Xue Xiangyao broke the Daguan knife, held the blade with both fingers and penetrated it backwards. The sharp blade flew over Chen Zhong's palm and passed through the fist wind that Zhang Weidong was bombarded. Finally, there was a crisp sound. The blade hit the cold iron steel gun stabbed by the bald old man. It can be said that he broke all the methods and resolved all the attacks in one move.

Old Xue forced the person to retreat with one move. The shocked black-haired old man slashed over with a big pass knife, and the person behind him came again. At this time, the four people worked together and their power was absolutely ten times the superposition.

After all, national martial arts is not magical power. In addition to speed and strength, they rely on skills.

But when talking about skills, fighting in battle formations, you can't get rid of the law that you can't fight with both fists, and you will inevitably suffer the consequences of the corners.

This is the situation that Mr. Xue is facing now. He has two fists to fight against the eight palms and has been surrounded by four people. It can be said that the situation is even more dangerous than being forced into a corner, because there is no obstacle in front, back, left and right, and in all directions. It is exactly what the military strategy calls death.

Seeing that the situation had reached a point of crisis, suddenly, Old Xue raised his neck, like a white ape, whispered the moon, took a breath, his back trembled rapidly, and his hands were supported by a large frame, and he closed it like the wind. He even used his hands to catch the Daguan knife that was bound to be Taishan and the steel gun that was as fast as lightning.

With a sound of Peng, Old Xue's back was punched by Zhang Weidong and a palm with Chen Zhong. His clothes were suddenly broken, like a butterfly flying, and a white mark appeared on his back and a red mark. The severe pain came. Old Xue, a guy with a tough nerve, couldn't help frowning.

But when Mr. Xue frowned, Zhang Weidong and Chen Zhong looked at each other, they were all shocked.

It turned out that these two people knew that Zhang Weidong's punch was angry and used twelve percent of his strength, not to mention the back of a person, even a steel plate had to be shot into a deep pit. He thought that he had reached the peak of hard qigong and was hit with such a force. He would also have to be seriously injured on the spot, but Old Xue in front of him took a palm and left only a white seal, which was completely contrary to common sense.

Zhang Weidong didn't understand the truth, but Chen Zhong knew what was going on, because he was internal martial arts, which spitted out internal strength and attacked the bloodline and bones. He once tried the palm power with Manniu. With one palm, Manniu's epidermis was not damaged, and his skull was completely cracked and he died.

But at the moment, he slapped Old Xue's back with a palm, as if he had hit a piece of the slippery carp ridge. He was slippery and he was spitting out his strength, but he was never subjected to any force. It was obviously resolved by Old Xue using the clever means he didn't know.

However, the reason why Mr. Xue chose to take these two palms was purely to deal with this sword and a single shot. After all, no matter how powerful a person's body is, it is not as good as a weapon, especially when the weapon is controlled by this master of magic power. The lethality is simply amazing.

But Old Xue used his move like the wind and closed, and a powerful spiral force circled up along the blade, and the bald old man and the black-haired old man's hands were trembling. In an instant, the tiger's mouth shattered, and blood flowed. One sword and one gun had fallen into Old Xue's hands.

At this moment, with a rubbing sound, Old Xue's pores suddenly rose and his chest quickly shriveled. His head was so irritated that it was a little too late. With a soft sound, the hot bounce passed through Old Xue's neck. He took away a piece of flesh and leaked deep groove marks. What's strange was that there was no trace of blood. It turned out that the blood flow here was controlled by Old Xue. If it were an ordinary person, the blood would have been flowing like a lot.

But Mr. Xue was finally injured. After many years, Mr. Xue himself didn't know that since his art was completed, it was the first time that he could take away his flesh and blood from him.

Old Xue finally became popular. He raised his hand and spear, and then cut through the sky, and flew towards the roof like lightning.

Old Xue was angry or not. Old Wang didn't know. Old Wang only knew that he was fighting ghosts and gods today. This feeling could no longer be expressed in words. Although he did not practice national art, he had seen the power of national art. In his opinion, Zhang Weidong and Chen Zhong, the two of them, have represented the highest level of national art. Although they are powerful, they are not invincible. He is absolutely fearless when he shoots his hand.

But at the moment, the man in the field was simply not a human. He didn't take his killer weapon, both guns, and he even fired his machine gun, but he still didn't keep the man. Just now, he held his breath and focused all his attention. Even when the man rushed towards Mr. Wu and General Zihan, he did not use a gun to stop him. In order to seek the opportunity, he killed him with one shot. Just now, Old Wang thought that it was the best time. The man's strength was discharged and he was attacked from all sides. His spirit and attention had all scattered from the roof. Therefore, Old Wang pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The moment he bounced out of the borehole, Old Wang knew that the man would definitely die. This was the enlightenment he had made by firing thousands of bullets.

But who would have thought that Old Wang thought he would have to shoot him, and he even asked Old Mr. Xue to force him away, which was so shocked that Old Wang stood up on the roof.

Old Wang was inexplicably shocked, and a long spear in the sky stabbed like lightning. Before he could react, the sharp spear head shot straight into the muzzle of his special rifle, which cracked the muzzle. The gun rod suddenly trembled and hit Lao Wang's back, knocking Lao Wang down from the eaves of seven or eight meters high, and planted straight into the flower pond, without any more noise.

