Seeing Ren Changfeng and the three-eyed two men slashing towards the one-eyed dragon, Xie Wendong also wanted to step forward, but before he could take a step, he slashed three swords towards him. His steps slipped and flashed like a loach. His arm swung violently, and the golden light suddenly appeared, like a meteor, around one person's neck and stabbed into the throat of the man next to him. Xie Wendong shook his body and took back the golden sword. Looking at the two men, there was a blood hole in one throat, and a blood mark on the other neck, blood flowed out, slowly collapsed weakly. The remaining man was so scared that he was stunned. Before the knife he cut was taken back, Xie Wendong rushed to him with a quick step. The two face to face, the distance between them was less than five inches, and even the other party's breathing could be clearly heard.

The man was so excited that he quickly put away his sword and stabbed Xie Wendong in the back of his heart. The latter was extremely cunning, and he knew what he was going to do when he looked at the other person's eyes. He lifted his body and turned from the person to behind him. It didn't matter if he left, the man didn't stab Xie Wendong with one knife, but instead used too much force and could not hold it away. Half of the blade went straight into his lower abdomen. "Oh!" screamed, and the man died on his back with the knife that was inserted into his stomach. Xie Wendong smiled cruelly. Just as he was about to turn around, more than twenty people came up in front of him, with the swords and sticks raised together, his eyes wide open, and he wanted to tear him apart and swallow him in one mouthful. "Haha!" Xie Wendong smiled upwards, facing more than twenty men without fear.

More than twenty Nanhongmen disciples surrounded him and trapped him in the middle. Seeing three corpses that were not cold on the ground, they were secretly frightened. Looking at Xie Wendong again, his face was bloody, his eyes were as red as blood, and in the dark, it seemed that he was about to emit red light. "What are you waiting for?" Xie Wendong shook the mountain knife in his hand, and smiled slightly.

"Kill!" His words angered everyone. In an instant, five big men and five swords came to Xie Wendong from different angles. With a cold smile, Xie Wendong suddenly became passionate. With the experience just now, he was full of confidence in his footwork. His footsteps were not moving, but his body shook slightly. The first knife that stabbed passed through his armpit, which made the big man of the knife stunned. He clearly saw that his sword was about to stab the other party's back heart. How could he not

The man ran under the arm with a clever intrigue. Before he could figure out what was going on, Xie Wendong closed his arms and grabbed the man's knife. Then he waved his head without turning back. The mountain knife made a whirring sound of wind slashing towards the man's face. The man wanted to draw his sword to resist, but he still had no chance. "Puchi", the blood fountain spewed out, and the body with half of his head staggered back, scaring the crowd around him to scream and dodge. Xie Wendong cut off the

The man had half his head, and he kept swaying a mountain knife, "Dangdang..." Jin Ming sounded continuously, bounced out the other four swords. He seized the opportunity, concentrated all his strength, and cut Mount Hua to one person with a knife. The man dared not be arrogant, and the horizontal knife blocked him. He heard a crisp sound, the knife was broken, and the person died. The shocking bloody hole cut from the man's cheek to his lower abdomen, which shows how powerful Xie Wendong's sword was. How could he have seen the remaining three people?

This powerful figure was almost scared of courage. He looked at each other without saying a word, turned around and rushed for a few times and disappeared into the crowd. The remaining people blinked in amazement, not knowing whether they should go forward for a moment. Xie Wendong shook off the mountain knife, and still had a faint smile on his face, saying, "Who will next?" He raised his eyes, and wherever his blood-red eyes passed, he was scared to retreat several steps. He looked around for a week, and the encirclement expanded for a week.

One of the people who looked like a leader was frightened by Xie Wendong. He was so angry that he stamped his feet and scolded, "What a bunch of useless things!" As he said that, he stepped forward, pointed at Xie Wendong with a knife in his hand, and said angrily: "Friend, look at your skills, it seems that you are not an unknown person!" Xie Wendong glanced at him, sneered, lowered his head and wiped the blood-coagulated blade carefully, and said lightly: "Xie Wendong!" "What?" He suddenly jumped out, and the little boss didn't understand what it meant for a while.

Xie Wendong was helpless and said word by word: "My name is Xie Wendong!" He looked at the other person pitifully, as if he was looking at a dying person. The little leader was naturally not dead yet, but he saw the golden eyes outside the crowd. "Xie Wendong?!" The little leader was startled, then he was overjoyed, and turned to shout to everyone, "He is Xie Wendong, he is Xie Wendong!!" As he spoke, he took the lead, for fear that others would rush to him, and he raised his knife and ran out to Xie Wendong like crazy. Even his hands holding the knife were trembling slightly.

