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The steel chariot was in non-stop pursuit behind it.

The River Thames flows beside it, and the colorful shadows of the water are disturbed by the murderous aura in the air, transforming from a dreamy city of reflection to a whirlpool of brilliance.

The Mercedes Benz confronted the motorcycle team, and the extremely embarrassed Mercedes Benz seemed to be unable to run, and could only turn into wreckage in place. But it's like a master who finally shows some seriousness, and he is about to make a move.

Snap, Yang Qi slapped the shattered front windshield that could no longer be used and flew out. The night breeze blew, the white hair was blowing, and the golden light in the eyes moved. His pupils dilate and contracted, and his vision instantly reached the distance, and he nailed through the dazzling lights to the leader of the motorcycle team. The leader of the motorcycle team is a woman with an excellent figure, dressed in a tight leather jacket, curvy, full breasts, and slender legs.

The leader was still quietly observing the Mercedes-Benz, and Yang Qi was even able to see through the black helmet windshield to see his eyes behind him. The pupils of those eyes were silver. Cold, yet cautious, like some kind of inhuman predator. But at this moment, she seemed to be suddenly stimulated, and she was smart, and she reacted immediately.

As soon as the muzzle of the gun was raised, the command was fired, and the motorcycle team moved from static to arrogant.

"It's a little interesting, that's a little interesting--don't you think it's a bit of a collision with me?" Yang licked the corners of his mouth: "As a beauty, what I hate the most is that someone collides with me!"

The meridians boiled, the energy flowed, and the Ninety-Nine Celestial Gong began to spread all the way from the cockpit, filling the entire car like man-made veins. The right foot slammed the throttle to the end, and in an instant, the broken car that was about to die began to be as energetic as if it had been beaten with chicken blood.

“let’s，dance~”

Hasten......

Hasten....

Acceleration-

Accelerate !!――――――!!!

Both sides are rushing forward, like bulls and wolves facing each other on the prairie. The tire rubbed against the ground with a sharp sound, puffs of green smoke came out of the tread, and both sides rushed wildly with the highest acceleration that kinetic friction could achieve.

It's not far away, and it's about to touch in the blink of an eye. As soon as the motorcycle leader gave the order, the formation of the convoy immediately opened up, like a big pocket to put the whole Mercedes Benz in. More than a dozen light submachine guns were raised in unison, and as long as the fingers were snapped, bullets could rain from more than a dozen different angles.

The fingers snapped down, and the sound of crazy shooting sounded like a torrential rain.

The bikes are fast, the bullets are fast, and the arrogant laughter of the riders is faster.

But they couldn't laugh right away, because Yang Qi was even faster than them. She didn't do anything, just slapped the steering wheel left and right with ease, and used the supreme skill to quietly change the subtle coefficient of friction at the four tires. Then, the scene that made everyone's eyes burst was staged. I saw the whole Mercedes-Benz running wildly, and at this moment, it threw out countless arcs that were like shocks, like flying dragons, as fast as lightning, and as fierce as thunder.

First to the left -- boom! One rider was shot out in one piece.

And then to the right -- boom! Scrapped along with the motorcycle, along with the people, and turned into flying debris.

Suddenly left and right, right and left, the heavy Mercedes-Benz seemed to come to life directly at this moment. In the eyes of those stunned riders, this is no longer a car.

In a trance, there seems to be a samba dancer shaking his big ass like crazy, pouting whoever wants to die.

It is also like a baseball genius who keeps firing his bow left and right, shooting out all the "balls" that fly one by one with an unpredictable mysterious trajectory.

It is also like a peerless master, playing with the magic of the immortal swordsmanship and the unreasonable dragon descending angry palm, and these riders are weeds in the matchless game, and none of them can hand over even a single move.

"How is this possible!"

In the black chariot, a bald guy with a strange face painted on his face looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes widening in disbelief. Another gloomy middle-aged man in a robe whispered, "The goal is trickier than expected. ”

"Needless to say, of course she's tricky. A two-meter-tall super strong man was clubbed there like a muscular hill, and he looked at the flying silver hair in the distance, his snoring and panting with a terrifying wild breath, and his eyes seemed to erupt with a crazy light. "If it's not tricky, it's not her!"

The gloomy middle-aged man frowned: "Do you know her?"

"Of course I know her, I have forgotten that no one will forget this person!" the strong man smiled, hideous and cold: "You guys do it, just do it with all your might." Let me see if you smash her have what it takes to take her. ”

"I can't take her, a nobody, ha, it's a big joke!" The bald man's tattoos all over his face began to glow, and he raised his hands in a false manner, and more than a dozen metal squares the size of cards immediately suspended in the air. His hands brushed over the metal squares, and the squares seemed to be charged, rippling with explosive energy that was ready to move.

"Go ahead, explosion is art!"

Whoosh, metal squares swirl and break through the air, they are fast, agile and quiet, like butterflies fluttering in the night sky, pounced on the dancing Mercedes Benz. At the same time, the dance of the Mercedes Benz also entered the most hilarious state. Yang Qi turned the steering wheel suddenly, and the Mercedes-Benz car was like a spinning snow moonflower, spinning wildly while soaring.

