Su Le was outside the iron house and had already heard Song Xuan's screams. He rushed towards the iron house. Before he could rush into the room, he heard Song Xuan shouting: "Danger, don't come in!"

Song Xuan's first reaction was to warn Su Le, and then he took a step back.

The man on the ground ejected at an astonishing speed, threw away the syringe in his hand, and the three-inch-long butterfly knife in his hand drew a comet-like light in the dark space, heading straight to Song Xuan's throat. Although Song Xuan inhaled the rotten poison gas first and then his eyes were stabbed by the steel needle, even at this disadvantage, he calmed down in the shortest time. Panic would only make him die earlier. Although he could not see his eyes, his hearing was still normal. The thin blade of the butterfly knife tore through the air and made a sharp whistle. Although this sound was subtle, Song Xuan could still judge the distance and trajectory of the other party's knife from the change of sound.

The moment the blade approached his throat, Song Xuan's body fell backwards, and then he used his right leg to support the weight of his body and kicked forward with all his strength. This kick hit the opponent's chest, and Song Que's full strength could open the stone and crack the stone. The opponent could not avoid it, and was kicked in the chest by Song Que. With a click, the bones in the man's chest broke inch by inch, and the pain caused the butterfly knife in his hand to hang down.

Song Xuan kicked the ground with his right leg, and his body stood up incredibly. His fist hit the killer's face like a cannonball. There was still a familiar sound of bone shattering. The man's clear-out face was smashed into a flat surface by Song Xuan's punch, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

Song Xuan's warning prevented Su Le from entering the iron house, but it was not enough to allow Su Le to escape from danger.

Su Le saw the old woman who was packing up the waste and slowly straightened her body, which was almost 90 degrees, which made her figure much taller. The old woman had a strange-shaped scimitar in her hand, which was two feet long, and the starting part of the blade was slightly narrower than three inches. When the bend of the blade head suddenly widened to four inches, and then narrowed downward, and her whole body was as dark as ink. The blade reflected a deep purple light under the sunset.

The old woman took a step forward. When the soles of her feet touched the ground, Su Le even felt the vibration of the ground. This was definitely not his illusion. Then he saw the old woman's stride quickly accelerated, and he grabbed the scimitar with his right hand and dragged it behind him, like the tail of a poisonous snake, rushed towards Su Le at full speed.

The distance of nearly ten meters was quickly narrowed. Although it was midsummer, Su Le felt a chill for no reason. He clearly realized that the chill was definitely not because of the sudden drop in the surrounding temperature, but from the invisible pressure brought to his heart by the other party's strong murderous aura.

The pressure will make some people feel fear, while some people develop fighting spirit because of the pressure. The greater the pressure, the greater the rebound. Su Le obviously belongs to the latter. The warning sound from the iron house has made him realize that Song Xuan might have been attacked. The old woman's target is obviously not her. If she chooses to escape, the other party will most likely not pursue him because she is going to deal with Song Xuan.

Su Le rejected the idea of ​​running away from the beginning. Although Song Xuan only taught him one palm technique, in Su Le's concept, even a one-character teacher was his teacher. Su Le never hesitated in the face of major issues. His toes lifted an iron pipe on the ground, and the iron pipe rose into the air. Su Le poked out his hand and grabbed the iron pipe steadily in his hand, and took a step to one side with his right foot. During this period in the canteen of the Meat Coupon Factory, Su Le took over the work of kneading dough from Zhu Xiaojiao. If he wanted to reconcile the noodles, he had to tie the horse stance. Unconsciously, Su Le made rapid progress because everything was going through subtle, and even Su Le himself did not feel his own progress.

He held up the iron pipe with both hands and smashed the old woman's gray head with the force of Mount Tai. Su Le did not hesitate. This was not because he was cold-blooded and ignored life. Although Su Le usually laughed, his mind was much calmer and clearer than his peers. Today's situation is either you die or I die. Be kind to the enemy or cruel to himself. Song Xuan was in danger in the iron house. His life and death are uncertain at present. If he could stop the old woman's attack, Song Xuan would have a greater chance of survival.

The old woman had already arrived in front of Su Le in three steps. She explained to Su Le something very well what it means to rise and fall. The scimitar in her hand drew an arc extremely lively, facing the iron pipe that Su Leli chopped down. The iron pipe as thick as an arm was as soft as mud when it met the raft. With a sound of the ground, it was cut into two sections. A piece of the iron pipe flew out and rolled down on the ground.

