Xie Wendong and Bo Zhanhui pulled out their posture, and the two gangs around him automatically gave up a piece of open space, giving them enough space to display their skills.

Xie Wendong weighed the mount knife in his hand and said to Bo Zhanhui: "You can show your weapon." Bo Zhanhui's hands were empty and said coldly: "I will use it when it's time to use it." Xie Wendong sneered, and then got the knife in his hand and said: "Since that's the case, I'm not polite." Bo Zhanhui said: "You can do it anytime." "Okay!" Xie Wendong shouted OK. At the same time, the mount knife swept hard and swept across Bo Zhanhui's throat. The blade hung on the wind, making a harsh "whistle".

Bo Zhanhui shouted, "Good come!" He quickly leaned back, and the blade was pressed against the tip of his nose. Before Xie Wendong could stop, he raised his foot and kicked Xie Wendong's lower body. The lower body was the key to the human body. If he was scratched by his round kick, he would be useless. Unexpectedly, the opponent was so agile and quick, so Xie Wendong dared not be negligent. He bent his legs and jumped into the air. He was in the air, and quickly closed his legs, pressed the tip of Bo Zhanhui's kick. At the same time, he used his strength to slam the slash of the opponent's forehead.

"Huh!" Bo Zhanhui had too late to dodge his legs. He crossed his arms and blocked them upwards. With a crisp sound of 'clang', Xie Wendong flew backwards more than one meter away. After landing, he took two steps before he could barely stand firm. Bo Zhanhui was not much better. He sank hard, but it was difficult to remove the force of the other party's top-down knife. He sharpened his shoes and slid nearly half a meter away. His arms were slightly numb. The sleeves that had just collided with the mountain knife were broken, and the shiny metal object inside was faintly exposed.

Xie Wendong's tiger's mouth was so shocked that he squinted his eyes and looked at the other person's arm. It turned out that he had two steel covers on his forearm. No wonder he dared to use his arm to force his powerful knife. Bo Zhanhui turned his hand and tore off his sleeves, revealing the whole picture of the steel cover. It was obvious that the pair of steel covers were carefully made, full of brightness, with dragon-shaped dark flowers on top, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, just made according to the shape of a person's arm, and it seemed like nothing was there. Bo Zhanhui's arms shook, and he punched two short blades one and a half feet long on the two steel covers, with wide back and narrow front, and the blood groove was hollow. With the street light, the blade was flashing from time to time. People with discerning eyes knew that its steel cover was definitely excellent at first sight.

Bo Zhanhui closed his arms slightly and wiped the two short blades. Everyone thought he had something to say, but he rushed forward and stabbed Xie Wendong's throat and lower abdomen. Xie Wendong curled his mouth, and he didn't take the other party's fierce attack seriously. He thought that compared with Canglang's two swords, Bo Zhanhui's speed was as slow motion. In fact, Bo Zhanhui was not slow. How many people in the world can compare to Canglang?! Xie Wendong raised one hand and bounced the short blade that stabbed his throat first. Then on one side, Bo Zhanhui's other short blade opened two holes in his clothes and slipped through it.

.Xie Wendong wanted this. He twisted his body suddenly. Before the opponent's short blade could be pulled out, it was already wrapped in his clothes. "Let's go down!" Xie Wendong shouted and jumped back with all his strength. Bo Zhanhui's short blade was wrapped around, his arms were struggling, and he leaned forward. He almost fell down. Thanks to his quick reaction, the short blade of his other hand was barely stabilized. Then he roared, wiping it into the air with force, and then tugging Xie Wendong's clothes into pieces before pulling out the short blade. Xie Wendong took a few steps back and looked down. Okay, the clothes were twisted out by the opponent's short blade, and two black holes the size of a fist were poured out by the opponent's short blade, which made the cool breeze.

Awesome! Xie Wendong called out a secretly, took off his clothes, threw it aside, revealing the white shirt inside. "Damn!" He shook the hilt in his hand, hooked his fingers at Bo Zhanhui, meaning that he would continue. Bo Zhanhui growled, and his two blades were flying, like thorns and thorns, attacking Xie Wendong's eyes.

Xie Wendong's steady silk was not moving, and he was secretly lucky to release the winner. The two blades were getting closer and closer to his eyes, and even three eyes were wide open. He had no confidence to escape at such a close distance. Just as he was about to pull out his gun, Xie Wendong slid and his body slid around. He looked like a dancer was dancing with barree, and his rotation was relaxed and free. Only he knew that every step he rotated under his feet was extraordinary, which was poured out with countless sweats and countless falls.

