It's messed up, it's all messed up.

In the midst of the chaos, a short-haired girl stood quietly in a corner, letting the people around her dance like demons. Her eyes were always fixed on the small white building in front of her.

It's as quiet as a cold plum standing in the wind and snow in winter.

A middle-aged man with a broken left hand quietly came behind her and said, "So worried, why don't you go in and have a look?" "Bu Pu Huanba.

Wang Yao smiled: "It's okay, Brother Cheng, he must be fine." "

At this moment, Wang Yao suddenly received a phone call.

"What. Elder brother? "It was Wang Li who called.

"Are you done fighting?" This time, Wang Yao took away all the main forces, leaving Wang Li to watch his family on East Street. The boss of East Street in the past has now become an old, weak, sick and disabled janitor, of course Wang Li is unhappy, but there is nothing he can do. There is Wang Hongbing pressing him. As long as Wang Hongbing is alive for a day, Wang Li will not dare to do anything to his sister, let alone make any mistakes on East Street.

"It's fighting, it's coming to an end, and our side has won a big victory." Wang Yao looked around and gave her brother a real-time report.

"Well, after the fight, call Zuo Fei's kid back. I haven't cleaned him up in a long time. This kid is getting more and more awesome, and he has actually pulled away the entire elite of Dongcheng! "

"Brother, you can't beat him."

"Huh. I can't beat him? Sister, you are a lover's eyes. I know that kid is very important in your heart, but I'm not happy if you say that I can't beat him, and that kid can pee his pants in front of me."

Without waiting for Wang Li to finish speaking, Wang Yao hung up the phone, and then continued to stare at the inside of the small white building.

"Brother Cheng."

"Huh?"

"After I go back, help me pay attention to whether there are any masters of kung fu in the province, and I want to apprentice."

"Okay."

At this moment, there is also a wonderful melee in the small white building, and the battle situation has expanded to the first floor, and there are "clanging" sounds everywhere. Because of the explosion and fire before, the smoke is now billowing here, and the eyes of smokers are almost unable to open.

Huang Jie was armed with a Huilong knife, and a young man with a wide-backed machete was in the middle of a fierce battle, both of them used extremely lethal heavy weapons, and they could cut off people's heads with a single knife. The two of them danced their knives, and the sound of whirring through the sky continued to sound.

At this moment, both of them were red-eyed, and they couldn't wait to kill each other. Huang Jie already had two or three knife wounds on his body, but the young man on the opposite side already had seven or eight knife wounds, and those knife wounds were extremely terrifying, and the rotten flesh of blood turned into a ball.

Although Huang Jie had the upper hand, he did not take it lightly, and he was still extremely serious in every move. His eyes were extremely gloomy, like a skilled butcher, and he was peeling off the hair, skin, and bones of the pig in his hand in turn

The young man on the opposite side was crying bitterly, and he was sleeping soundly, and the door suddenly exploded. Since the alarm was installed, he didn't expect to use it one day, let alone anyone who would be able to break into this place! In the eyes of their sparks, the organization is invincible in the world and no one can mess with it, only they abuse others, and they have never been abused by others. Who would have thought that while asleep, the enemy would be killed.

But fortunately, the siren worked, allowing him to get up and fight in the first place. He thought that he could quickly deal with the opponent in front of him, but who knew that the opponent's skills were so good, especially the weapon in his hand, not only the shape was strange, but also the material was not ordinary.

It's ridiculous.

Outside of Xinghuo, how can there be such a master?

With a "snort", the young man was stabbed in the stomach again, and the pain in his heart immediately spread throughout his body, and his strength was continuously drained. The boy knew that he was finished, and he was going to die at the hands of the fierce-eyed guy in front of him.

He took two steps back, clutched his stomach and said fiercely: "Do you know what happens if you offend our Xinghuo?" "

"Huh." Huang Jie laughed and swung out again. The so-called threats, he did not take to heart at all. Emperor, when has he ever been threatened?

The Huilong Knife flashed a faint blue light in the air, and slashed over with an unrivaled momentum.

The Dragon Knife used to be our nightmare, but now it has become someone else's nightmare.

Smoke filled the hallway, and a teenager with a knife ran wildly through it.

"Where are you, where are you!" He yelled, and his whole spirit was in a state of collapse.

If you look closely, you can see that he is covered in blood, and there are dense knife cuts from head to toe. How many openings are there? Thirty? Or is it forty? It's hard to imagine anyone who could have been in a standing position after suffering such a severe trauma.

After running in the smoke for a while, the young man stopped and said viciously: "Kill, kill me, we Xinghuo will not let you go!" "

"Hee-hee."

