Wang Xiaoqiao was standing beside people like himself.
Even with a reputation that shocked Jiangnan.
However, when everyone was worried about the crisis, they all ignored that their own side was not completely without a chance of winning, and it still had a top-notch combat capability.
Although, this top combatant acted badly.
But he is a long-range shooter...
People like him will forget him inadvertently.
So, what about Bu Shen, who was fighting fiercely, using all his strength, and was bent on killing Yang Lin at his hands?
What did he think?
Do you still remember your purpose here?
I remember the assassination king who made the leaders of the Qing gang feel like they had a lump in their throats and couldn't sleep at night.
Yes, to be precise, Wang Xiaoqiao is actually not suitable to be called the King of Killers. He is a master of the assassination style and usually never confronts others.
He always has endless imagination when killing people.
It would be more appropriate to call him the King of Assassination.
Although, until now, he has not been able to assassinate any great figures.
However, doing evil does not matter the size of the position. Sometimes, a small person can cause more suffering to the people than anyone can imagine.
Just like Zhu Shiliang this time.
Assassinating this person would be equivalent to temporarily cutting off a murderous assembly line in the Qing Gang.
If you want to organize it again, it will take a lot of effort and material resources.
I don't know how many people were saved.
This is his contribution.
Every time he fired secretly and slipped away quietly.
No names or images will be left.
The only mistake I made was because I was greedy for credit this time and thought about injuring the horse and letting all those cars of harmful smoke fall into the mud.
As a result, he could waste a little more time.
Killed a few more scum by the way.
Maybe there was some luck.
Thinking that in this wilderness, no master or army would pass by.
It won't ruin your actions.
The fewer bad guys are, the better.
He didn't mind clearing a little more when there was no danger.
If you do unnecessary things, you will see the consequences.
He didn't expect that there would be a great master who didn't care about his identity hidden among the Qing gang...
This master did not reveal his identity even when he was next to his own people.
This is a bit of a trap.
One wrong move and everything is lost.
Despite his nonchalant look, in fact, the hatred in his heart for Bu Chen was no less than that of Yang Simei Yang Ying.
The more he hates him, the more he has to act cautiously.
Because he knew that he might only have one chance.
He trusts that person.
I believe that the person can understand what he will do, and I believe in the natural tacit understanding between the two parties.
From the first time he saw him, Wang Xiaoqiao felt that this third young master of the Yang family, who usually did not have a very good reputation, was actually the same type of person as himself.
Some people's hair looks like new.
Some people keep talking about it.
This feeling of meeting a soulmate is unmistakable.
The other party was able to quietly deal with the Plum Blossom Thief and the Patrol Room with one person.
And with the power of one person, he killed seventy or eighty killers from the Tuiqing Gang...
Moreover, with the strength of a higher level, he stopped the blood-handed Bu Chen from wreaking havoc.
Such a person, both in terms of brains and skills, is enough to set up a big game.
certainly.
Man proposes, God disposes.
Whether it works or not depends on luck.
He has always known how difficult it is to kill masters in the realm of divine power.
"I seem to remember that Uncle Da once said that Yang Linxian's brother is very good at iron wire boxing, and he is better than his master?"
A smile broke out on Wang Xiaoqiao's face and he suddenly asked.
"yes."
Uncle Da's face was full of shame.
He rolled his eyes secretly and answered in a muffled voice.
He felt that Wang Xiaoqiao was actually exposing his shortcomings.
Although he was not unhappy, the third young master was now at a critical moment of life and death, and he could no longer hold on.
Is this the time to talk about the strength and weakness of Iron Wire Fist?
He hoped that the young master would be stronger as possible.
It would be best to be comparable to the founder, Iron Bridge Three, who could conquer Guangdong and Guangxi and remain undefeated in a hundred battles.
What Uncle Da can see, other people can actually see it too.
No matter what, as a member of the Ming Jin bone training level, it is always an unwise choice to compete with a master of muscle training in the divine power realm to test endurance.
Moreover, Yang Lin kept attacking while avoiding the real situation and attacking the weak.
It takes more energy and energy to do it than trying to do it on the spot.
This is also a last resort.
In fact, if he hadn't dodged or dodged the attack, he would have been beaten by his opponent until he vomited blood and fell to the ground between three punches and two kicks.
Compared with the power of a single punch that is less than a thousand kilograms, compared with the power of a single palm punch of 1,600 kilograms, it seems that the difference is only a few hundred kilograms.
However, these hundreds of kilograms of overflow attacks really affect people.
It will turn a person with a weak physique into a rag doll in an instant.
"This way, I feel completely relieved."
Wang Xiaoqiao said with a smile, the corners of his eyes raised slightly, and there was an indescribable charm that made people's hearts tremble.
This is a man, why should he have such a pair of eyes?
Uncle Da suddenly had an idea. He wanted Wang Xiaoqiao to wear glasses and have dark eyes. Otherwise, when he was with him, he always felt that he would cause an embarrassing situation accidentally.
On the other hand, Yang Ying couldn't move her eyes away from Wang Xiaoqiao.
She felt that the bones in her shoulders were cracked and the broken ribs in her waist no longer hurt.
Wang Xiaoqiao looked at everyone's reactions as if he hadn't seen them.
His eyes were still watching the fight in the distance outside the door without blinking.