Xie Wendong stood quietly, sighed, and looked up at the sky. Seeing his appearance, the little boss was even more excited and said secretly: Xie Wendong, this is you looking for death! When he reached a place less than three steps away, the little boss jumped up high, went up to the top, and slashed hard at Xie Wendong's head.

"Bang!" As soon as the cold gunshot sounded, the little boss was still flipping in the air, "Puzzle", dust rolled, and landed at Xie Wendong's feet. A hole as big as a thumb appeared in his temple. When the person who was following him was about to fight forward, he saw the little boss falling to the ground and huh, he retreated in a row. Jinye was carrying a pistol with blue smoke, and was about to shoot the disciple of the Nanhongmen who ran away with his head, but was stopped by Xie Wendong's hand and said, "There are still bullets, the person we are looking for hasn't found yet." Jinye turned his eyes and immediately knew who Xie Wendong pointed at, nodded, put away his gun and said, "I understand! Brother Dong!"

Besides, Ren Changfeng and the three-eyed men rushed towards the one-eyed dragon. The disciples under the Nanhong Gate could not stop them at all, especially Ren Changfeng's Tang sword, which was injured and died. After several encounters, more than a dozen people were injured under his sword. At this time, the one-eyed men also found him, separated the crowd, looked Ren Changfeng up and down, laughed, and said, "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be the self-deprecating boy of the Northern Thief!" Ren Changfeng stopped, Tang Dao turned around in his hand, and said coldly: "Just with your words, you should die a hundred times!" "Haha?" Tian Fangchang raised his eyebrows, turned slightly, and had an extra square knife in his hand, saying, "I only have one life, boy, if you have the ability, come and get it!"

Ren Changfeng looked at the knife in his hand. It was about the same length as his own, but it was extremely thick, like an iron bar, waving it with a magnificent momentum. If he was accidentally touched by this knife, he would lose his skin even if he didn't die. Ren Changfeng slowly stepped forward, stared at the other party's square knife, and said calmly: "A knife is a good knife, but I don't know what the person who uses the knife is like?"

The distance between the two gradually increased, and the atmosphere became more and more serious. The disciples of the Nanhongmen subconsciously retreated from the circle, leaving a small and half a basketball court-sized field. Tian Fangchang held the knife handle tightly, his face was gloomy. Although he spoke easily, he was not unaware of Ren Changfeng's martial arts. He was the No. 2 master in Beihongmen. The two men had less than five steps, and they both reached the range of attacks between the two sides, while Ren Changfeng was still walking. Tian Fangchang was unwilling to bear the pressure brought to him by the other party, and they all made a sound. Suddenly, a knife was handed out, and the attack horn sounded. The speed of this knife was not fast, but the latter changed a lot, so it was tentative. Ren Changfeng snorted coldly, and did not dodge or dodge, facing the sword stabbed by the other party, and stabbed back with the same move, but the speed was to

It was much faster than Tian Fangchang's sword. The latter secretly scolded Ren Changfeng for not being a thing, and he used his life-and-death fighting style to come up. He didn't want to take this risk. Helplessly, Tian Fangchang put his sword away and dodged several steps. Ren Changfeng wanted the opponent like this. He took the opportunity to grab the lead, a Tang sword, flew up and down, and moved his body left and right, and never left the key points of Tian Fangchang's body. The attacking side always had a lot of advantages over the defense side, at least in terms of physical strength, mentality, and morale. In less than two minutes, Tian Fangchang had already seen sweat on his head and breathed heavily. At this time, he regretted that he was timid just now and was seized by Ren Changfeng. He didn't know that the opponent's moves were like the water of the Yangtze River, continuous, and did not give him a chance to counterattack or breathe.

This is not a solution! Tian Fangchang roared and used a life-desperate way to fight. Ren Changfeng slashed his lower abdomen with a knife. He gritted his teeth and stood firmly, and then slashed the opponent's neck with a backhand. Ren Changfeng didn't want to lose the opportunity to take the lead. The knife kept tilting back. The knife roared past his face, and cut a strand of his hair. His knife also skipped across Tian Fangchang's lower abdomen. Although it did not hurt his skin, it made a foot-long hole in his clothes. Both sides retreated two steps. After standing firm, Ren Changfeng touched his forehead and cheeks, and felt that it was not hurt, so he felt relieved. Tian Fangchang lowered his head and looked at the hole in his lower abdomen. He saw that he had just scratched his clothes and breathed a long sigh. He secretly woke up that the other party's knife was not a single inch longer, so he could open it. The two of them looked at each other and felt that it was okay, and they began to stare at each other.

