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Chapter 164

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    The nightmares never stop.  When the final fierce battle between Xie Wendong and the Soul Group was about to break out, there was chaos outside the villa, gunshots were everywhere, and everyone was thinking.  The soul group's first reaction was that Xie Wendong's reinforcements had arrived.  The cold-faced middle-aged man's heart trembled. He knew very well how much manpower he had used to stop the opponent's reinforcements. He didn't expect them to come so fast and violently.  He sighed bitterly in his heart, forced himself to be firm, and shouted loudly: Kill Xie Wendong first, the others will be vulnerable!  (day)

    When he thought about it, there were more than a dozen gunmen outside who were skilled in marksmanship and could pierce through the Yangtze with a hundred steps. He couldn't even count on them to destroy the opponent, but at least they could block Xie Wendong's reinforcements.

    Unfortunately, he was wrong. Within ten seconds of the chaos outside, chaotic shouting and killing screams followed from the hall on the first floor of the villa.  Before he could finish his words, a sneer suddenly sounded from behind him. Although the laughter was cold and contemptuous, it also revealed unspeakable boldness.  I’m afraid not!

    The middle-aged man was shocked and turned his head hurriedly. He saw a group of people walking up the stairs behind him. They were all wearing white clothes, white pants and white leather shoes. The spotless white skin made the blood stains on their bodies extremely eye-catching.  The leader was a man over one and eighty meters away, with eight-colored eyebrows and bright star-like eyes. His handsome face seemed to be carved with a knife, with sharp edges and corners, and his masculine and domineering nature was naturally revealed in his movements.  After the middle-aged man saw the person clearly, his heart dropped in his throat and shattered into pieces.  No matter how unfamiliar he is with China and famous figures in the country, he will never be unfamiliar with the young man in front of him.  If anyone can turn a blind eye to Xiang Wentian, the boss of Nanhongmen, then he is either a fool or a madman.

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

    Xiang Wentian shrugged, without even looking at him. His eyes drifted, and he looked at Xie Wendong, who was standing precariously facing each other, and said with a smile: It seems that I am not too late.

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

    Ha ha!  Xiang Wentian threw his head back and laughed, and said: "Unfortunately, I came at just the right time."

    What are you here for?  Xie Wendong leaned against the wall gently and asked.

    Xiang Wentian said bluntly: Come kill people.  Who to kill?  Kill the damn people!  With that said, Xiang Wentian strode straight towards Xie Wendong.

    Xie Wendong and Xiang Wentian stood at both ends of the corridor on the second floor. There were more than a hundred Soul Team members in between. They had long regarded Xie Wendong as their prize. Even if Xiang Wentian had a deep hatred for him, they would not tolerate it.  He took a step forward.  Oh shit!  (Japan) Two members of the Soul Team looked relaxed when they saw Xiang Wentianxian. They walked past him leisurely. Unable to suppress the anger in their hearts, they used two long knives, one on the left and one on the right, to separate his front heart and throat.  .  Xiang Wentian didn't seem to notice. He kept walking without blinking. He knew that someone would help him clean up the unsightly things without him having to do anything.

    Sure enough, a gloomy cold light rose into the sky and disappeared instantly. It was so fast that it seemed as if 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 is Lu Kou's knife, named Langya. It was a special military spur that served in foreign special forces. It is extremely sharp.  The corridor was full of people, but it was quiet and silent except for the sound of Xiang Wentian's footsteps and people's breathing.

    Blood dripped from the tip of the knife.  Ren Changfeng's originally gloomy eyes burned again. He turned around and tore off the pieces of clothing that were covered with cuts on his body and threw them aside. His bare body was covered with blood stains of different sizes, but there were many wounds that were more than three inches long.  A dozen times later, he stood in front of Xie Wendong, pointed the tip of his knife at Lu Kou, and said proudly: I'm waiting for you.

    Ren Changfeng is like a bloody man, but he still has the heart to fight against Lu Kou, the leader of the Eight Heavenly Kings of Nanhongmen. This shows his arrogance and strong character, and even Xiang Wentian who is moving forward is moved by it.

    Lu Kou looked at him, then at the wolf fang, 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.  I bother!  Ren Changfeng's nose was almost out of breath and crooked. Others could be forgiven for saying this, but he couldn't. Not long ago, it was Lu Kou who took advantage of Xie Wendong's sneak attack by the soul group and chased him halfway.  Now he still has the nerve to speak out without shame. He is so thick-skinned that he cannot be penetrated by swords or shot by guns.  Ren Changfeng hummed, waved his Tang Dao, and said, "Come on, come on, I'll give you three moves first."