No one saw that the veins on the back of his hand holding the gun had quietly popped out.
lurking,
Assassination.
It's his old profession.
It's also his strength.
Being able to endure is just a basic skill.
The most important thing is the ability to seize the opportunity.
As an excellent shooter, among various abilities, one thing is always indispensable, and that is eyesight.
He immediately discovered that the situation on the field had suddenly changed.
Because, farther away, those assassins from the Qing gang who were killed and lost their courage quietly came back again.
This is a signal.
It can't be delayed any longer.
"If you can learn the Iron Thread Boxing to be better than the others, you can easily defeat the Plum Blossom Thief at the same level.
If you say that he has not mastered the secret of strength and softness of the iron wire boxing, I will not believe it. "
Everyone was startled when they heard this.
It makes sense.
But what's the use?
Will it help the situation at hand?
In fact, there is.
At least Uncle Da understood.
His eyes lit up.
Huo Ran looked up.
“The third young master has rarely used the Iron Wire Fist from the beginning.
Even if it is used, it is only one or two powerful punches occasionally.
But he has been using Plum Blossom Fist..."
He has completely understood.
You must know that Plum Blossom Boxing was learned recently from Li Yuanshan and Zhang He.
Iron Thread Boxing was taught by myself. I don’t know how long I have been learning it, but it is definitely better than Plum Blossom Boxing in terms of familiarity.
He intentionally or unintentionally concealed his Iron Thread Fist cultivation, just to let Bu Chen misunderstand that he was a plum blossom master and only dabbled in Iron Thread Fist?
What's the use of that?
Wu Zhongda was a little confused. But now he doesn't have to think about it.
Bu Chen in the distance was obviously losing his temper again. Perhaps he felt that his men were rushing back again, and he wanted to make a quick decision.
Then he let out a long drink, stretched his muscles and pulled out his bones, and his whole body became much taller. The skin all over his body turned blue and black, giving him an indestructible texture.
A pair of blood-red palms, from fishy red to dark red, turned purple.
He stepped forward and did not dodge Yang Lin's fists and kicks, but just hit him with a palm strike.
It's like the huge seal of Fantian.
The momentum is like a mountain.
"not good."
"careful……"
There was an exclamation in the lobby.
"Run away quickly." Liang Yingzhen's heart was in her throat.
"Here we come." Wang Xiaoqiao stood upright, his legs piercing the ground like two spears, motionless.
At this moment, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were narrowed with a cold light, as sharp as an eagle.
The hands are like phantoms...
Lift the gun, aim, and shoot, all in one go.
The one who was one step ahead of him was Yang Lin.
Suddenly there was a long roar, and the originally wandering figure suddenly froze. His figure was like a weak willow swaying in the wind, and his arms were twisted like a spiritual snake.
The body is rounded, the arms are rounded, and the strength is weak and soft.
It seems that the whole person has turned into a big whirlpool...
Bu Chen struck down with a palm, thinking that he would break his opponent's tendons and bones, and then rip off his head.
But he didn't expect that the opponent's boxing technique suddenly changed, from being agile and strong to being soft and full of knots.
This punch felt like it was punched into a thick and sticky mire. For a while, it hit and failed, and it couldn't be pulled out.
There was a feeling of vomiting blood as if the force was used incorrectly.
All the internal organs are stuffy, and I feel like vomiting.
His mind was spinning wildly. Before he could figure out what boxing skills the other party used, or what the purpose of the opponent's attack was so tightly around him, he saw a strange smile on the other party's face.
While I felt something bad in my heart, my heart started beating wildly.
He just instinctively turned his head to the side and felt a cold feeling on the side of his ears, a sharp pain and a wet feeling on his cheeks.
Then gunshots were heard.
"not good."
"It's Wang Yiqiao."
Therefore, if you practice martial arts to a certain level, you will always have a certain sensitivity to the attacks of guns and bullets.
Whether you can hide or not, you always have a little more sense of life and death than ordinary people.
Only then did Bu Chen remember that he had been so distracted for a while that he had forgotten about the most venomous snake.
The biggest target that he was going to kill.
The king of killers.
After thinking about it, he no longer dared to think about it, and he twisted his body forcefully to avoid it by three inches.
boom……
A sharp gust of wind came one after another among the lightning and flint, close to the heart, hitting the chest and sinking into the flesh.
"you wanna die……"
Bu Chen unleashed his explosive move of blood coagulation, and his body shrank in an instant. His body shrank and bounced, and he jumped and rolled backwards.
Yang Lin burst out laughing.
"You've been fooled again."
When the enemy retreats, we advance.
With one quick step, he caught up with Bu Chen who had just bounced off the ground.
The fists are like phantoms, bang bang bang...
Three consecutive punches hit Bu Chen's heart.
Bu Den snorted, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Not caring about counterattack, he jumped and rolled to avoid a bullet, and used his back and shoulders to bear a bullet... fell into the grass, and ran straight into the direction of the Qing Gang, never looking back.
His body was bleeding and he ran away.
Yang Lin chased after him, but after running only ten steps, he couldn't hold back anymore and opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
The plum blossom blood mark on his chest became increasingly red, as if he was about to bleed.
This time, it wasn't that his physical skills were incompetent, but that his injuries could no longer be suppressed.
Yang Lin's eyes flickered as the reminder of Reputation +20 flashed before his eyes.