At this time, Dong Xinlei, who was knocked into the small building, also led a group of subordinates to kill and fight with the disciples of the Nanhong Sect. The soldiers on both sides were facing each other, with swords flashing, and the evil spirits surged into the sky, and the shouts of killing continued. As soon as Xie Wendong came back, the people of the Beihong Sect were frightened, and it was not easy to defeat them. From beginning to end, Xie Wendong kept fighting and looking for Xiang Wentian, but he went around in the factory and couldn't even find a figure. However, he was sure that Xiang Wentian must have come. The fierce battle between the two sides continued to escalate, and the number of people killed and injured continued to increase. There were people who could not get up everywhere in the entire factory, flowing into the blood of the river, almost dyeing the ground red, and the broken limbs and arms were broken, which was shocking and disgusting.

Perhaps even God is also sighing about the murder of human beings. Human beings treat their own cruelty, and it rains sparsely. At first it was just a light rain, but later it was getting more and more. The rain washed away the blood on the ground, but it could not calm the sins of the world. Suddenly, a dazzling light in the sky rose. In an instant, when the sky was as bright as day, Tian Fangchang, who was originally confronted with Ren Changfeng, changed his face and glared at Ren Changfeng fiercely, and said while retreating: "We have not finished this battle yet! I will settle the score with you in the future!" After saying that, he waved his hand,

He ran to the courtyard wall without turning his head. When he reached the base of the wall, he jumped over and jumped out. When the other disciples of Nanhongmen saw the strong light, they retreated one after another. Although they were retreating, they were in a state of order. The people behind the people behind blocked the enemy. The people in front retreated with all their might. Dong Xinlei wanted to chase him, but was stopped by Xie Wendong. The latter looked at the male Hongmen disciple who was leaving and said coldly: "Don't chase him anymore. Even if he catches up, he will not be able to get a result." "Don't let him run like this?" Dong Xinlei held his anger in his heart, and he couldn't feel happy if he didn't vomit.

Xie Wendong grinned and said, "We only have two things to do now. Either clean the battlefield quickly or leave the factory with all my might. If I guess correctly, the police will be here soon."

"Ah?" Dong Xinlei felt a little cold when he heard the police. He looked around and saw corpses everywhere. The dead people were still crawling and crying for help. If the police came at this time, he would not be able to clean it even if he jumped into the Yellow River. After Xie Wendong said this, he put his eyes on his cheek and pondered for a moment, slapped his head and murmured: "What a cunning Xiang Wenge! Brother Dong, even if we are working hard to clean the battlefield now, we will not be able to clean it in less than two or three hours, but the police arrived at that time. Brother Dong, what should we do?"

"Cold!" Xie Wendong smiled and took out his handkerchief and wiped his slasher calmly. "Cough!" Three eyes were so anxious that they stomped their feet. This was really the emperor who was not in a hurry to kill the eunuch.

Xie Wendong glanced at the corner of his eyes and smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, don't worry. At worst, we don't want this place. Take your own people away. Don't care about the people in the Nanhongmen. Let them explain to the police themselves!" Dong Xinlei was shocked and said anxiously: "Then where are we going?" "God's Bar!" Xie Wendong shook his hand and the handkerchief floated to the ground.

An hour later, when the branch director Jing Xuewen finally cleared the crowded cars on the road, and when he arrived at the scene, there was no one in the factory who could stand up. Looking around, dead, non-dead people were everywhere, and the babbling and painful cry for help was intermittent. Even Jing Xuewen himself was a little scared, let alone other police officers under his command, the captain said in a daze: "God, what happened here?" Jing Xuewen's face was gloomy and turned around and said angrily: "What are you doing here? Why don't you go to block the nearby roads? By the way, I'll just inform the police in the district!" The captain suddenly woke up, and did not dare to breathe for a moment, so he led the people away in a hurry. Jing Xuewen frowned in the shape of a 'chuan' and said to himself: "It's too much, it's going to be a big deal if it's spread!" As he said that, he took out the phone and dialed Xiang Wentian's cell phone.

After Xie Wendong brought people to Tianyi Bar, he immediately filled the bar, which was not small. There were people upstairs and downstairs. After a little calculation, there were no less than fifty brothers killed or injured below. Xie Wendong sat in a private room on the second floor, slowly smoking a cigarette. He sat or stood left and right, no less than twenty people. The room was quiet, and the needle could be heard. Everyone was waiting for him to speak. After a while, he strangled the cigarette butt and asked, "I wonder how much manpower was lost in Nanhongmen this time?" {Piaotian Wenxue Thanks to all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}
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