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Chapter 135

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    Xie Wendong and Bo Zhanhui opened up their postures, and the people from the two surrounding gangs took the initiative to make way for an open space, giving them enough space to display their skills.

    Xie Wendong weighed the machete in his hand and said to Bo Zhanhui: "You can show your weapon now." Bo Zhanhui had empty hands and said coldly: "I will naturally use it when it's time to use it." Xie Wendong sneered,  He took the knife in his hand and said, "In that case, I won't be polite." Bo Zhanhui said, "You can do it at any time." "Okay!"  Aiming at Bo Zhanhui's throat, he swept away.  The blade of the blade caught the wind and made a harsh whistling sound.

    Bo Zhanhui yelled: "Well done!" He leaned back quickly, and the blade of the knife barely scratched the tip of his nose. Before Xie Wendong could stop his attack, he raised his foot and kicked Xie Wendong's lower body.  The lower body is a vital part of the human body. If it is scratched by his round kick, it will be destroyed even if it is not dead.  Unexpectedly, the opponent's skills were so agile and fast. How could Xie Wendong dare to neglect him? He bent his legs and jumped into the air. While he was in the air, he quickly retracted his legs and used his heels to resist the tip of the shoe kicked by Bo Zhanhui. At the same time, he used his full strength,  He picked up the machete and hit the opponent on the head.

    "Huh!" Bo Zhanhui retracted his legs and it was too late to dodge. He crossed his arms and blocked it upwards.  With a crisp sound of "rang rang", Xie Wendong flew backwards more than a meter away. After landing, he took two steps back before barely regaining his balance.  Bo Zhanhui was not much better. He sank down hard, but it was difficult to remove the force of the opponent's sword. His shoes scraped the ground and he slid nearly half a meter away. His arms were slightly numb. He had just been with Kaishan.  The sleeve where the knife collided was broken, and the shiny metal object inside was vaguely exposed.

    Xie Wendong's jaw was so painful that he squinted at the opponent's arm. It turned out that he had two steel sleeves on his forearm. No wonder he dared to use his arm to catch his powerful and heavy knife.  Bo Zhanhui turned back and tore off his two sleeves, revealing the entire steel sleeve.  It was obvious that this pair of steel sheaths had been carefully made. They were completely bright and engraved with dragon-shaped dark flowers. They were thick at the top and thin at the bottom. They were made exactly according to the shape of a human arm. When worn on the body, it seemed like they were nothing.  Bo Zhanhui's arms shook, and he pulled out two short blades one and a half feet long on each of the two steel sheaths. They were wide at the back and narrow at the front. The blood grooves were hollow. Under the streetlight, the blades would have flashes of light from time to time. For those with a discerning eye,  As soon as you see it, you can tell that its steel mouth is definitely the best.

    Bo Zhanhui closed his arms slightly and wiped the two short blades. Everyone thought he had something to say, but unexpectedly he jumped forward and stabbed Xie Wendong's throat and lower abdomen with his double blades.  Xie Wendong curled his lips. He did not pay attention to the menacing attack of the other party. Compared with the double swords of Cang Lang, Bo Zhanhui's speed was like slow motion.  In fact, Bo Zhanhui is not slow. How many people in the world can compare to Cang Lang?  !  Xie Wendong picked it up with one hand and first flicked away the short blade that stabbed his throat. Then, on his side, Bo Zhanhui's other short blade opened two holes in his clothes and slid through.  This was what Xie Wendong wanted. He twisted his body violently, and the opponent's short blade was caught in his clothes before he could pull it out.  "Get down!" Xie Wendong shouted and jumped back with all his strength.  Bo Zhanhui's short blade was entangled, and his arms were strained. He leaned forward and almost fell down. Thanks to his quick reaction, he held the short blade in his other hand steady, and then roared, using his strength to  He flipped around in the air and tore Xie Wendong's clothes into pieces before pulling out the short blade.  Xie Wendong took a few steps back and looked down. Well, two fist-sized black holes were made in his clothes by the opponent's short blade, and the cold wind was flowing directly.

    Amazing!  Xie Wendong secretly screamed, unbuttoned his clothes, took off his clothes and threw them aside, revealing the white shirt underneath.  "Dang!" He shook the machete in his hand and raised his finger at Bo Zhanhui, indicating that he should continue.  Bo Zhanhui roared, his two blades flying, stabbing and picking, attacking Xie Wendong's eyes.

