Zhutian Avenue

An Qisheng leaned back, his right-handed pistol stuck to Ito Makoto's arm, his left hand pulled the trigger wildly, and a bullet poured out.

His marksmanship can only be said to be ordinary, but the two are separated by two or three meters. This distance, as long as it is not a severe Parkinson's patient, cannot be missed!

"what!"

Shouting Ito Makoto, this distance is too close, even if he can not hide away!

Immature blood bloomed on his body.

But his long sword lay in front of his eyes, blocking the two deadliest shots.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, a yell was heard, and this enemy without a samurai spirit was slashed to death.

Woo!

Immediately after the bullet was struck, An Qisheng drew his gun and evaded his body.

"I am going to kill you!"

Makoto Ito's eyes were congested, his body shot forward, and his sword cut through the air.

Retreat!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Jian Anqi gave strength at his feet, turned and walked away, secretly surprised.

Two or three meters apart, the nine bullets in the gun were naturally not wasted. Except for the two rounds blocked by the long knife, the remaining seven rounds were hit on the swordsman.

But even though he was covered with blood and shot in the chest and abdomen, he did not deform much in the movement of swinging his sword!

On the contrary, the sword light became more and more violent, full of more fierce killings.

At this moment, Wang Zhixuan dropped the body of the pistol gunner and stepped out.

Woo!

Throbbing like electricity, like a meteor chasing the moon!

But after three steps, Wang Zhixuan crossed tens of meters, passing An Qisheng, his body shrank, and he flew into the knife light that Ito Makoto wielded.

"Wang Zhixuan!"

Luan Qisheng was shocked, only to hear the Fusong swordsman roar, and the sound of cracks in the bones of the Lianzhu Cannon was followed.

He waited for him to stop and looked, and saw Wang Zhixuan standing with his knife. The vigorous Fusong Swordsman had been thrown up like straw, and blood spurted from his mouth.

boom!

He bumped heavily on the strong, and for three or four seconds, he slipped down softly.

"嗬 嗬 ~"

Ito Makoto twitched twice, without a word, there was no sound.

Only a collision, they separated the life and death.

"It is far worse than Zhao Huangtian, and worse than Shanzhuang ..."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly, and lost the knife too much.

Wu Anqisheng looked carefully. In addition to the two depressions shot by the gun, there were two faint fingerprints on the knife.

I was a master of energy, and she was taken away by her!

"Good job, it's bad marksmanship."

Wang Zhixuan glanced at An Qisheng, dropped a word, and turned into the night.

枪 The sound of gunfire in the distance continues, and the battle is not over yet.

差 "Poor ..."

Luan Qisheng laughed bitterly, and turned towards the place where the sound of gunfire came.

He took two steps, he turned back again, and found a pistol to put away, and picked up the knife that Wang Zhixuan had dropped.

刀 The material of this knife is very good. Although it is thin, it is not easy to break, it is a treasure.

虽然 Although he doesn't use a knife, he hangs in the forum and he can sell for a good price.

After doing all this, he walked towards the place where the sound of gunfire came with a gun and a knife.

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

Lu Anqisheng's footsteps were not slow, and he had already rushed to the manor nearest to him in the manor and there was a sound of gunfire.

Alas, the battle here is almost over.

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

There was such a woman in the battlefield where the smoke was lying dead, and could not help attracting An Qisheng's attention.

"This is Wang Zhixuan's helper?"

An Qisheng stopped.

The woman who wore white clothes had a very good figure, but there are too many beauties these years, and the various refined pictures on the Internet are more beautiful than hers.

What makes people unconsciously attract her attention is her temperament.

She stood quietly, even though it was surrounded by blood pools, but it also gave a sense of peace and tranquility.

It looks like a flood of autumn water, reflecting the bright moon, and in the valley, the bamboo forest is quiet.

"This is the second lady of the palace, the green bamboo of the palace! It is also the second figure of the palace now. It controls the real estate, finance, and ocean trade of the palace, and plays an important role in the palace."

Luo Luo can't figure out where to come out, looking at the woman not far away, his eyes are very bright:

"Dr. Wang can invite all of this out, it's amazing."

An Qisheng glanced at Luo Neng.

He was clean and neat, without the slightest smoke and blood, and he didn't seem to have participated in a battle of extinction, but he came here.

"It's a coincidence that the place I chose to sneak in was exactly where the palace family shot. So far, I have fired three shots."

Luo Luo was able to chat with An Qisheng casually, keeping her eyes on Gongzhu.

"This lady Miyaji is also a master of energy, I wonder how compared to Wang Zhixuan ..."

Luan Qisheng was also looking at Gong Qingzhu, but his focus was quite different.

In martial arts, men are inherently superior to women. They are masters from ancient times to today, mostly men.

But now it is different.

The development of science and technology, the progress of civilization, and changes have taken place, not only the status of women, but also the number of female masters.

"Miss, here we are, let's go back."

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

He was the old man named Gong Sanyang who went to pick up Wang Zhixuan in the day.

"Will you do something at the beginning and the end? Xuan Xuan managed to ask me once, things, to be beautiful."

Qing Gongzhu took the silk scarf and wiped his hands, said softly.

"Miss, don't worry, chickens and dogs haven't stayed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ clean."

Sanguo Sanyang smiled slightly:

"If it were not for a master on the road, it would have been solved."

"Three uncles say they are masters, then they must be masters."

Qing Gongzhu pointed at the body in front of him:

"This man is using the skills of Aikido. Check it out. His background, if there is a teacher, is all done."

Sanguo Sanyang nodded.

At this moment, Wang Zhixuan came to the court holding Jiang Shili.

世 Jiang Shili's face was a little pale, and her shoulders and sweaters were all red. It seemed to be a shot.

"Sister Jiang, are you injured?"

Zongong Qingzhu frowned slightly.

"Hit two shots."

Jiang Shili released Wang Zhixuan and bowed to Gong Sanyang:

"Thank you Uncle San for his shot."

"It's just a small matter, Miss Jiang is very kind."

Sanyang of Yanggong waved his hand slightly, the lights were on in the night, and several cars drove directly into the manor:

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

"The third uncle has work."

Zongong Qingzhu nodded and got on with Wang Zhixuan.

"Let's go, too."

Luo Luo could glance at An Qisheng.

An Qisheng nodded, and Luo Neng got into a car.

In the car, Luo can learn a lesson and say nothing.

Luan Qisheng was a little sleepy, half-closed and reassured.

Although the encounter with Fuso Swordsmen before was short, the physical energy and energy consumed were very great.

After the fight between the front line of life and death, my heart was a bit empty.

I seem to miss some of the feeling of life and death in the front line.

"Illusion, illusion, how can I like to fight and kill ..."