Song Xuan was still standing there, his eyes could no longer feel any light, but he could judge the distance of rapid approaching from Wei Hong's footsteps. Song Xuan took a small step forward slightly, bent his right arm inward, and stroked half a circle of counterclockwise.

Wei Hong's hand turned into a cold fog of light and slashed towards Song Xuan's head. The light and shadow dragged out by the blade had exceeded the limit of speed.

Song Xuan's speed seemed very slow. Before he could swing his right palm, the powerful pressure had already been squeezed out from Wei Hong's body in all directions. This powerful pressure offset Wei Hong's fierce sword energy. Her speed as fast as lightning showed a faint fluctuation in front of this pressure. Although it was a faint fluctuation, it had already affected her speed of firing.

Song Xuan was still not slow. Although his movements seemed unfast, he always maintained a balanced speed. The mountain knife was only less than a centimeter away from Song Xuan's head. The bitter sword energy had already tear apart Song Xuan's scalp first. At the same time, Song Xuan's palm was printed on Wei Hong's chest, and the tentacles were soft. Such elastic and plump chest should not belong to an old woman, and such elasticity was not enough to cushion Song Xuan's palm that condensed his lifelong skills.

Accompanied by the sound of bone breakage, Wei Hong's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, then fell straight down and collided in front of Su Le.

Su Le was still holding the sharpened iron rod in his hand. He didn't even have time to recycle it. Wei Hong's body was strung on it like a candied haws. The tip of the steel pipe was extremely sharp, and it penetrated from her chest through her body, and blood flowed out along the steel pipe.

Su Le was startled and hurriedly released the steel pipe. Wei Hong's body fell in front of Su Le with the steel pipe.

Although Song Xuan couldn't see it, he understood everything that happened clearly. At this time, he could still laugh: "Boy, you killed someone!"

Su Le shook his head: "I didn't kill!" He did not kill anyone. Wei Hong was beaten to death by Song Xuan before hitting the steel pipe. Whether Su Lecheng admitted it or not, Wei Hong was penetrated by the steel pipe in his hand through his chest. Su Le didn't feel any fear at all, and even he himself did not expect to show such calmness. Is his nature indifferent to life? Or is his psychological quality beyond ordinary people?

Song Xuan said: "Look at whether she is dead?"

Su Le raised her feet and kicked Wei Hong, and found that she was motionless, nodded and said, "It should be dead." Faced with such a change, Su Le maintained a calm that ordinary people could not do, which was far beyond Song Xuan's expectations. The calmness shown by this boy at the critical moment of life and death has long exceeded the scope that young people should have.

Song Xuan said: "Things that are life and death must not be careless."

Su Le quickly bowed down again, touched Wei Hong's common carotid artery, and was sure that it was not pulsating, so he said, "It's really dead!" He came to Song Xuan, supported Song Xuan's arm and said, "Mr. Song, do you want to call the police?"

Song Xuan shook his head and said, "You find a towel and wipe the fingerprints you touched on the steel pipe to remove all traces that may be related to you. I will let others deal with other things." He pulled out a paper tube from his arms, pulled it open and raised it, and with a whoosh! With a sound, a golden track shot towards the sky where night was just around the corner. A flying to the end exploded, and a huge golden firework slowly unfolded in the sky.

Su Le stared at the firework in the sky and thought to himself, is this the legendary cloud-piercing arrow?

Song Xuan's face was covered in blood and looked very scary.

At this time, a cold voice sounded from the gate: "A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops will meet! Song Xuan, it's a pity that your thousands of troops will not come."

Golden fireworks rose one after another in the distant sky. Song Xuan could not see the changes in the sky, but Su Le could see clearly that the signal that Song Xuan had just sent was already submerged in the fireworks from all directions. Even if the members of the Beggars' Gang saw the signal, the golden fireworks in the sky would make them at a loss and run away. It seemed that the enemy had already calculated all the possibilities and must cut off Song Xuan's retreat.

The man in black stood at the iron gate. He was very tall, about 1.90 meters tall, holding a three-foot-three-inch oriental sword in his hand. The blade had not yet been unsheathed. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring coldly at Song Xuan twenty meters ahead.

