from the opponent's steel fingers, and at the same time his body retreated, and the whole person was like a molting snake, drilling out of his shirt, revealing a body of wheat-colored muscles.

But before he could completely withdraw from it, Sanming stuck to him again and grabbed his shoulder.

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