When he landed, he had already reached five meters away and rolled back three or four meters before stopping. The little man turned over and lay down, but he didn't stand firmly, and squatted down again, "Wow" spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

The chest is one of the key points of the human body. A heavy blow can hurt the inner abdomen. Xie Wendong's strength is average. If it were Jiang Sen, this kick would be enough to kill the little man.

Xie Wendong kicked him away. Before he could catch up, he whistled and surrounded him with more than 20. Ren Changfeng rushed forward and slashed Huashan at a glance. The man hurriedly dodged, knowing that this was just a false move. Before the knife could be implemented, Ren Changfeng changed to a stab. The blade wiped the man's ribs and spurted in. The stab was not deep, but it was enough to take the man's life. Ren Changfeng gently pulled out the knife, smiled long, and said wildly: "If you don't have life, come on!" His sword technique trembled, but his words also hit the mastiff energy of Nanhongmen. As soon as he finished speaking, five or six people rushed up to fight with him at the same time. Both sides fought back and forth, fighting in a mess.

Xie Wendong was looking around, hoping to find the other party in charge. If he could subdue him, the battle would be much better. He glanced around and was disappointed. None of the crowd seemed to be giving orders. It seemed that the enemy had not been fully dispatched. Thinking of this, Xie Wendong stepped up his wielding knife in his hand. Now the longer the time he wasted, the more unfavorable it was for his side. At this time, a knife came to his face, and Xie Wendong raised his knife and knocked out.

A knife stabbed under his ear. He took the other person's hair like lightning. He grabbed the other person's hair and pulled it back. The other person bent down in pain. Xie Wendong raised his knee and hit the man's face. With a "crack", the man's nose bone collapsed and he shouted and covered his face and retreated, with blood in his fingers. Before the man could stand firm, Xie Wendong waved his wrist, and a golden light flashed like a meteor, flashing around the man's neck, and the scream disappeared abruptly.

The disciples of the Nanhongmen side could see clearly. One of them was sharp-eyed. Xie Wendong had a golden knife at the bottom of the box, and there were silver wires on the golden knife. This was no longer a secret. He saw an extremely thin silk-like object shining slightly in the moonlight. It would be hard to find if he didn't look carefully. He grabbed the silver wire and shouted: "I grabbed Xie Wendong's golden sword!"

The rumors only say that Xie Wendong's golden sword is powerful, but there is no mention of the silver thread on the golden sword. Xie Wendong looked at the man who was shouting coldly, shook his wrist and said coldly: "Let go!"

The man was very obedient. His hand that grabbed Yinsi was indeed loosened. Not only did he loosen his hands, but his four fingers were cut at the same time. Even the man didn't even feel it. After Xie Wendong took back the golden knife, the man felt a little dizzy. He looked down and saw that the four fingers flew unexpectedly, and a large pool of blood was piled on the ground. He howled and fainted.

Xie Wendong's two swords, one long and one broken, one bright and one dark, are hard to defend against. In less than a while, four or five people fell under his hands, most of them venting more and less breathing, and they seemed to be unable to survive. During the big fight, Xie Wendong had always had few mercy on his subordinates. Since the fight started, the purpose was nothing more than two points, one was to protect himself and the other was to hit the opponent. No matter which point, the ultimate goal was to make the opponent lose the ability to take action. How to make the opponent lose the ability to take action, the easiest and most direct way was to kill the opponent. Xie Wendong did this and even if the person he defeated did not die, he would not have the ability to get up and fight again. The enemies around him gradually decreased, so he took the time to look at other people, although Jiang Sen, Ren Changfeng, Jinyan and others were covered in blood, but most of them were from others.

The man looked relaxed and did not take the remaining people seriously. A Shui and his six subordinates were in a mess. Half of the six people were already lying on the ground covered in blood. The other three were more or less slacking off, panting. A Shui's skills were not as strong as initially. Every time he used a knife, he seemed to be using all his strength. Xie Wendong slapped himself in a blunt manner, secretly blaming himself for forgetting him. He had no contact with A Shui, but he felt that this person was good and warm. If he lost his life by eating his own 'pot' this time, he would not be able to explain to the old ghost, even if he could not pass this level. After thinking about it, he swung a few times and forced the disciples of the Nanhong Sect who were entangled around him to retreat, but then shouted to Ren Changfeng: "Changfeng, you have left these people to you!"

Ren Changfeng refused to accept the visitor, and he took as much as he could. Haha, he laughed and said, "No problem!" He attacked several times, first repelled the people beside him, then rushed behind Xie Wendong a few steps, blocking the disciples of the Nanhong Sect who were chasing him, swung the Tang sword, and said loudly: "If you want to chase, you have to pass my level first!"