If you look at this Mercedes-Benz as a person, then this person is now like a tail swinging with an infinite dragon. And Yang's dragon tail swing has always been the most ruthless and happy.

The clanging clang, the bullets were fired, and the locomotive collided, causing the four doors and two covers of the vehicle to be completely twisted and deformed, and almost all of them were thrown out and turned into tattered pieces of iron in two clicks. But this iron frame, which should be scrapped no matter how you look at it, swept away all the riders who stood in the way with the most fanatical attitude. The screams came and went, and no one expected that the most elite rider would be swept away by a single car.

Boom!

The motorcycle leader's locomotive was like being swept by a sweeper, and no matter how much she dodged left and right, it turned into a splash of parts in a flash. But at the last moment, the leader of the team turned in a volley, and the whole person soared into the air with a light attitude that violated the laws of nature, and knelt firmly on the roof of the Mercedes-Benz.

Kneeling on one knee, his thick leather shoes firmly on the roof of the car. On the whirling gallop, the world around you is like a kaleidoscope. The ever-changing centrifugal force can lift anyone away in an instant, but the leader of the convoy is firmly fixed on the car. She grabbed the edge of the top cover with her left hand, and with her right hand, she quickly took out the machine gun and aimed it underneath to shoot.

But only to hear a click, a white hand suddenly pierced the roof of the car, five fingers grabbed her neckline like lightning and pulled it down forcefully-

Boom!

The leader of the convoy was almost breaking his lumbar vertebrae, and he couldn't resist that force at all. A head smashed on the roof of the car, and his head was full of flying noises.

The hand was like lightning, so fast that people couldn't see it clearly. First, with a flick of his fingers, there was a crash, and the helmet whizzed away in a circle like a beer bottle cap that had been pried off. Stretching and hooking again, firmly on the back of her neck, and then pulling hard—poof, sharp metal horns sliced through her cheek, and in the blink of an eye the head of the convoy leader had been pulled through the hole in the cockpit, in the middle of the main and passenger seats.

"The wound healed quickly, and it looks like a vampire. ”

The sound reached his ears, and the leader of the convoy opened his eyes with all his strength. Blinded and ringing, the leader of the convoy saw a white-haired woman in the driver's seat. The white-haired woman smiled at her, a smile that was very beautiful, but for some reason made her tremble.

"Let's stay here for a while. With a move of his left hand, the helmet that flew out made an arc and fell into her hand. With a backhand throw, the helmet was being worn right on the girl's head, firmly stuck with a buckle.

The right hand raised his hand and flicked his fingers at her eyebrows, and the strange and powerful force shook through the motorcycle helmet and pierced through the limbs, completely sealing all her mobility in the blink of an eye. Although the girl's eyes widened and she used all her strength, her body did not react at all, and could only hang on the roof of the car like a dead fish.

To be precise, it's more like a lollipop, stuck in the roof of the car, and can't get out.

"Huh?" Yang Qi glanced behind him and suddenly stepped on the brakes. Crunch, the spinning Mercedes came to a halt, and the body of the leader of the convoy whizzed around his neck, like a wildly spinning braid growing from the roof of the car.

Although he couldn't see the girl's expression clearly with his helmet, Orlando still had a toothache on his face, and this scene was too magical. Jonathan heard the crunching sound of his cervical spine rubbing, and it must have been uncomfortable to think about it.

The "braid" spun around frantically several times, and finally hung limply on one side, motionless, only the sound of heavy, convulsive breathing could be heard from inside the helmet. There was thick and thick blood dripping out of the crack in the helmet, and ordinary people had already died, but this girl could still hum, and it seemed that her life was fine.

"The so-called immortal body is kind of interesting. Yang Qi glanced back: "I don't know if these guys in the back are also so bold because of their immortal bodies." ”

On the steel chariot in the rear, a gloomy middle-aged man in a robe stood on the front of the chariot.

The wind was blowing, and the gloomy middle-aged man suddenly stretched out his arms and raised his hands. The surging magic resonated with the surrounding void, and the gloomy middle-aged eyes instantly turned blood-red. The blood-red light lit up in a frantic motion, radiating throughout the street. An inexplicable moan sounded, and the gloomy middle-aged man used a unique blood secret method. All the bloodlines were spurred by him.

"Whew!!"

A terrible roar rang out, and the half-dead motorcyclists who had been slapped by the Mercedes scrambled to their feet from the wreckage. Their roars were painful and manic, as if some kind of irritable power was piling up in their bodies. Under the safety helmet, a pair of red eyes sparkled in the dark night. The sound of leather tearing sounded one after another, and the limbs and torsos of these motorcyclists were abnormally strengthened and expanded, and their strength was even more upside down.

"Go!" The gloomy middle-aged man waved his hand, and more than a dozen motorcycle riders all ran wildly and flew towards the Mercedes-Benz. (To be continued.) )