Song Xuan laughed and said, "Xiaodao will have such a big scene. The five best kills that have long been hidden in the world have actually come today. He Zhan, why don't you call all your accomplices here?"

He Zhan, one of the five best kills in Xiaodao, is the best sword, and the sword master. His weapon is the three-foot-three-inch Dongyang Taidao in his hand. He Zhan is known as the strongest attack power among the five best kills. He stood in the distance and was not in a hurry to launch an attack. He whispered: "The world is in the world, I want to see the power of the Thunder Fire Song Xuan."

Song Xuan said disdainfully: "What kind of shit is a little knives, you will never be able to see it."

He Zhan said: "We only like the result!" He narrowed his eyes, and the murderous aura in his eyes not only did not diminish in half, but became stronger and more intense.

Song Xuan said: "You are not my opponent!"

He Zhan said: "One time and another time, you were first hit by the Seven Hidden Wolf Viper and then turned into a blind man. Now, you are afraid you will not even have the strength to walk."

Song Xuan whispered to Su Le: "I stop him, you run away!"

Su Le said: "I called the police..." He quietly pressed 110 and dialed it out. Only then did he find that the phone had no signal. It seemed that the other party chose to launch the assassination here for careful layout and considered all possible factors.

Song Xuan said calmly: "The world of the world is in trouble, it has nothing to do with outsiders, please leave!"

Su Le bit his lip, but shook his head stubbornly. He picked up the hijab on the ground and stood silently in front of Song Xuan.

Song Xuan was arrogant by nature and had a high reputation. Apart from the gang leader Zhuang Qiang, there were only a few people in the world who could convince him. A person who has always regarded himself as a strong man, but he did not expect that today he would fall to the point of being protected by a little chef. Song Xuan felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, and at the same time he was moved by Su Le's loyalty and courage. Although Su Le was young, he had courage and righteousness that most people could not reach. He now began to understand why the old gang leader chose such a young man to teach him the 18 Palms of the treasure of the gang.

He Zhan moved his neck, and his bones and joints made a sound like firecrackers, and his footsteps finally began to start. Su Le's eyes turned to the ground, looking at Wei Hong's mountain-cutting knife.

Su Le did not take the knife because he had a premonition that if he picked up the knife, he would probably have no chance of winning.

Su Le raised his head and looked at He Zhan and said, "If you have a kind of way, let's divide the level of fists and feet!"

He Zhan looked at the boy in front of him with some curiosity. Is he challenging him?

Su Le said: "Only cowards can use swords. Do you dare to compete with me with your true skills!" He was using provocation to arouse He Zhan's competitive spirit. This is Su Le's cleverness. He knew that it was difficult for him to beat his opponent in swordsmanship. Only by relying on the silk-wrapped hands given to him by Xing Sanjiao, may he have a chance to counterattack.

He Zhan laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears. He heard right, this kid was challenging himself.

Song Xuan said: "You go, I don't want you to care!"

Su Le seemed to have not heard Song Xuan's words. He rushed towards He Zhan like a cheetah, and rushed over unarmedly.

He Zhan raised the Oriental Sword in his hand and inserted it hard into the land beside him. The blade stood on the land like a black flagpole. He Zhan looked at the boy who was unknown in front of him. Could it be that he didn't know that my He Zhan's boxing technique was more powerful than mine.

He Zhanxiang took a step, and then his body ejected at an astonishing speed, clenched his right fist. His figure and arm length were already advantageous, and with the momentum of bounce, he used his advantages to fully utilize.

The right fist hit Su Le's face from a high point, like a roaring tiger. The hazy moonlight shone out from the clouds. With the moonlight, the outline of He Zhan's right fist can be seen clearly. His fist peaks are almost flush. This is the result of his long-term exercise of both fists. Everyone knows that He Zhan's sword technique is powerful, but what He Zhan is really powerful is Hongquan. He Zhan's punching speed is like a meteor, and the fist rubs against the air, making a dull sound of breaking through the air, like a tiger's roar.

Song Xuan's face slightly raised, his brows frowned tightly, and he whispered: "Tiger-shaped fist!" He Zhan used a type of Hongquan, the extremely fierce tiger-shaped fist.
Chapter completed!