The man was still a little afraid of Xie Wendong, and the others didn't take it seriously at all. One of them shouted, "You're a big deal!" He said, raising his knife to slash Ren Changfeng's head.

He might be the first person who said that Ren Changfeng was a fart. When did he get this angry, his lungs almost exploded. He laughed in anger. He flashed slightly along the man's knife, then reached out and sent him. The man's body suddenly "floated". Others floated faster, and Ren Changfeng's pace was faster. Before his body landed, he rushed over like an arrow, and at the same time waved his palm and slashed the back of the man's head. The man didn't even snort and fainted. At this time, the disciples of the Nanhong Sect realized that the young man with an arrogant face in front of him was no worse than Xie Wendong. Ren Changfeng did not give them a chance to hesitate. He just knocked down the man and slashed at everyone.

A Shui is now at the end of his life. He is always proud of his physical strength, and he seems to have endless strength, but now, these strengths have been gradually sucked dry, and all that is left is an empty frame. The knife as light as nothing seems to weigh a thousand pounds in his hand. Every time the knife wheel goes out, he has to use twelve points of strength, and there is no return. He cuts out with one knife and is unable to make any moves. "Ah!" With a scream, A Shui is beside him

Another brother fell down. A steel pipe weighing more than two pounds was hitting the man's temple. He suddenly felt like a pillar, his head was dizzy, and he fell to the ground. Before he could get up, a man stepped forward to Nanhongmen stepped forward and stabbed him in the head. The sword light appeared, and the blood light saw it. A Shui's eyes turned red, and another brother died in front of him. He howled and rushed towards the other side, but more than ten disciples of Nanhongmen around him could not make him do what he wanted. They waved their swords to stop him, but two of them were not released.

When he met, at least four or five holes were opened by A Shui. He was covered in blood and was a little confused. When he saw an opportunity, he quietly walked behind A Shui and stabbed him in the back of his heart. The knife was fast and poisonous. A Shui didn't even feel that the fatal crisis had arrived. At this moment, a "bang" shot, and the person slashed and fell to the ground. He wanted to stand up with a knife, but his body was not under his control. He couldn't stand up no matter how hard he stood up.

Blood flowed out from the middle of his forehead. As the gun sounded, a bullet still penetrated his head. The gun was Jiang Sen's, but the person who shot was Xie Wendong. People all know that Xie Wendong is good at swords, and his marksmanship is his weakness, but his weakness is often surprisingly accurate. As soon as a shot came, Xie Wendong whistled lightly, shook his hand, and threw the gun to Jiang Sen not far away. He held the blood on the knife and said softly: "Your enemies are here."

Before he finished speaking, three great men rushed towards him. Three knives stabbed him from three directions. The movements of these three people were far less fast than Xie Wendong, and their experience was not as rich as Xie Wendong. He turned around, avoided the blades of the three people and also reached one person. His arm was handed out with force, and his elbow hit the man's neck. Both sides were extremely fast, and the direction was opposite. The force of the collision was imagined. The man's body flew backwards, and with a crisp sound, the man's head was pulled down, and the neck bone was elbowed by Xie Wendong.

The person broke and the person had just landed on the ground, and his breath had long been gone. Before the other two people could react, Xie Wendong had already passed by the two and came to A Shui, looking up and down, smiling and shook his head, this evil battle really made A Shui miserable. His face was covered with blood and sweat, and it turned into a big flowery face. His body was even worse. His clothes could not be seen in the original color, and he could not tell whether it was his own blood or the other party's. If he continued to fight like this, he would have to explain it sooner or later. Xie Wendong pulled A Shui's wrist and said, "Follow me!" After that, he rushed towards Jiang Sen and the others.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree. Xie Wendong came up and easily cleaned up a person, and made a clean move, which really shocked the Nanhongmen and others. Seeing him rushing, they all gave in. The distance between the two sides was always five or six steps away. As Jiang Sen and others were getting closer, someone in the Nanhongmen could not help it. One of the tall and rash men shouted, stepped forward quickly, and handed it to Xie Wendong in the stomach. But he didn't know that he didn't dodge, and saw the sword approaching and grabbed the big man's hand.

