Lang Biao was not as relaxed as Zhao Ziyue. As soon as he rushed out of a parking space, he met two ninjas and shot and hit the chest of the current ninja. The ninja's body shook, but he did not stop running wildly. Lang Biao raised his gun and shot the ninja in the leg. The ninja fell to the ground and shot again, and finally died.

When Lang Biao was about to withdraw his gun, he suddenly felt a wind coming from behind his head. He suddenly leaned forward and avoided a sharp knife. At some point, another ninja attacked behind him. He missed a single blow. The ninja quickly moved and chased Lang Biao.

Lang Biao supported the ground with one hand and rolled in. The ninja failed to kill several times, but several times were slashed on Lang Biao's clothes. The black suit cloth strips mixed with white shirt cloth shavings were flying together. Lang Biao finally stopped and raised his hand and shot it, hitting the inside of the ninja's thigh, and then another shot was made. The ninja returned to the spot, and with a "ding" sound, the samurai sword fell on the bridge.

Lang Biao simply took off his torn suit and tore off his white shirt. He was shirtless, revealing his strong bronze muscles, and went shirtless. He and Zhao Ziyue went from left to right, and rushed from the middle of the bridge to both ends of the bridge.

The shirtless Lang Biao held a spotted viper in his hand, cooperated with the iron fist and cheated, and took a fierce route. No one of the ninjas he encountered was spared, just like a war god from ancient times; Zhao Ziyue was wearing a black nike sportswear, with slightly long hair flying in the wind, and there was only a cigarette butt left at the corner of his mouth. He still didn't realize it, and he still had a left pistol and a right knife, walking a light path of killing gods and killing ghosts, just like Shura from hell.

When the bodyguards saw strong support, they were shocked and used the cover of Mercedes-Benz to shoot back. All the ninjas gradually surrounded them. The target was obvious. They were Rolls-Royce blocked in the middle of the bridge. Zhao Ziyue and Lang Biao both retreated and retreated near Rolls-Royce. The ninjas were divided into two encirclements, gradually surrounding Zhao Ziyue and Lang Biao.

As soon as the ninja appears, the gunshots at both ends of the bridge become less. At this time, as the ninja moves to the heart of the bridge, the gunshots on both sides of the bridge start to fire again, and the killer on the bridge head and the remaining bodyguards get angry again.

The burly figure on the tanker truck at the rear of the convoy squinted his eyes and stared in front of him. The blue slutty shirt was covered with oil and the red beard was particularly conspicuous. He looked down at the watch and frowned and said to the tanker truck driver: "Five minutes later, the water snake could no longer take the idea, so let the sky eagle move and evacuate in ten minutes."

"Okay, I'll contact Tianying now." The tanker driver said respectfully.

The bearded lit a cigarette, spit out heavy smoke, looked at the reflectors on both sides and smiled: "You go and block the few strips behind you and rush back before evacuating."

"Okay, I'll go now." He said that, he stopped shooting and pushed the door and got out of the car.

The bearded man gently stroked the red and black PRG-7 rocket launcher in his arms, just like he stroked a woman's face, and the 940mm-long golden armor-breaking bullet was ready to be launched.

The encirclement became smaller and smaller, and suddenly a roar was "Spat the map". All the ninjas waved their swords and slashed from different directions. When the sword fell in front of Zhao Ziyue, the seven ninjas only felt a flash in front of them. There was no one there. Just when the seven people were stunned, a light shout came from the air. The seven people quickly retreated, but it was too late. A sharp oriental sword swung across the necks of the seven people like a windmill.

Zhao Ziyue waved his sword, landed on the ground, and formed a series of sequels. The blood beads slid down drop by drop, like beads with broken lines. Then the sound of "bang bang" was endless. The seven ninjas leaned straight over and fell radially beside Zhao Ziyue. Each of them had a red silk on their necks, and the red silk was slowly getting thicker. Finally, the sound of "bang puff" was endless. Zhao Ziyue bowed and flew into the air, barely avoiding the seven fountains formed by passionate blood.

This creates a very strange picture, a heroic young man holding a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and a blood-colored fountain under his feet.

Cheng Ziyi was excited when she saw this scene. She happened to record the SLR. She was both scared and surprised, and there was a little excitement. The scene just now awakened Cheng Ziyi's dream of martial arts.

As a post-80s generation, every girl and boy is more or less influenced by that era. No one has ever watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" that year. Cheng Ziyi also dreamed of becoming a white-clothed female hero with a white horse. Wherever she passed, all the villains knelt down and begged for old age. As she grew older, she felt that it was all dreams, but Zhao Ziyue completely subverted Cheng Ziyi's idea. She now hid in the bushes by the lake, stretched her hand in the air, trying to grab something, and waved it a few times to vent the suppressed passion in her heart.

Tutu is also passionate now. Through the gap between the tires, his little heart is beating, and he thought to himself that Uncle Pervert is too awesome and too powerful. If this image, if this picture was taken, it would be fine as a promotional video. If it weren't for hiding in the tires and having a broken wheel pressed on it, he would have run out long ago, but sitting inside, Tutu was not idle, waving his little hands, muttering: "Hurry up and use nunchucks... roar, hahaha... use nunchucks... roar, hahaha..."

"Huh?" Tutu suddenly stopped, scratched his head and wondered: "Is this considered stealing the show?"

Just when Tutu was worried about whether Zhao Ziyue would steal the show, Zhao Ziyue had already slipped and came to Lang Biao. Lang Biao was now in danger, and was stabbed in his stomach, his skin was rolled outward, his stomach was blood red, his arms and legs were stabbed several times, and his face was broken.

Zhao Ziyue shook his hand, and the spotted viper flew out. There was no way, so he knocked the trigger twice, and there was no bullet. The spotted viper was right at the wrist of the ninja closest to Lang Biao, and the long sword came out of his hand. Zhao Ziyue rushed forward, swinging the long sword in his hand, and his movements were flowing, just like the commander-in-chief of the symphony orchestra waving the baton, leading the smoothest notes, that is Beethoven's Symphony of Life. Five lives were killed in the palm of his hand.

Finally, Lang Biao was relieved of the siege. Lang Biao wiped the blood from his face and smiled sourly at Zhao Ziyue.

"See, this is the benefit of a young man fighting without wearing clothes. Haha, do you think you are selling meat?" Zhao Ziyue said sarcastically.

Lang Biao smiled bitterly when he saw his bruises all over his body.

Zhao Ziyue looked at the Rolls-Royce lying in the middle of the bridge. The black Rolls-Royce had been thorned by bullets. Fortunately, it was made of bulletproof materials. Like the mass-produced Da Ben, the body of the car had become a hornet's nest. It was a terrible sight. Zhao Ziyue stared at Rolls-Royce and said to himself: Damn, there was no sound in the car for such a big disturbance. Didn't the person fainted by being scared?
Chapter completed!