The nightmare will never stop one day. When the final fierce battle between Xie Wendong and the Soul Group was about to break out, there was chaos outside the villa, gunfire everywhere, thinking about it. The Soul Group's first reaction was that Xie Wendong's reinforcements arrived. The cold-faced middle-aged man trembled in his heart. He knew very well how much manpower he had used to stop the other party's reinforcements, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly and so quickly. He sighed in his heart, forced himself to be firm, and shouted loudly: Kill Xie Wendong first, the others are vulnerable! (Sun)

He thought that there were more than a dozen skilled gunshots outside, and they could not say that they could destroy each other, but at least block Xie Wendong's reinforcements.

Unfortunately, he was wrong. The chaos outside had just begun for less than ten seconds, and there were also chaos of shouting and screams in the first floor lobby of the villa. Before he could finish his words, a sneer suddenly sounded behind him. Although the laughter was cold and contempt, it also showed unspeakable boldness. I'm afraid it might not be!

The middle-aged man was shocked and turned his head quickly. He saw a group of people walking down the stairs behind him. They were all dressed in white, pants and white shoes, and the spotless whiteness made the blood on his body extremely eye-catching. The head was one with a man with a colorful eyebrows and starry eyes, and his handsome face seemed to be carved by a knife, with clear edges and corners. His masculinity and domineeringness naturally appeared in his every move. After the middle-aged man saw the person clearly, his heart fell down and shattered. Even if he was not familiar with China and the famous figures, he would never be unfamiliar with the young man in front of him. If anyone could turn a blind eye to Xiang Wentian, the boss of the Nanhongmen, he would be either a fool or a madman.

Xiang Wentian! The middle-aged man's eyes were as gloomy and vicious as a knife, stabbing Xiang Wentian's face.

Xiang Wentian shrugged, without even looking at him, his eyes floated, and he looked at Xie Wendong, who was standing in confrontation with the soul group, and was shaking, and said with a smile: It seems that I'm not too late.

Xie Wendong's body shook a little. Xiaofeng wanted to help him, but was pushed aside. He smiled bitterly: If you come later, the person you hate the most in this world may disappear forever. I don't know if this is your misfortune or your luck.

Haha! Xiang Wentian laughed up and said: Unfortunately, I came at the right time.

What are you doing? Xie Wendong asked gently against the wall.

Xiang Wentian straightforwardly said: Come and kill someone. Who should I kill? Kill the person you deserve! As he said that, Xiang Wentian walked straight towards Xie Wendong.

There were more than a hundred soul team members at the ends of the second floor corridor between Xie Wendong and Xiang Wentian. They had long regarded Xie Wendong as the thing in their pocket. Even if Xiang Wentian had a deep hatred with him, he could not tolerate him step forward. Damn it! (Sun) The two soul team members saw Xiang Wentian relaxed and walked past him with a relaxed face. Ting couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. Two long swords, one left and one right, divided his heart and throat. Xiang Wentian seemed to have not seen it, and his steps were still, without blinking. He knew that if he didn't need to do it, someone would naturally help him clean up the annoyance in front of him.

Sure enough, a gloomy cold light rose into the air and disappeared in an instant, too fast, so fast that it seemed that it had never happened.

The two soul team members slowly fell to the ground, and their hearts were pierced by the blade in the blink of an eye. The knife was Lu Kou's sword, named Langya, and was once served in the special military spear for foreign special forces. It was extremely sharp. The corridor was full of people, but it was quiet and silent. Only the footsteps of Wentian and the sound of people breathing up.

Blood dripped from the tip of the knife. Ren Changfeng's originally gloomy eyes burned again. He turned his hand and tore off the fragments of clothes covered with the blades on his body, and threw them aside. His shirtless body was covered with blood marks of different sizes, but there were only a dozen wounds that were more than three inches long. He stood in front of Xie Wendong, pointed at Lu Kou with the tip of the knife, and said proudly: I'm waiting for you.

Ren Changfeng was like a bloody man, and he still wanted to fight against Lu Kou, the leader of the eight heavenly kings of the Nanhongmen. This shows how arrogant and strong his personality was, and even Xiang Wentian was moved by it.

Lu Kou looked at him, then looked at the wolf teeth, shook his head and said seriously: But, I don’t want to fight you again.

Why? Ren Changfeng took a step forward and gritted his teeth. Lu Kou smiled and said: You are a man, I don’t want to take advantage of others’ danger. I bah! Ren Changfeng’s nose was almost irritated. Others were relieved to say this, but he was not good. Not long ago, Lu Kou took advantage of Xie Wendong being attacked by the soul group and chased him halfway. Now he still has the face to speak out loudly, with thick-skinned face, unable to penetrate swords, and cannons. Ren Changfeng hummed straight, waved his sword and waved his hand and said: Come on, I will give you three moves first.

The cold-faced middle-aged man from the Soul Group had no time to listen to Changfeng shouting towards Lu Kou. Seeing that Xiang Wentian had reached the hinterland of his camp and was getting closer and closer to Xie Wendong, he was very upset and shouted loudly: What are you waiting for? Kill me! No matter who it is, you will be killed without mercy! (Sun)

The members of the Soul Group woke up as if they were dreaming when they heard his shouts. They raised their swords and shouted loudly, preparing to fight. However, their swords had just been raised and hit countless strong men in white squads rushing downstairs, each holding sharp weapons, fighting with the people in the Soul Group.

Swish swish swish swish. Xiang Wentian had an extra knife in his hand, and with a light move, he killed the soul group members who were besieging him to the ground. His originally slow pace instantly activated, and he jumped to Xie Wendong. Ren Changfeng blocked his way with his sword and said coldly: To break Brother Dong, you must pass this level first.

