The soul group besieged Xie Wendong, but not only did not hurt him at all, but he suffered many casualties. Two short and strong men in the soul group looked at each other and retreated to the wall at the same time. One of the round-faced men gestured to his companion, reached out to pull out the gun, slowly condensed his energy, and focused on Xie Wendong who was fighting left and right in the field. He was very confident in his shooting skills. Although the light in the hall was dim and the figure was swaying back and forth in front of him like a lantern, he was still sure that a shot would make Xie Wendong's head bloom, but he needed a gap, and a gap that only whenever there was any vital point on Xie Wendong's body exposed the crowd. He was waiting, but someone didn't let him wait.

Just as the eyes of the round-faced man were connected with the gun barrel and Xie Wendong's figure in the field, a sudden burst of pain in his lower abdomen. He couldn't help but snorted, and his hand holding the gun was retracted, bent down, and lowered his head. He happened to see a pair of legs, a pair of slender and plump women's legs, which stretched the black stockings. He was wondering, how could there be a woman in such an occasion! The round-faced man slowly raised his head, and what was reflected in his eyes was a beautiful face as time as the sky, and the star-like eyes were black and bright, like a waterfall.

The embroidered hair fluttered gently, and the wind was not windy. What a beautiful woman! The round-faced man felt his eyes lit up, and the pain in his lower abdomen seemed to be much weaker. The girl smiled, smiling very gently and sweetly, but the thin and light pocket dagger in her hand was not gentle at all, nor sweet. Her white palm, which was as white as onions, drew lightly in front of the round-faced man. The sharp dagger in the middle of his fingers instantly cut the other person's throat into a large hole deep enough to reach the bone. When the smile on the girl's face disappeared, the round-faced man's

The body was leaning straight against the wall and slid on the ground. The girl's move was too sudden. Another member of the soul group felt something was wrong. It was too late to save him. He watched his companion's neck cut off by the girl. He howled, raised his gun to the girl, preparing to pull the trigger. The girl seemed weak, but her skills were extremely agile. After killing the round-faced man, she did not stop for a moment. She lowered her body and rushed towards the other person. In the blink of an eye, she approached him. When the soul group reacted, she

The girl's dagger stabbed into his lower abdomen. The man gritted his teeth and endured the pain. When he raised his gun to give the girl a fatal bullet, the sharp little dagger had cut his lower abdomen horizontally, and his belly was red and flowing all over the ground. The smell of stench suddenly filled the entire hall. The man seemed to be deflated with a ball of breath, and the gun in his hand was no longer grabbed, and his soft beach fell, his eyes widened, waiting for the call of death. The girl ignored him, but wiped the blood in his hand and walked coldly and ruthlessly past the man's undead body.

Xie Wendong fought easily and comfortably, but he was still alive in danger. It was not that he was not as good as others, but that there were too many people besieging him. There were dead soldiers from the soul group, and they tried their best to greet him. Even if one fell, two people would come up to fill the seats, as if the waves of the sea were continuous. Thanks to countless battles and the experience of being chased, Xie Wendong was developed with agile skills, and he also learned the wonderfulness of the elders in the Hongmen Wangyue Pavilion.

Only then did the footwork proudly support it so that it would not be eaten alive by the members of the soul group around him who were like wolves and tigers. Xie Wendong saw sweat, and his breathing gradually became thicker. He felt that the pressure on his left and right was getting bigger and bigger, and the space for his own use gradually narrowed. At this time, a black-faced man stabbed him in front of him. Xie Wendong originally wanted to retreat and dodge, but suddenly another knife was slashed behind him. He bit his teeth, inhaled and closed his abdomen, and his body suddenly bowed. At the same time, he took the action like lightning, grabbed the wrist of the strong man in front of him, and the tip of the Japanese sword was separated.

His stomach was less than one centimeter, but he could no longer stab him. He shouted, and his wrist turned out to use his grasping hand. The strong man felt pain. With a scream, the Japanese sword fell off his hand and the man squatted down. Xie Wendong restrained the strong man in front of him, but the knife behind him could no longer avoid it. The Japanese sword weighing three or four pounds slashed hard on his back. Although there was a black belt to protect his body, the force of the sword still made him unable to bear it. Oh! Xie Wendong was hit and his blood surged, his throat became sweet, and his stomach bleeding backwards.

