Facing Fang Zhixu who was racing towards him, Ye Xingchen showed a confident smile on his face. He held the knife tightly with both hands, and his figure had already pounced on Fang Zhixu. He blocked Fang Zhixu's short blade with one knife, and the other stabbed Fang Zhixu's left shoulder.

Fang Zhixu sneered at the corner of his mouth, and the short blade in his hand shook slightly, and opened Ye Xingchen's knife. His body tilted slightly, avoiding Ye Xingchen's other knife. He was about to wait for Wei Ling to attack with him, but he saw Wei Ling swinging a flying knife. The other two flying knives were inserted into his neck and into his heart. He was surprised. How could he...he could not avoid those three swords? Even if he was himself, he could easily avoid these three swords?

Not only Fang Zhixu was surprised, but even Ye Xingchen looked surprised. He really didn't expect that the three swords that he disturbed the enemy would have taken Wei Ling's life.

However, Ye Xingchen finally came back to his senses from the shock at the first time. After all, Wei Ling was dead and he still had Fang Zhixu to deal with.

His body continued to flash forward, and his right hand holding the knife shook slightly. The knife lit up a sword light, cutting through the sky, and heading straight towards Fang Zhixu. Then he took a shady figure and punched Fang Zhixu.

Fang Zhixu had already expected Ye Xingchen to use this move, so he did not block it with the short blade in his hand, but instead flashed to the left, and stabbed Ye Xingchen's right shoulder with the short blade in his hand.

A look of surprise flashed in Ye Xingchen's eyes. Fang Zhixu seemed to have grown a lot in the past six months, but in the face of such an attack, he naturally would not give up after many hardships. His steps forward were retreating back at the same time, and his whole body was leaning back. The flying knife in his left hand had already reached the right hand. It shook so lightly again, and the flying knife came out again. This time, it was faster and more powerful. Fang Zhixu had no time to avoid it, so he could only block it with the short blade in his hand.

But Ye Xingchen had shot my flying knife continuously during this period, and another five-star bead. The strength of the Lanshi Fang Zhixu has increased a lot. At this moment, he was also hit and retreated continuously. The dagger holding the knife was even more numb. In the end, he couldn't hold it and fell down. At this time, Ye Xingchen's sixth flying knife shot out again and headed straight to Fang Zhixu's heart.

Fang Zhixu was shocked and did his best to do his best to do his best to do it, but he was shocked and was still shot into the shoulder by the knife. Blood splashed out, but he himself had no intention of resisting and fled to the other side. Without Wei Ling's help, he was no match for Ye Xingchen at all.

When things reached this level, Ye Xingchen would not let him go. He took a step forward.

"Storm, clouds, thunder, hurry up, save me..." Fang Zhixu had just rushed into another room, and shouts came from his mouth, but saw four men in black suits lying on the ground of the room. Beside them, there was a desert eagle equipped with a muffler. In addition, there was a giant man nearly two meters tall standing in the room.

"Hehe, sorry, they have been solved by me!" Kufkaski held a cigar in his mouth, revealing the fangs at the corners of his mouth, and the cold light radiated.

Ye Xingchen then rushed to the scene, looked at the four corpses on the ground, and then looked at Kufkasky, who was leisurely and contented, but unfortunately he had blood flowing in his lower abdomen, and he already understood everything in his heart.

There was Kufkaski in front and Ye Xingchen behind. Fang Zhixu calmed down his nervous mood, turned his head and looked at Ye Xingchen, and slowly said, "Ye Xingchen, there seems to be no deep hatred between us, right?"

"Yes, there seems to be no deep hatred!" Ye Xingchen thought for a moment. He and Fang Zhixu were indeed not very deep hatred.

"Since that's the case, why do you want to kill me? Aren't you just worried that this would cause a full-scale war between the Zhentian Gang and the Xingyao Association?" Fang Zhixu said calmly. He knew that at this time, only his identity could be saved.

"Haha, what are you worried about? The largest gang in the north is the Xilong Gang. Will I still be afraid of your Zhentian Gang with the strength of my Xingyao Society?" Ye Xingchen smiled faintly, not caring at all. Now Fang Zhixu is already in the jar, and he is not worried at all.

"You..." Fang Zhixu didn't expect Ye Xingchen to say such words, but then he thought, this is the fact. Even if he couldn't figure out how strong Xingyao's strength is, he knew that the current Zhentian Gang was definitely not an opponent of Xingyao's Society. Even if he really killed himself, his father would just die.

"How can you let me go?" Fang Zhixu didn't want to die. He also knew that the reason why Ye Xingchen didn't take action now shows that he didn't really want to kill him with all his strength.

"Do you want to live?" A faint sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Xingchen's mouth.

"Nonsense, I'm so young, of course I want to live!" Fang Zhixu retorted mercilessly.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance. Call your father to notify you. I'll let you go back!" Ye Xingchen said with a smile.

"You... you might as well go and grab it!" Fang Zhixu heard Ye Xingchen say that he wanted 200 million, and he couldn't help but curse. If it was the Zhentian Gang in the past, he could still make 200 million. Now the entire Kyoto city has been occupied by the Xilong Gang. Two hundred million is a life-saving straw for the current Xilong Gang. If it is used to exchange Fang Zhixu's life, the Zhentian Gang will only be able to go to the point of destruction, and even Fang Zhentian will not be able to escape death.

"Haha, isn't Young Master Fang's life worth 200 million?" Ye Xingchen smiled faintly, thinking in his heart whether to blackmail Zhao Long, after all, he helped him solve a big problem.

"You'd better kill me?" Fang Zhixu knew in his heart that if he really called his father, his father who loved him would definitely raise 200 million at all costs. At that time, the Zhentian Gang would only go to destruction, and his father would only go to destruction. Although he was afraid of death, he was unwilling to see his father die for him.

"Oh?" A look of surprise flashed in Ye Xingchen's eyes. He really didn't expect Fang Zhixu would say this.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to kill or cut, you will be told..." Fang Zhixu snorted coldly, slowly closed his eyes, but he looked generous and silenced.
Chapter completed!