An eerie laugh suddenly rang out.

The boy looked up, and a face suddenly appeared in the smoke, and a person fell from the sky.

The monkey, also armed with a sharp knife, appeared in front of the boy and slashed a fatal blow in his chest. The boy fell backwards and sat down on the ground. The monkey walked over and held a knife to the boy's throat.

"Sue me, what kind of organization is Starfire? Who is the boss behind it? Where is the headquarters? If you answer these questions, I will spare your life. "

"Huh."

The boy smiled, revealing a strange look, and a trace of black blood suddenly flowed from his mouth, and then fell to the ground and died.

The monkey sighed, another teenager who committed suicide by poisoning.

What kind of terrifying organization is Starfire that these people would rather kill themselves than say a word?

There were puffs of smoke and a voice sounding abruptly.

"Eight Extremes, Crack!"

Zheng Wu punched out, and the young man in front of him flew out. The young man was shirtless, with strong muscles, and he was the strongest among the Seven Masters of Starfire, but now he was beaten by Zheng Wu and didn't even have the strength to fight back, his whole body was purple and black, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

But then again, he has resisted Zheng Wu more than a dozen punches, and he hasn't died yet, which is a miracle.

Zheng Wu was wearing a black leather jacket and leather pants and black sunglasses, and slowly walked towards the young man.

In the black corridor with thick smoke, I don't know if Zheng Wu can see it, but he still walked in front of the young man accurately.

"It's a shame that I'm still wearing a battle robe, your strength really disappoints me, I knew I would have let you have one hand." Zheng Wu sighed. Of course he was bragging, in fact, he had also been punched seven or eight times, and his whole body was now in pain to death, and at least two ribs were broken, but he still pretended to be relaxed.

"Where did you learn boxing?" The young man couldn't help but ask.

"Datong's Wuding Yiwu master, do you know?"

"Master Wu?" is also a boxer, of course the young man has heard the name of 'Datong Wudingyi', but his eyes flashed with a look of incredulity: "This is impossible, Wudingyi is not so powerful!" "

"Fart." Zheng Wu scolded and kicked the man in the face, rolling the man's entire body three times, the entire nose bone was broken, and at least half of the teeth in his mouth were lost.

"My master is the strongest." Zheng Wu said with a smile and walked towards the young man again.

In the thick smoke, a young man crawled on the ground with difficulty, he was seriously injured all over his body, he had lost his fighting spirit, and the only way to do this was to escape from this place as soon as possible.

But a footstep behind him followed.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, his fists clenched tightly and a smile on his face.

With a "click", he stepped on the young man's back, and used a lot of force, as if he wanted to trample the young man to death on the spot.

The boy cried out in pain.

"I'm doing a good job of drunken boxing, but it's a pity that I'm not at home yet." The middle-aged man sneered and slammed his fist into the young man's head.

With a "whoosh", a flying knife suddenly burst out of the smoke and pierced straight into the heart of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. But the knife is real, and the pain is real, and he can't believe it.

He slowly fell.

Immediately afterwards, the monkey came out of the smoke, pulled out his sharp knife, and then lifted up the three bowls of wine with a pale face: "How are you?" "

Three bowls of wine trembled and touched his waist, and the monkey immediately removed the flask from his waist, unscrewed the lid and poured it into his mouth. After drinking several sips, the three bowls of wine regained some expression, and he exhaled and said, "Brother Monkey, thank you, I almost died." "

"It's fine."

"How's the rest going?"

"I don't know, I've just finished cleaning up my opponent."

"Let's take a look."

"Okay."

In a certain room, Wen Long lay trembling under the bed. As soon as the explosion sounded, he hid under the wall as soon as possible, instead of going out and fighting with the opponent who was sneaking up. And because Xiao ** was injured, the little madman and others hurriedly sent him to the hospital, so no one came to deal with Wenlong for the time being, and Wenlong escaped by luck.

The sound of fighting outside kept coming, Wen Long was shocked in his heart, he couldn't have imagined that the impregnable Spark Base would also be breached one day, and it was taken by someone at three o'clock in the middle of the night! He felt that he was dead, so he always lay under the bed and did not dare to come out.

Although Wenlong is now one of the Seven Uniques of Spark, the mud can't support the wall after all.

I don't know how long it took, Wenlong choked on the smoke, he knew that he couldn't stay here anymore, he had to escape from here. He covered his nose with a wet towel, rushed out of the flames of the hula at the door, and rushed to the first floor and rushed outside the white building.

The crescent moon is like a hook.

As soon as Wenlong came out, he was dumbfounded.