.He put the blood in his mouth and dared not spit it out, because his injury would certainly arouse the soul group's attack even more wildly. At that time, his situation was naturally more dangerous. He turned his eyes and roared, and a mouthful of blood made him swallow it. At the same time, he mentioned the strong man who was caught by him and used him as a human shield to block the three Japanese swords that were cut from the slant. The people in the soul group were extremely heavy. The three swords did not cut on Xie Wendong, but were all blocked by the huge body of the strong man. Xie Wendong even heard the sound of the blade breaking his bones.

Oh! Xie Wendong swung his arm and swung his arm. He threw the strong man who weighed nearly 200 pounds out. The soul team members on the front avoided him, and the continuous attacks were also paused. Xie Wendong seized the opportunity and wanted to take a breath, but the knife behind him arrived again. He sighed helplessly and shook his head to ask for death: It's such a ghost who can't kill him! Xie Wendong shouted loudly, and his body was lifted on the spot. Two narrow blades passed through his left and right armpits. Before the other party changed his move, he used his arms to force the two Japanese swords firmly, and used his feet to move his feet below. He swung his toes straight, like

A sharp sword was kicking a man's chin. The man was kicked up so high that he didn't even say a word. His eyes turned pale after falling to the ground. The other man saw that Xie Wendong was braver and raised his feet to knock down his companion easily. He felt chill in his heart and wanted to retreat, but the knife was still under the armpits and did not retreat. The fear in his heart made him no longer feel like fighting. He was hesitant and swaying, but Xie Wendong would not give him time to think about whether to advance or retreat. He only stepped out and when he got close to the man, the distance between the two was less than three inches, face to face, and even the hair on the other person's face was clearly visible.

The man looked at Xie Wendong without blinking his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and was stunned for a moment. Xie Wendong was definitely not a handsome person. At best, he belonged to the kind of handsome person, but his eyes were very special, single and long, even if he opened it, he gave people a squinting feeling. His dark eyes were deep and deep. As he flowed, the feminine cold air naturally left, and sometimes he inadvertently flashed the light of wisdom, as bright as the scorching sun at noon, which made people dare not look at him. At this time, these scary eyes were looking at him, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and it was about to emit red light. In an instant, the man felt that he was not staring at. These eyes should belong to wild beasts and devils.

He is not a timid person, he has experienced countless big and small battles. People who died under his hands may be in double positions, but at this time, he was really scared when he faced Xie Wendong. He screamed, and the man shook the Japanese sword and turned around and ran away. It was embarrassing to escape, but at least he could survive. Xie Wendong seemed to have no intention of letting him go. He bent his knees slightly and bounced out like an arrow. He grabbed the hair on the back of the man's head with one hand and pulled it into his arms. The other party felt pain and raised his head helplessly. Xie Wendong raised his other hand and punched the man's neck with all his strength. Crack! A crisp sound was made, and the man's head was pulled down weakly. His shin had been interrupted by Xie Wendong.

The Soul Group member Mu Daidai fell to the ground with his body trembling and twitching. With the escape of this person, Xie Wendong finally broke out from the encirclement, whipped a long sigh, wiped the sweat on his face, and looked at the soul group members who were approaching him. There was a erect scar in the middle of the eyebrows of Sanyan. When he looked coldly, it seemed to be the third eye. This is exactly the origin of the nickname "Three Eyes". People all know that when his "Third Eyes" is congested, no matter who he is, no one, do not provoke him, because the Three Eyes were the most terrifying at that time. And when Xie Wendong's eyes emitted red light, it means destruction.

Xie Wendong raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. No one could laugh when he was surrounded by such a strong enemy. However, he smiled, his eyes narrowed into two arc-shaped curves, without taking a step back, he hooked his toes, grabbed the Japanese knife that was picked up by him, waved his hand, and swung it. He felt that the weight was just right, and he waved to the soul team members with a relaxed expression. For his provocative actions, the soul team members hated him, but their steps were getting slower and slower. The more confident he was, the more uncertain the soul team members were.

Xie Wendong couldn't stand the speed of the other party crawling like a turtle, but instead launched an attack first. He shouted, swung the Japanese sword in his hand, and chopped Huashan to a person closest to him. No one could tell how powerful the sword was, but the whimpering sound from the wind on the blade was shocking. The man saw that he was coming fiercely, and he didn't dare to force him to let him go, so he had to harden his hair and fight with his sword. He could only hear a click in his earlobe.

With a golden sound, sparks flew everywhere. The Japanese swords in the two of them were divided into two at the same time, breaking into two pieces. Although the sword in Xie Wendong's hand was broken, the knife still had a sharp and broken head. The sharp end of the knife was still scratched in front of the man. He killed himself with one blow, without any recovery. Xie Wendong pulled away, holding a short blade in his hand, and stood up straight. He looked down and saw that his hands were heavy with blood, and there were both other ones, and he had just fought head-on with the other, shattering his tiger mouth.