    Xie Wendong remained unmoved, secretly getting lucky, and brewing a winning move.  The double blades were getting closer and closer to him, and even the three eyes opened their mouths wide. He had no confidence that he could escape unscathed from such a close distance.  Just as he was about to take out his gun, Xie Wendong's steps slipped and his body spun around.  He looked like a dancer doing ballet, spinning with ease. Only he knew that every step he took while spinning was extraordinary, which was poured out with countless sweat and countless falls.  of.

    Bo Zhanhui saw that he had stabbed both sides, and even the expression of surprise appeared in his eyes. But at this moment, Xie Wendong disappeared in front of his eyes.  It was as if it didn't exist at all, and the place where he was standing just now was empty.  ghost!  This is a word that jumped out of Bo Zhanhui's heart reflexively.  There are no ghosts in the world, not even Xie Wendong. With a twist of his strength, he was already behind Bo Zhanhui. He used all the strength he had secretly accumulated on his arms, flicked his legs, and rose higher, facing the back of the opponent's head.  Cutting through Huashan Mountain with one sword.  Perhaps Xie Wendong used too much force. Before the knife fell, Bo Zhanhui felt the wind behind his head. The strong force stabbed the root of his neck, causing unbearable pain. A roaring sound like a fighter jet flying at close range sounded in his ears.  .  It’s not good to shout secretly, Bo ZhanhuiHe hurriedly faced the fight, clasping his arms together and raising them above his head.

    There were only two consecutive sounds of "dang" and "click" in his ears. Bo Zhanhui let out an ouch, took several steps forward, and bumped into the crowd around him. His lower abdomen contracted and deflated, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.  , the spirit was in vain, the body was shaking, and fell down softly.  Look at the two short blades on his wrists, each cracked with a mark the size of a soybean grain.

    Xie Wendong also felt uncomfortable. His arms were numb and drooped. It seemed that the arms were not his own and he could not lift them up. The machete fell to the ground with a bang. His expression sank, but he returned to his original state in an instant and walked slowly towards Bo Zhanhui.  Come, his smiling eyes quickly turned into two black lines, and he said proudly: "With your skills, I can easily solve it without a knife." He said it easily, but only he knew the pain, and others did not.  , thinking he threw the knife away deliberately to show himself.

    Bo Zhanhui sat on the ground, panting for a long time, and finally calmed down. He vomited out another mouthful of blood. After vomiting out the blood in his heart, he felt a little better. He used a short blade to support him to stand up, and nodded to Xie Wendong.  , smiled bitterly and said: "I lost, I will do whatever you want. If you want to take action, go ahead. If you are still a person, don't humiliate me."

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

    "What?" Bo Zhanhui thought he had heard wrongly. It seemed that this was not what the ruthless 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." Ah!  Bo Zhanhui took a breath. Now he really couldn't understand what the other party was thinking, and asked suspiciously: "Are you really letting me go?" Xie Wendong smiled and said: "I don't want to say it a third time." "Aren't you afraid of my revenge?" Bo Zhan  Hui gasped.

    “Haha!”  No need to sleep anymore?!" Bo Zhanhui looked at Xie Wendong intently for a while, then let out a long sigh and said with infinite emotion: "People say that you, Xie Wendong, are so cunning, but today I finally understand why you have  Today’s achievement!” He stamped his feet, retracted his double blades, raised his hands to Xie Wendong, and said with all his heart: “I owe you a life! From now on, there will be no enmity between our Zhongyi Gang and your Beihongmen. With you,  Wherever you are, I will take the initiative to give in. If you ask for anything, I will stand firm and help you. If you have any questions, just like this dress!" As he said that, he pulled off the skirt of his clothes, tore off the hem of the clothes with a hiss, and threw it on the ground.

    "Haha!" Xie Wendong smiled slightly, walked towards his camp, walked to the car, stopped, turned around with a bright smile, and said: "In the future, maybe we will become friends!" After saying that, he shook his head to the boy next to him.  .  The boy was stunned and didn't understand what he meant. Xie Wendong secretly scolded him as a fool and said helplessly: "Open the door!"

    "Oh, oh oh!" The younger brother agreed repeatedly and hurriedly opened the car door.  He and Xie Wendong have been together for a long time, and he is secretly surprised that Brother Dong has no habit of letting others open the door for him!  What happened today?  Xie Wendong got into the car with a smile, and with three glances, Dong Xinlei and the others got in too.  The car started, turned around slowly, and on the way home, Sanyan couldn't hold it in any longer and asked: "Brother Dong, I'm not willing to let Bo Zhanhui go around like this. After all, we have hurt so many brothers."  !”