Bo Zhanhui saw that he stabbed both sides, and even a surprise expression appeared in his eyes. At this time, Xie Wendong disappeared in front of him. It seemed that he did not exist at all. The position he was standing just now was empty. Ghost! This is a word that jumped out of Bo Zhanhui's heart. There is no ghost in the world, and Xie Wendong is not. His power has reached Bo Zhanhui's back, and he used all the accumulated power in the dark on his arms. He bounced his legs and rose high. He pointed at the back of the other party's head and cut Huashan with a knife. Perhaps Xie Wendong used too much strength. Before the knife could fall, Bo Zhanhui felt the sound behind his head. The powerful force pierced his neck and made it painful. A roar sound like a fighter flying by at close range sounded in his ears. It was not good to scream in secret, Bo Zhanhui rushed to fight, his arms folded and raised it high above his head.

Only two consecutive sounds of "click" were heard in the earlobe. Bo Zhanhui yelled and took several steps forward, hitting the crowd around him. His lower abdomen shrank and released, and he was so angry that he was spitting out a mouthful of blood. His spirit was in vain, his body shook and fell down softly. Then look at the two short blades on his wrist, each of which was the size of a soybean.

Xie Wendong was not feeling uncomfortable, his arms were numb and he drooped. His arms seemed not his own, and he couldn't even lift them up. He turned his face to the ground with a slight look, and he suddenly returned to his original state. He walked slowly towards Bo Zhanhui, his eyes smiling and almost turned into two black lines. He said proudly: "With your skills, even if I don't use a knife, it can be easily solved." He said relaxed and comfortable, but only he knew the pain. Others didn't understand it. He thought he was deliberately throwing the knife away and showing himself.

Bo Zhanhui sat on the ground, gasped for a while, and it was not easy to calm down. He vomited another mouthful of blood. After spitting out the stuffy blood in his heart, he felt more comfortable in his chest. He supported him with a short blade to stand up, nodded to Xie Wendong, and smiled bitterly: "I lost, I will do it at your disposal. I will do it even if I want to do it. Even if you are still a character, don't humiliate me."

Xie Wendong looked up at the sky, and there was no expression on his face. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long time, he said, "You go."

"What?" Bo Zhanhui thought he had heard it wrong. This seemed to be something that the cruel Xie Wendong should say. He frowned and said, "I have admitted that I lost, you..." "I said, you can leave!" Xie Wendong raised his head and said, "I have never regretted what I said." Oh! Bo Zhanhui took a breath, and now he really couldn't understand what the other party was thinking, and he suspected: "You really let me go?" Xie Wendong smiled and said, "I don't want to say it for the third time." "Are you afraid of my revenge?" Bo Zhanhui said gasping.

"Haha!" Xie Wendong smiled to the sky and said proudly: "Welcome at any time. How many people have I killed and offended many people, I am afraid I can't even remember it myself. If I am afraid that others will take revenge, then I won't even have to sleep?!" Bo Zhanhui looked at Xie Wendong for a while, then sighed deeply, and said infinitely: "Everyone says you, Xie Wendong, how cunning, but I understand today, why did you achieve what you have today!" He stomped his feet, withdrew his double blades, bowed to Xie Wendong, convinced, and said: "I owe you a life! From now on, my Zhongyi Gang and you Beihong Gate will have no grudges anymore. If you have any questions, I will give in. If you ask, I will help you. If you have two words, it will be like this clothes!" As he said that, he removed his collar, and tore off the hem of the clothes with a 'his' and threw them on the ground.

"Haha!" Xie Wendong smiled slightly, walked towards his camp, walked to the car, stopped, turned around and smiled brightly, and said, "In the future, we may become friends!" After saying that, he shook his head at the younger brother next to him. The younger brother was stunned and didn't understand what he meant. Xie Wendong secretly called him a fool, and said helplessly: "Open the car door!"

"Oh, oh!" The younger brother agreed repeatedly, and opened the car door in a hurry. He and Xie Wendong had been together for a long time, and he was still wondering in his heart that Brother Dong had no habit of letting others open the car door for him! What happened today? Xie Wendong got into the car with a smile, Sanyan and Dongxinlei also got in. The car started and slowly turned around. On the way home, Sanyan could no longer hold it in and asked, "Brother Dong, I am unwilling to let Bo Zhanhui go around like this, after all, we have injured so many brothers!"