He used his usual tricks to show his skills, and he used his feet to pick up a Japanese knife abandoned by the soul team members, swept his eyes coldly, and said femininely: Next, please.

Most people in the Soul Group do not understand Chinese and do not know much about his meaning. At the same time, they are afraid and look at each other, but none of them dare to rush forward first.

The people in the Soul Group are not all cowards! Li Shuang and Gao Qiang dealt with the last two opponents they fought with, one left and one right, and walked behind Xie Wendong and stood behind.

No need to see, Xie Wendong also knew who the two people behind him were. When he felt relieved, he felt exhausted like a tide. He shook his head and smiled helplessly at the many soul team members and said with a helpless smile: What a pity, you have lost the best chance to die. After saying that, he shook his body, took a few steps back, leaned against the wall weakly, and took a big breath. At this time, the soul team members realized that Xie Wendong was at the end of his strength just now and was vulnerable at all. The arrogance and confidence were only made by him. Thinking of this, he shouted in his heart, and the soul team members were so angry that they shouted, roaring

He rushed forward with a snarl. But now, they had to jump over two people to come to Xie Wendong. The two were particularly difficult to deal with. Li Shuang and Gao Qiang, who would never stop until death, took a while, when Jiang Sen saw Xie Wendong's face look ugly, he also joined the battle group. Three people with one-shaped appearances, three swords of different styles, and three fighting styles, put together to form an insurmountable mountain, blocking the soul team members outside. Xie Wendong, who was exhausted, was close to them, but he could not take a step forward to kill him. The soul team was so anxious that they were screaming and cursing.

Xiaofeng took the opportunity to come to Xie Wendong, helped him with his right arm, and cared for: Brother Dong, how are you? Xie Wendong's eyes turned black and he didn't care who the person was, but the fragrance that penetrated his nose was familiar to him. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: It's okay, I can't die. As he was talking, a huge pain in his spine made him frown and grit his teeth secretly. The heavy knife of the soul team members on his back began to ask him for a note. Are you injured? Xiaofeng was shocked and expressed his concern. He showed his clothes without Xie Wendong's opposition. He saw a black purple bruise nearly one and a half feet long on his slightly white skin, and a small blood beads oozed out of it, which was shocking.

Oh! Xiaofeng took a breath and thought to himself that this could be a life-threatening injury! If the inner abdomen was not damaged, it would be impossible for such a blunt injury to seep blood. Ordinary people could not stand up early after being hit so hard, and Brother Dong could still kill the enemy. He was really standing upright. It must be said that it was a miracle? Xiaofeng looked at Xie Wendong who was still smiling bitterly. He didn't know what force was supporting this young man who looked a little thin and was just in his early twenties. Xie Wendong patted away the little hand that grabbed his clothes. Seeing Xiaofeng was stunned, he laughed and reached out to shake her eyes, and said with a smile: My figure doesn't seem to be so attractive.

Dong... Brother Dong, you really...? Xiaofeng came back to his senses, Xie Wendong's smile moved her. Halfway through his words, he could no longer say it.

Xie Wendong smiled upwards and said: I said, I can't die, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of the soul group can't do anything to me. He straightened his back, frowned slightly, and said to Xiaofeng: Help me pick a knife. Brother Dong, you can't hit you anymore, your wound... Xiaofeng grabbed his arm and stopped him. Xie Wendong picked up the corner of his mouth, showing a heart-warming smile, and said leisurely: My brother was bleeding in front and trying his best, but I was sitting behind to enjoy the fruits. That was not my style, unless I die. Xiaofeng, help me pick a knife!

Xiaofeng was helpless, Xie Wendong's words were said in an orderly tone. As his bodyguard and assistant, she could only obey unconditionally. She bent down and handed it to Xie Wendong, and said softly: Brother Dong, your life is more important to us than anything else. Haha! Xie Wendong Zhanyan said: Don't worry, they can't take my life. In the past, now, he strode into the chaotic battle group. He again #03

9;Life and Tiger#039; appeared as if he was given a shot of stimulant and blood clotting agent to both sides fighting in the field. Seeing that he was fine, Xie Wendong's side was naturally energetic and his combat effectiveness increased greatly. The blood of the soul team members clotting, and their fighting spirit was sharply reduced. The hope that had finally burned just now also disappeared and shattered. {Piaotian Wenxue Thanks to all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}
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