    Xie Wendong nodded and said: "I know!" Dong Xinlei continued: "Besides, Bo Zhanhui is not a very good person, and the city is deep. He is talking very well now, and he may stab us in the back at any time.  Ah!" Xie Wendong nodded and smiled: "I know!" Sanyan said again: "I heard from Lao Liu that Bo Zhanhui dared to confront us this time. There seems to be someone from Nanhongmen secretly. If this was the case, this person would have been killed long ago.  It’s better to get rid of them.” Xie Wendong smiled and said: “I know!”

    He said "I know" three times in a row, which shocked both Sanyan and Dong Xinlei. They were confused and asked in unison: "Since Brother Dong knows it, why do you just let him go?"

    Xie Wendong smiled bitterly, leaned back on the car seat, and said: "Do you think I want it? It looked like I won the battle just now, but in fact I lost. Until now, I don't even have the strength to lift my hand, and Bo  Zhan Hui just vomited blood. Just vomited blood!" He emphasized his tone, shook his head and sighed.  "Ah?" Sanyan and Dong Xinlei pulled Xie Wendong's hand at the same time. The palm of his hand swelled up so much that his fingers trembled slightly in disobedience.  "So that's it!" The two of them suddenly realized. No wonder Brother Dong unexpectedly let me go. He was completely different from the Brother Dong they knew.  Xie Wendong smiled and said: "If I had turned against him just now and pushed Bo Zhanhui into a panic, how could I be his opponent if I couldn't use my hands? Even if you can withstand him, anything can happen in the chaos. I  I don’t want to take the risk, not because I’m worried about my own life, but I am afraid that you will be unable to resist Xiang Wentian, and our efforts for so long will be in vain.  "Sanyan and Dong Xinlei looked at each other and had nothing to say. Brother Dong's caution and thoroughness in doing things are incomparable, and he is more tired than anyone else. Everyone only needs to consider their own wealth and life when doing things.  , but Brother Dong has to fight for the lives of everyone in the entire gang. He has to be responsible for one or even two gangs. The pressure is so great that Sanyan and Dong Xinlei feel scared just thinking about it. 2  Everyone said in unison: "Brother Dong, we understand!  "

    The battle between Beihongmen and the Zhongyi Gang ended hastily with a boss-to-boss fight between Xie Wendong and Bo Zhanhui.  Xie Wendong won, but even he felt that the victory was disgraceful and useless. What he should have done was not done, that is, Bo Zhanhui is still alive.  Xie Wendong is definitely not a broad-minded person. It would not be a big deal if Xiang Wentian was there, but he felt like a needle had been stabbed in his heart and he would not be happy to pull it out.  After returning to the flowers, Sanyan and others prepared ice cubes and got medicinal wine, which was a busy time.  Jiang Lin hadn't slept and had no intention of sleeping. When she saw everyone supporting Xie Wendong back, her heart trembled. She hurriedly stepped forward to check. She was relieved when she saw that Xie Wendong had no wounds on his body and his face looked normal. She didn't dare to ask Xie Wendong.  He pulled Dong Xinlei aside and asked like a barrage of questions: "What happened to Mr. Xie? Are you injured? How did you treat Bo Zhanhui?" It is always a comfortable thing to be questioned by a beautiful woman, Dong Xinlei  He deliberately rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "You asked so many questions at once, which one do you want me to answer first?"

    Jiang Lin was not in the mood to joke with him, so she glanced at him and said, "Mr. Xie, are you injured?" "Yes!" Seeing Jiang Lin's beautiful face change color, Dong Xinlei said seriously: "It's just a minor injury. I'll rest for a few days."  It'll be fine." "Ah! That's it!" Jiang Lin nodded, finally letting go of her worries. After a while, she said again: "What about Bo Zhanhui? Is he dead?"

    As soon as Bo Zhanhui was mentioned, Dong Xinlei's old face suddenly sank, and he gritted his teeth and said: "He is destined to be lucky, let him live for two more days. Brother Dong has already spoken, and Bo Zhanhui will be eliminated sooner or later."  After a pause, he frowned and looked at Jiang Lin, and said suspiciously: "I noticed that you seem to be very concerned about Bo Zhanhui's life and death. Aren't you related in some way?!"

    Jiang Lin said solemnly: "I hate him!" "Why?" Dong Xinlei asked.  Jiang Lin's face changed. She felt that she had made a mistake. She snorted on purpose and feigned anger: "He smashed the hotel I worked so hard to build into this state. Do you think I should hate him?" Dong Xinlei asked.  Look, there are wolves everywhere. He can understand Jiang Lin's mood and comforted: "Don't worry, we will give you this tone sooner or later, and I can guarantee that it won't be long." Jiang Lin Ruo said.  Thought: "I hope so!" {Piaotia Literature www.piaotia.com thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}
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