The iron pipe in Su Le's hand was only about one meter left. He was amazed at the sharpness of the other party's blade, but he didn't have much time to sigh in his heart, and the iron pipe in his hand pierced forward.

The old woman raised another knife, and the knife was cut on the iron pipe, only half an inch from Su Le's right hand. Su Le was so shocked that she stretched out her tongue halfway. She didn't have time to retract for a long time. This knife was definitely a magical tool that cuts iron like mud.

He smashed the only piece of iron pipe left in his hand at the old woman. The old woman knocked the iron pipe with the back of the knife, and smiled sinisterly: "Come on your life!"

While Su Le threw away the iron pipe, she had already fled to the side, and the old woman didn't chase after her. As Su Le expected, her main target was Song Xuan in the iron house, and Su Le's life and death were insignificant.

But Su Lejue had no intention of giving up. He escaped a few steps, picked up another steel pipe from the ground, and attacked the old woman again. This steel pipe was much longer than before. It is said that one inch long and one inch stronger. No matter how sharp your old woman's hijab is, it is enough for you to cut it a few times.

When the old woman heard the sound of wind behind her, she slashed her backhand and immediately cut off the steel pipe and snorted coldly: "You are seeking death yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless!" She turned around and decided to get rid of Su Le first and then deal with Song Xuan.

It is often possible to see how a person's courage is at the critical moment of life and death. Although Su Le has never experienced the situation of life and death fighting, the boy's mentality is surprisingly calm. The three-meter-long steel pipe in his hand rotates clockwise. The old woman's knife happened to cut the steel pipe out a sharp tip, which made the steel pipe in Su Le's hand a spear.

The old woman raised her hijab, and her throat roared like a beast, and pounced on Su Le again. Su Le relied on the length of the steel pipe in her hand to poke at the old woman. The old woman waved her hijab one after another, and the knife flashed by, and a piece of cut steel pipe fell on the ground. Seeing that the originally three-meter-long steel pipe in Su Le's hand was only more than one meter left, the old woman's momentum was easier than cutting a carrot.

When Su Le was about to throw down the steel pipe and escape, he heard Song Xuan's voice sound: "What kind of virtue is Song Xuan? Can I be aware of Xiaodao's five best kills."

The old woman's footsteps stopped there. She gave up and continued to chase Su Le. She slowly turned around, but saw that Song Xuan's face was covered with blood, and several steel needles were inserted on his eyes, which seemed extremely terrifying. She was dragging a dying man in her left hand, and the man was dragged upside down by him, like a pool of mud.

When the old woman saw the man's miserable condition, her chest couldn't help but fluctuate violently, and her emotions became excited.

Song Xuan said: "If I guess correctly, you are the chasing sword Wei Hong. This bastard is your younger brother Xiao Needle sword Wei Qing." As soon as Song Xuan let go, Wei Qing collapsed on the ground. Then Song Xuan raised his right foot and stepped hard on Wei Qing's head. After the thrilling sound of bone shattering, Wei Qing's skull was actually flattened by Song Xuan's foot. The red blood and white brain matter flowed all over the ground, looking shocking. The evening breeze mixed with a strong smell of blood was blown to all directions.

Wei Hong witnessed her brother's death at Song Xuan's feet with her own eyes. She was so sad that she screamed and waved her scimitar to rush towards Song Xuan.

The first thing a master does when facing the enemy is to calm down. Although Song Xuan first inhaled poison gas and then suffered a conspiracy, he still maintained enough calmness while blind. He defeated Wei Qing with his extraordinary martial arts, and then killed Wei Qing with the most cruel means in front of Wei Hong. It was not because Song Xuan was cruel and bloodthirsty, but because he wanted to achieve the purpose of stimulating Wei Hong in this way.

No matter how strong a person's heart is, he cannot remain calm when he witnessed his relatives being cruelly killed. Wei Hong let out a long roar, and her speed of rushing forward instantly increased to the limit. The scenery on both sides passed like a waterfall, forming countless rays of light of different colors around her. However, Wei Hong's attention was not dispersed by this colorful light. All the light gathered on one center, which was Song Xuan.
Chapter completed!