In the blink of an eye, Brother Dao and Hengdao bullied behind Xue Xiang. The sharp blade, sharp steel needle, and the cold light was already thrust. Xue Laosan didn't move, and stomped his feet suddenly. The entire floor seemed to have an earthquake. The floor within a radius of more than meter was shattered. Xue Laosan's body rushed out ten times faster than Hengdao.

From the beginning, Xue Laosan's purpose was not to knock down many people, but to take away Xiaodi Xu.

With a stinging sound, Xue Laosan tried his best with both hands and instantly pulled the old cow's rubber band to pieces. He reached out to hold Brother Xu, a stern and savagely broke through a road, and rushed towards the nearest window.

At this time, everyone in the hall had already reacted, and more than 30 people rushed to Xue Lao San to chase him.

Bang bang bang bang, the remaining gunmen who had not been knocked down finally hugged the fire.

More than 20 guns were divided by hundreds of people. Those who could get the score were naturally the ones with excellent marksmanship. And the courage to open fire in such a chaotic scene was obviously extremely conceited by his own marksmanship.

But when the gunshot sounded, Xue Laosan moved and carried over the sleepy little brother Xu, his body trembling at a strange frequency. He swished, and three bullets were slashing against Xue Laosan's chest and abdomen, and flew over.

Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, three muffled sounds of bullet biting flesh, and then three more screams came.

It turned out that Xue Xiang avoided the bullet, but the other arsenal masters who were besieging him were not capable of this. The three unlucky guys were immediately shot by three particles.

"Sun Shen's eyes, my god, your mother!"

"Old Yang, if you dare to shoot again, I will tear you!"

“…………”

In an instant, the hall was full of shouting and scolding at the gunmen. For a moment, those who fired the gun did not dare to shoot, for fear of being scolded, and those who attacked did not dare to step forward, for fear of being shot.

Xue Laosan looked at the space and took two steps to the window. Although everyone knew that this place was the fourth floor, and she wanted to leave here with her individuals, which was a fantasy. But when she saw Xue Xiang's ability was like a god and demon, no one dared to make a promise. Brother Dao even shouted and rushed over immediately. The remaining seven or eight gunmen ignored it and slashed at the trigger.

At the moment the gunshot was heard. Xue Laosan stepped on the windowsill and rushed straight into the air. Before he could rush to the highest point, he reached out to explore his waist, and another cable ran towards the sky like a poisonous snake. With a moment, the cable hung straight on the rope bridge connected by Xue Xiang.

Lao Lao Sanfang reached out and pinched the two rope heads. Bang bang bang bang bang, and the gun rang.

"Don't fucking hit people, hit the rope!"

Brother Dao roared, his eyes almost bulging out. He never dreamed that someone in the world could take someone out with such strict defense.

Bang bang bang bang...

In an instant, all the bullets flew towards the rope bridge, and it was obvious that the still rope bridge was hit better than the moving rope in Xue Xiang's hand.

There was a sharpshooter in the Qing Gang, and the three parties of the old Xue tightly held the two knots on the lanyard. The rope bridge was broken.

In an instant, Xue Laosan swung down. At this time, he was at an altitude of more than 20 meters. If he did not change the direction of movement, according to this trend, even if Xue Laosan had shocking skills, he would have to hit the wall opposite.

What a third brother Xue, who was calm in the face of danger, even clamped the sleeping little brother Xu with his legs. From the sky, he pulled out the cable that was used as a lanyard and whipped it hard to whip it towards the window where Brother Dao was.

ps: I am so tired. When I write this part, I am really exhausted. I have been posting a year, and I haven’t had a day off. Except for the day when I had a fever during the Spring Festival, I have stopped updating and never stopped updating. Rusheng kept saying that it is not much for two days a day, and six thousand words, but it is not much for 365 days, every day, which is really a pain. When facing the computer, my head often turns white.
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