Xie Wendong nodded and said, "I know!" Dong Xinlei continued, "And Bo Zhanhui is not very good, he is cunning and profound. He is saying it well now. Maybe he may stab us in the back when he is stabbing us!" Xie Wendong nodded and smiled, "I know!" Sanyan said, "Liu said, Bo Zhanhui dares to fight us head-on this time, and there seems to be a Nanhong Sect in secret. If this is the case, this person would be better removed earlier." Xie Wendong smiled and said, "I know!"

He even said three 'I know', and was stunned by Sanyan and Dong Xinlei's remarks. The two of them were puzzled and asked in unison: "Since Brother Dong knows it, why did you let him go?"

Xie Wendong smiled bitterly, and he leaned against the chair and said, "Do you think I want it? I seemed to have won the battle just now, but I actually lost. Until now, my hand didn't even have the power to raise it, and Bo Zhanhui just vomited blood. He just vomited blood!" He emphasized his tone and shook his head and sighed. "Ah?" Sanyan and Dong Xinlei pulled Xie Wendong's hand at the same time, and the palms were swollen and his fingers trembled slightly without obeying the orders. "So that's it!" The two of them suddenly realized that no wonder Brother Dong had let him go, which was completely different from Brother Dong they knew. Xie Wendong smiled and said, "If I turned against me just now and forced Bo Zhanhui into anger and couldn't use both hands, how could I be his opponent? Even if you

We can withstand him, but anything can happen in chaos. I don’t want to take this risk. It’s not that I’m worried about my own life, but that I have something I’m afraid that you will be unable to resist Xiang Wentian. Then our efforts will be in vain.” Sanyan and Dong Xinlei looked at each other and had nothing to say. Brother Dong is so cautious and meticulous that he is very comparable to anyone, and he is tired than anyone else. Everyone usually only needs to consider their own wealth and life when doing things. However, Brother Dong must resist the lives of everyone in the entire gang. He has to be responsible for one or even two gangs. The pressure in this made Sanyan and Dong Xinlei feel scared even if they think about it. The two said in one voice: “Brother Dong, we understand!”

The battle between Beihongmen and Zhongyi Gang ended with a single line between Xie Wendong and Bo Zhanhui between the boss and the boss. Xie Wendong won, but even he felt that winning was not glorious and winning was cowardly, but he did not do what he should have done. That is, Bo Zhanhui is still alive until now. Xie Wendong's mind is definitely not a broad person. If Xiang Wentian had no idea what to do, he seemed to have a needle in his heart, and he would not be happy without pulling it. After returning to the flowers, Sanyan and others prepared ice cubes and brought medicinal wine.

He was busy. Jiang Lin had not been sleeping and had no intention of going to sleep. Seeing that everyone was helping Xie Wendong back, he felt trembling. He hurriedly stepped forward to check. Seeing that there was no wound on Xie Wendong, his face was not strange, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He did not dare to ask Xie Wendong, but pulled Dong Xinlei aside and asked like a cannon: "What's wrong with Mr. Xie? Are you injured? How are you doing Bo Zhanhui?" It's always a comfortable thing to be asked by a beautiful woman. Dong Xinlei deliberately rolled his eyes and smiled: "You asked so many questions at once, which one should I answer first?"

Jiang Lin was not in the mood to joke with him, so she glanced at him and said, "Are Mr. Xie injured?" "Is he injured!" Seeing that Jiang Lin's delicate face changed color, Dong Xinlei said seriously, "It's just a minor injury. It's okay to recuperate for a few days." "Ah! That's it!" Jiang Lin nodded, finally letting go of his worries. After a while, he said, "Where is Bo Zhanhui? Is he dead?"

As soon as Bo Zhanhui was mentioned, Dong Xinlei's old face suddenly fell down and gritted his teeth and said, "This is his fortune, so let him live for two more days. Brother Dong has already spoken, Bo Zhanhui will be removed sooner or later." After a pause, he frowned and looked at Jiang Lin, and said suspiciously: "I find that you seem to care about Bo Zhanhui's life and death. Don't you have anything to do with it?"

Jiang Lin said in a silence: "I hate him!" "Why?" Dong Xinlei asked. Jiang Lin's face changed, and she felt a little distorted. She snorted deliberately and said angrily: "He smashed the hotel I have worked hard to build into this. Do you think I should hate him?" Dong Xinlei looked around and looked around. He could understand Jiang Lin's mood and comforted him: "Don't worry, we will give you this tone sooner or later, and I can guarantee that the time will not be long." Jiang Lin thoughtfully said: "I hope so!" {Piaotian Wenxue Thanks to all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}
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