However, Mr. Xue's move to the flying immortal in the sky solved the biggest hidden danger. He raised his hand and threw it out, passing through the ribs of Mr. Wu who was about to flee in panic, rubbed his flesh, pierced his clothes, and nailed Mr. Wu to the wall.

Then, Old Xue shook off the eight-fist frame, moved his body hard, and stomped his feet suddenly. The earth seemed to tremble a few times, his shoulders sank, his spine was stretched straight, and his body shot out like an arrow, and he leaned over ten meters to break a birch as thick as a bowl, fainting.

With a slash of iron mountain, Mr. Xue stomped his feet again and turned rapidly like a snail ball, hitting the bald old man and the black-haired old man one after another. These two people who were playing with equipment were already wise, but at this time, the weapon had already been lost. It was naturally worse than Zhang Weidong's horizontal exercise. He was easily knocked away by Xue Xiang and fell into a coma before he landed. Fortunately, Mr. Xue showed mercy, which made the two fall into the flower bed, not on the bluestone brick, and lost half of his life.

After stepping out, Xue Xiangcai hit Chen Zhong, saying that Mr. Xue was doing his best and was very fast. He hit the people one after another, and Chen Zhong stepped on the striking!

Xue Xiang hit people one after another. Chen Zhong's fur suddenly rose. His hands were as if he had a thousand pounds, and he bent his body and squatted. His chest seemed to be holding the sun and holding the moon. It was the clever single-handed hand of the fist secret. It was a trick to relieve the power and control the power. Chen Zhong used this trick in the countryside to directly press the man bull that rushed towards him into the mud. At the moment, Old Xue was fierce, and he thought he could catch it.

But he didn't expect that when Mr. Xue's bare back was like a mountain and a sea, Chen Zhong couldn't spread his hands, and was suddenly knocked into his arms and flew against the wall. He spitted blood and fell softly to the ground.

If everything has its own methods, this boxing is the same, it can use the power to control its power, but the borrowing and control it is limited. A barbarian bull can control it within the limit. But Mount Tai is pressing down on the top, let alone Chen Zhong, even Chen Changxing. Yang Luchan and others leaning over are afraid that they can't resist it.

This incident is a long story. In fact, it is only less than a minute from the time when Mr. Xue knocked down the gate of the Old Wu family to the stunning of the four major guards of the Old Wu family.

In the end, the Chinese martial arts are not as sharp and fast as the killing is. Seeing that the footsteps are getting louder and louder, Old Xue and others strode to General Zi Han, lift the master and run towards the door. He grabbed the two doors with one hand and leaned against the two walls and placed them. He made a door-opening shape, then lifted General Zi Han, kicked on the wall with one foot, and lit it out of nowhere for more than two meters. Then, another kick, and Mi Yu jumped out of his body. He hooked the eaves of the wall with one hand, held General Zi Han and placed it on the top of the wall. He also sat on the wall, reached out and bounced into his pocket to take out a pack of cigarettes, popped out two, put them in his mouth and lit them. Finally, he handed a cigarette to General Zi Han's mouth.

The sunset was about to swallow its last breath, the evening breeze was as melodious as a song, the two rows of weeping willows in the alley, and the flowers were scattered. This was a beautiful scenery, but the sound of footsteps that were more and more urgently in my ears, carrying the solemn coming to the sky, cleaned the tranquility of the sunset in this corridor courtyard.

Xue Xiang reached out and handed a cigarette over. General Zi Han took it without hesitation and took a sip and said, "I didn't expect that Comrade Anyuan's house would actually be descended from Wu Quxing. You were born at the wrong time in the war years. In this way, you can only choose to go straight to the sky!"

General Zi Han seemed to be in fear, but suddenly started this unrelated thing.

Mr. Xue didn't seem to be in a hurry, and said in the air: "It seems that I'm not slow to rise now. If I remember correctly, General Zihan is working as a guard for the eldest son at my age!"

General Zi Han's face froze and said coldly: "Do you know what your behavior will end today? I think it's enough to attack the military restricted area!"

"Here, General Zihan's troops are coming very quickly. I will follow them in a while to see if it is really a crime to behead him!"

A platoon of fully armed elite cadres in the distance had already rushed to the front, and the sword was unsheathed and the gun was on his shoulder. Obviously, the gunshots on the side just now alarmed the above. After all, the important areas of the capital, let alone the key military protection units like the Old Wu family, even if a gun was fired in the heart of Sijiucheng Street, I was afraid that it would be the top priority to arrest them.

At this moment, the leader of the team was sweating profusely and kept urging Kuai. After a moment, he finally arrived outside the old Wu family and began to arrange tactical instructions with the leader, which was really like facing a great enemy.

"call out!!!"

Mr. Xue whistled.

At this time, everyone found that there were two people sitting on the wall, one of whom was still his own height!

ps: The response is strong, and it will not appear after the Chinese martial arts. I originally planned to be passionate and look at the effect. I really pretended to be a fool and pretended to be a fool. I ended this plot immediately and returned to the main line!

Book reviews are usually only read but not replied. In addition to asking questions directly, book friends have hopes for this book and have ideas about the plot, but I also have my own arrangements, so I will take into account the opinions of book friends. Do you think there are fewer descriptions of scenery now? The paragraphs are getting shorter and shorter! The pace is much faster!

I've been improving, maybe not very obvious, but believe that I've been moving forward!

There is another chapter in the evening. Well, I will rarely add things to the end of the chapter in the future. I can write with peace of mind and you can read the book quietly!

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