Before Xiang Wentian could speak, Xie Wendong spoke first and said with a wry smile: Changfeng gets away, Brother Xiang has something to say, but no one can stop him. As he said that, he raised his eyes and met Xiang Wentian's burning gaze, saying: Every time we meet, it seems that every time we meet is full of drama.

That's right. Xiang Wentian smiled, held the sword backwards and said: I shouldn't have come, but some things should be solved.

Xie Wendong listened quietly, then took out his cigarette and shouted to kill Liantian. He started to smoke leisurely in the bloody corridor and said: Today, you can't kill me.

Oh? Xiang Wentian raised his eyebrows and asked: Why? I don’t seem to have any reason to give up this great opportunity today. Although you can still stand, you no longer have the strength. Although you still have a group of loyal brothers, they are at the end of their strength. Will the hunter let it go without teeth?

No, Xie Wendong said with a smile: But I am not a wolf, and you are not a hunter.

You were wrong! The smile on your face was not dry. Xiang Wentian suddenly turned around and didn't see clearly what kind of footwork he used. He just slid past Ren Changfeng like a loach. He stepped forward to Xie Wendong, bent his elbow, and with the moonlight outside the window, the snow-white sword emitted a violent light, and the light flashed and turned into a meteor.

The meteor was short-lived, and it flashed and the light disappeared under Xie Wendong's ribs. The blade, which was more than two feet tall, only showed the handle of the knife on Xie Wendong's body, and passed through his body. The tip of the knife penetrated deeply into the wall. Oh! Brother Dong! No one expected that the change would be so fast, and he did not expect that Xiang Wentian would kill him, let alone that his knife would be so vicious. Li Shuang, Jiang Sen, Gao Qiang, Ren Changfeng and others rushed over as if they were crazy.

The cigarette in Xie Wendong's hand fell off. He frowned in pain, his lips twitched, he waved his hand to stop everyone, and then grabbed Xiang Wentian's palm holding the knife, and said in an indescribable tone: Why are you... why?

Xiang Wentian sighed in a low voice, turned around, and said quietly: I came here, just to drive the people from the Soul Group back to where they should go, not to save you, and you don’t have to feel that you owe me anything. This knife was given to you by me. Save your life and give you a knife, and we will not owe each other! From now on, we will still be the best opponents between each other.

At this time, everyone saw clearly that Xiang Wentian's powerful and powerful knife did not stab Xie Wendong at all, but entered the gap between his elbow and waist, and was deeply nailed to the wall. With his words just now, Li Shuang, Jiang Sen and others all bowed their heads and felt sweaty. Even if the other party was his biggest opponent and the enemy had always had to sincerely admire Xiang Wentian, a hero!

Xie Wendong leaned against the wall, sighed deeply, and said to himself: How can he easily erase what happened with one knife?

Xiang Wentian Zhanyan smiled, turned around and said with a smile: Don’t mind, I am waiting to take the moves below Brother Xie. The days without close friends are black and white, and there are no enemies that can make me passionately, and that day will lose the wonderful unknown.

He smiled brightly. Although the sky was half a month long and dull, the corridor was extremely bright. Because there was Xiang Wentian, his smile was like the bright sun.

Xiang Wentian left, took the sword handed over by his subordinates, and flew into the battle group with the soul group. The sword light flashed, the blood light burst, and the enemy's scream mixed with Xiang Wentian's heroic laughter, which stimulated everyone's heart and also stabbed into Xie Wendong's heart. After a while, he suddenly scratched his hair, smiled, and lowered his head and shook his head and said: It's really a headache! As he spoke, he grabbed the sword left by Xiang Wentian that stabbed into the wall, gritted his teeth and carried out his power, shouted softly, pulled it out, and turned to everyone on his left and right and asked: Xie Wendong would not watch his enemy die in the hands of the enemy. What about you? Can you fight again?

Yes! Everyone spoke in unison, Li Shuang simply took off her clothes and wrapped her on her body, which was bandaged. She resisted a large knife and smiled foolishly: He is a man to Wentian, and we are not bad either!

So, what are we waiting for? Xie Wendong shot the sword of the sword and made a crisp sound, heading straight towards the cold-faced man. His narrowed eyes flashed with a stream of light and said: Use the head of the soul group leader to express our respect for the enemy!

Li Shuang, Ren Changfeng and his group roared. The lost strength and exhausted physical strength seemed to be back in their bodies, facing the soul group and the Japanese who were stepping on the Chinese land, showing that the Wendonghui, Beihongmen, and Chinese people would rather fail than bend and brave and good at fighting.

The cold-faced middle-aged man was afraid of the chaos in front of him. From the moment Xiang Wentian appeared in Nanhongmen, he had already begun to be afraid. When Xie Wendong and others, who were revived, were covered in blood and returned to the battlefield, he was even more afraid. He wanted to run away and took action. However, a ghostly figure came to him. The feminine voice was cold and he said: Since he was here, why bother to leave? The scenery here is pleasant, and sleeping in the ground is not a grievance.

When the middle-aged man heard the sound of his speech, his soul and six spirits were scared away. Without hesitation, he flew toward the window. He was quicker, and the speaker's knife was faster. He used the knife to Wentian's knife, but Xie Wendong aimed at his head and waved his hand. The middle-aged man felt that the wind was bad behind his head, so he turned his sword and hurriedly avoided his head, but his ear was not so lucky, and he was cut off by Xie Wendong. The middle-aged man yelled and jumped out of the window with his broken ear.

Seeing this, Xiang Wentian used several swords to force the soul team members to retreat, shouting: Xiao Kou, don’t let him run away, chase him!

When Lu Kou got the order, he agreed, and then took the knife and jumped down.
Chapter completed!