The wrist turned out, and the man felt pain. His knife took off his hand and landed on the ground. Xie Wendong raised his legs and the tip of his shoe hit the man's jaw. The man's body was shaken, rolled his eyes, and his huge body fell to the ground. The personnel did not wake up. Xie Wendong took the opportunity to rush out of the crowd and meet with Jiang Sen and others. Before he could even say a word, the roar of cars came from the road. Then, the voices of people trembled, and more than a hundred men rushed up around him in an instant.

Ren Changfeng knocked down the three or four people around him and quickly looked around for a while. The heads in front of him were filled with darkness, and he couldn't help but say, "Damn, is this still over?"

A Shui's consciousness was restored, and he looked around and sighed secretly, asking, "Who are they?" Xie Wendong said calmly, "Who do you think can be if you have such strength in Kunming and can find so many people?" "Hongmen? Nanhongmen?" A Shui said in surprise. Xie Wendong nodded and said, "That's right." A Shui frowned and said, "But our Golden Triangle and Nanhongmen have never been invaded by the well water, and they are safe. Why do they..." Xie Wendong cursed inwardly, but he didn't see that Nanhongmen was looking for him. He snorted and said, "How can one mountain accommodate two tigers."

Oh! Xie Wendong said that he was unintentional, but A Shui listened to him, his eyebrows locked deeper, and he secretly took a breath. He turned around and said to his two remaining subordinates: "Hurry up, call Brother Gui, let him prepare early. Also, send someone to support us." One of them hurriedly agreed and called the old ghost.

The distant water cannot quench the near thirst. Xie Wendong looked at the form in front of him and said to everyone in a deep voice: "Everyone is ready, we have to run away."

Jiang Sen turned around and asked while standing on guard, "Where are running, the road is crowded with cars." Xie Wendong pointed to the wasteland next to the road and said, "If you can't walk on the road, we will walk on the grass."

A Shui said anxiously: "What about our goods?" Xie Wendong rolled his eyes and shrugged: "Now my life is almost impossible to save, but he cares what he does if he is not in stock." Seeing that A Shui was going to say something, he waved his hand and said first: "Anyway, we know who the other party is, and we are not afraid of the green mountains. He can't escape from Nanhongmen and cannot be relied on. It's not too late to settle the score with them in the future." "Well!" A Shui gritted his teeth and squeezed through his teeth.

A few words were squeezed out: "I endured it this time!" Golden Eyes almost laughed, thinking that the people in the Golden Triangle are really arrogant, can you bear it now? There were no less than a hundred people coming up from behind Nanhongmen, and there were no less than a hundred disciples who had previously been left. They raised their swords and shouted at Xie Wendong and others. This momentum was really scary. Xie Wendong didn't get more lustful, and he chuckled twice, no longer hesitated, and waved his hand and said, "Go!" After that, he took the lead in running off the road.

A Shui lost the goods he got in front of him again. He was really unwilling to accept that he looked at the truck's still moving. Jiang Sen pulled his clothes and said anxiously: "Okay, brother, look again, even you have to explain here." "Oh!" A Shui stomped his feet and took his two subordinates to the direction of Xie Wendong.

The sky was completely dark, and the crescent moon was slanted with the corners of the sky. The faint hazy moonlight was beautiful, which was also beautiful. That was for the lover at night. Xie Wendong hoped that the moon would be brighter, and the wilderness in front of him was dark and there was no edge, and it was difficult to judge the direction. A Shui said that the place where the old ghost was hiding was in the southeast, and he could only choose one direction to run vaguely. If it were right, only God knew. Everyone ran out for more than two miles, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The pursuits from Nanhongmen behind seemed to be consuming weights and followed closely. Xie Wendong and others had nothing, but A Shui gradually couldn't breathe. If it were normal, his physical strength was not necessarily weaker than Xie Wendong, but now he had injuries on his body. Every step he took would have to touch the wounds on his body, as if a saw blade was sawing back and forth on his body, and the blood flowed intensified with movement.

It kept flowing out of the wound. After running for another period, A Shui's feet softened and fell to the ground. Jiang Sen, who was behind the palace, sighed in his heart, looked at Xie Wendong, Ren Changfeng, Jinyan and others, and knew what he should do without asking. He stepped forward and pulled A Shui and carried it on his back. Ren Changfeng smiled when he saw this and laughed, "Old Sen, do you need me to help you." "Stop talking sarcastic words, you!" Jiang Sen glanced at him. "Oh!" Ren Changfeng sighed deliberately and shook his head and said, "You are the only one of us who has the greatest strength. Who can carry it if you don't carry it?!" Before he finished speaking, he thumped, one of A Shui's two subordinates was exhausted and fell to the ground. {Piao Tian Wenxue Thanks to all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}
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