The Great Tao Chronicle

An Qisheng leaned back, the spear in his right hand wrapped tightly around Makoto Ito's arm, his left hand frantically pulled the trigger, and a shuttle of bullets poured out.

His marksmanship can only be said to be average, but the distance between the two is no more than two or three meters. At this distance, as long as they are not severely Parkinson's patients, it is impossible to miss!

"what!"

Makoto Ito shouted, this distance is too close, even he can't escape!

Immediately, blood flowers bloomed on his body.

But with his long sword in front of him, he blocked the two most deadly shots.

As soon as the gunshots stopped, he shouted, and he was about to slash to death this enemy without the spirit of a samurai.

Phew!

The moment the bullet was fired, An Qisheng drew his gun and retreated violently, dodging the dagger light on his body.

"I am going to kill you!"

Makoto Ito's eyes were bloodshot, his body shot forward, and he swung his long sword to cut through the air.

retreat!

retreat!

retreat!

An Qisheng exerted strength under his feet, turned around and left, secretly surprised in his heart.

With a distance of two or three meters, the nine bullets in the gun were naturally not wasted. Except for the two that were blocked by the long knife, the remaining seven bullets were all hit on the swordsman.

But even though his body was covered in blood and he was shot in the chest and abdomen, his movement of stepping and swinging the knife did not change much!

Instead, the knife light became more and more violent, filled with more ferocious murderous intentions.

At this moment, Wang Zhixuan dropped the gunman's body and stepped out.

Phew!

Moving like electric light, like a meteor chasing the moon!

In just three steps, Wang Zhixuan crossed dozens of meters, passed An Qisheng, shrank, and with a flick, squeezed into the light of the sword wielded by Makoto Ito.

"Wang Zhixuan!"

An Qisheng was shocked, only to hear the hibiscus swordsman roar, followed by the sound of bones bursting like a cannon.

When he stopped to look, he saw Wang Zhixuan standing with a knife, and the fusang swordsman who transformed his energy had been thrown up like straw, blood spurting wildly from his mouth.

boom!

He slammed into Qiang heavily, and for three or four seconds, he slid down softly.

"Hoho~"

Makoto Ito's body twitched twice, without saying a word, there was no sound.

It was just a collision, and it was life and death.

"It's far worse than Zhao Huangtian, even worse than Shanzhuang..."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly, and threw the tachi at random.

An Qisheng looked at it carefully. In addition to the two dents hit by the gun, there were two faint fingerprints on the sword.

A master of Hua Jin, she actually snatched the knife from her!

"It's a good job, but the marksmanship is too bad."

Wang Zhixuan glanced at An Qisheng, left a sentence, turned and disappeared into the night.

The gunfire continued in the distance, and the battle was not over yet.

"Difference......"

An Qisheng gave a wry smile and turned to walk towards the place where the gunshots came from.

After taking two steps, he turned around again, took out a pistol and put it away, and picked up the tachi that Wang Zhixuan had thrown away.

The material of this knife is very good. Although it is thin, it is not easy to break. It can be regarded as a treasure.

Although he doesn't need a knife, he hangs on the forum, and he may be able to sell for a good price.

After doing all this, he held a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, and walked towards the place where the gunfire came from.

The manor was full of blood, and there were corpses everywhere.

An Qisheng's footsteps were not slow, and after a while, he had arrived at the place closest to him in the manor, where the gunshots sounded.

However, the battle here is almost over.

When he came, the last scene he saw was a hibiscus swordsman kneeling on the ground, and in front of him was an elegantly dressed woman.

In the battlefield where the smoke and corpses were buried everywhere, there was such a woman, which could not help attracting An Qisheng's attention.

"Is this the helper Wang Zhixuan asked for?"

An Qisheng stopped.

The woman was dressed in white, and her body and appearance were all excellent, but there are too many beauties these days, and it is not uncommon for all kinds of refined pictures on the Internet to be prettier than her.

What attracts people's attention unconsciously is her temperament.

She stood quietly, even though she was surrounded by pools of blood, she still gave off a feeling of peace and tranquility.

Like an autumn water, reflecting the bright moon, in the empty valley, the bamboo forest is faint.

"This is the second lady of the Gong family, Gong Qingzhu! She is also the number two person in the Gong family today. She controls the real estate, finance, and ocean-going trade of the palace family, and plays a pivotal role in the palace family."

Luo Neng got out of nowhere and looked at the woman not far away with bright eyes:

"It's amazing that Dr. Wang can invite all of them out."

An Qisheng glanced at Luo Neng.

He was clean and neat, and there was no blood and smoke in his body. He didn't seem to have participated in a battle to destroy the family, but came to go out for a walk.

"It's a coincidence that the place I chose to sneak in is exactly the place where the Gong family shot. I've only fired three shots so far."

Luo Neng chatted with An Qisheng casually, keeping his eyes on Gong Qingzhu.

"Miss Gong Er is also a master of Hua Jin. I don't know how she compares to Wang Zhixuan..."

An Qisheng was also looking at Gong Qingzhu, but his focus was completely different.

In martial arts, men are born with greater advantages than women, so the great masters throughout the ages are mostly men.

But now, it's different.

With the development of science and technology and the progress of civilization, what has changed is not only the status of women, but also more and more female masters.

"Miss, there's something going on here, let's go back."

A figure walked out of the night, came to the woman without looking sideways, bowed slightly, and handed over a silk scarf.

But it was the old man named Gong Sanyang who went to pick up Wang Zhixuan during the day.

"Have the beginning and end been organized? Xuanxuan finally begged me once, and it's a beautiful thing to do."

Gong Qingzhu took the silk scarf, wiped his hands, and said softly.

"Don't worry, miss, there are no chickens and dogs, it's clean~www.novelmt.com~ Gong Sanyang smiled slightly:

"If I hadn't met a master on the road, I would have solved it long ago."

"Three uncles all say that he is a master, so he must be a master."

Gong Qingzhu pointed to the corpse in front of him:

"This person uses Aikido Kung Fu. Let's check it out. If he has a teacher's background, he will be finished together."

Gong Sanyang nodded.

At this time, Wang Zhixuan brought Jiang Shili to the arena.

Jiang Shili's face was a little pale, and his shoulders and clothes were all red, as if he had been shot.

"Sister Jiang, are you injured?"

Gong Qingzhu frowned slightly.

"Two shots."

Jiang Shili let go of Wang Zhixuan and bowed to Gong Sanyang:

"Thank you third uncle for taking action."

"It's just a small matter, Miss Jiang is too polite."

Gong Sanyang waved his hand slightly, the lights came on in the night, and several cars drove directly to the manor:

"Miss, you and Miss Wang, Miss Jiang, go back first, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Third uncle has a lot of work."

Gong Qingzhu nodded and got into the car with Wang Zhixuan.

"Let's go too."

Luo Neng glanced at An Qisheng.

An Qisheng nodded and got into a car with Luo Neng.

In the car, Luo Neng learned his lesson and said nothing.

An Qisheng was a little sleepy, half-closed his eyes, resting his mind.

Although the previous fight with the hibiscus swordsman was short-lived, it took a lot of physical strength and energy.

After the battle between life and death, I felt a little empty in my heart.

It seems that some miss the feeling of life and death.

"Illusion, illusion, how could I like to fight and kill..."

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