    The cold-faced middle-aged man in the soul group had no time to let Changfeng yell at Lu Kou. Seeing that Xiang Wentian had reached the hinterland of his camp and was getting closer and closer to Xie Wendong, he felt uneasy and shouted loudly: What are you waiting for?  , kill me!  No matter who it is, they will be killed without mercy!  (day)

    Soul compositionWhen the people heard his cry, they woke up from a dream. They raised their swords and shouted loudly, preparing to kill him.  But as soon as they raised their swords, countless strong men in white came up from downstairs, each holding a sharp weapon, fighting with the people of the Soul Group.

    Swish, swish, swish.  A knife appeared in Xiang Wentian's hand at some point. With one movement, he killed the Hun Group members who were besieging him to the ground. His originally slow pace instantly started and he jumped up to Xie Wendong.  Ren Changfeng blocked his way with his sword, and said coldly: "If you want to defeat Brother Dong, you must get through me first."

    Before Xiang Wentian could say anything, Xie Wendong spoke first, smiling bitterly and saying: Changfeng, get out of the way, Brother Xiang has something to say, and no one can stop him.  As he spoke, he raised his eyes, met Xiang Wentian's scorching gaze, and said: Every occasion when we meet seems to be full of drama.

    That’s right.  Xiang Wentian also smiled, holding his sword backwards, and said: I shouldn't have come originally, but there are some things that need to be resolved.

    Xie Wendong listened quietly, then took out a cigarette and smoked leisurely in the bloody corridor while shouting about killing, 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 have no strength.  Although you still have a group of loyal brothers, they are at the end of their rope.  Will the hunter let the wolf go without its teeth?

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

    you are wrong!  Before the smile dried on his face, Xiang Wentian suddenly turned around. He didn't see clearly what kind of footwork he was using. He just slid past Ren Changfeng like a loach, and stepped in front of Xie Wendong. He raised his shoulders and bent his elbows.  The moonlight outside the window shines, and the snow-white sword emits a fierce light. The light flashes and turns into a shooting star.

    Meteors are short-lived, fleeting and gone, and the light disappears under Xie Wendong's ribs.  The blade of the knife, which was more than two feet long, only exposed the handle on Xie Wendong's body. It passed through his body and the tip of the knife penetrated deeply into the wall.  ah!  Brother Dong!  No one expected that things would change so quickly, that Xiang Wentian would be killed whenever he asked, and that his sword would be so vicious.  Li Shuang, Jiang Sen, Gao Qiang, Ren Changfeng and others rushed over like crazy.

    The cigarette in Xie Wendong's hand fell off. He frowned in pain, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He waved his hands to stop everyone, then grabbed Xiang Wentian's knife-holding palm and said in an indescribable tone of emotion: You, why  …Why?

    Xiang Wentian sighed in a low voice, turned around, and said quietly: "I came here just to drive the people of the Soul Group back to where they should be. I didn't want to save you. You don't need to feel that you owe me anything."  This knife is given to you by me.  Save your life, give you a knife, we owe each other nothing!  From now on, we will still be each other's best rivals.

    At this time, everyone saw clearly that Xiang Wentian's powerful and heavy knife did not stab Xie Wendong's body at all, but entered the gap between his elbow and waist, and was nailed deeply into the wall.  Li Shuang, Jiang Sen and others all bowed their heads and felt ashamed for what they said just now. Even if the opponent was their biggest opponent and enemy all along, they had to sincerely admire Xiang Wentian, he is a hero!

    Xie Wendong leaned against the wall, looked up, let out a long sigh, and said to himself: How can he easily erase what happened with just one knife?

    Xiang Wentian smiled, turned his head, and said with a smile: "Don't mind, I'm waiting to receive Brother Xie's next move."  A day without close friends is black and white. Without an enemy that can make you passionate, that day will lose its wonderful unknown.

    He smiled brightly. Although the half-moon in the sky was dim and dull, the corridor was extremely bright. Because Youxiang Wentian, his smile was like the bright sun.

    Xiang Wentian left, took the sword handed over by his subordinates, and flew to join the battle group with the soul group.  The sword flashed, the blood burst, the enemy's screams mixed with Xiang Wentian's heroic laughter, stimulating everyone's heart, and also pierced Xie Wendong's heart.  After being stunned for a while, he suddenly scratched his hair, smiled, lowered his head and shook his head and said: It's really nerve-wracking!  As he spoke, he grabbed the sword left by Xiang Wentian and pierced it into the wall. He gritted his teeth and used his strength. He pulled it out with a muffled shout. He turned to the people on the left and right and asked: "Will Xie Wendong look at it?"  Your enemy died at the hands of his enemy, what about you?  Can we fight again?

    able!  Everyone said in unison, Li Shuang simply took off his clothes and wrapped them around his body to bandage his wounds. He resisted the large knife and said with a silly smile: "He Xiang Wentian is a man, and we are no different!"

    So, what are we waiting for?  Xie Wendong flicked the blade of the sword and made a crisp sound. He looked far away in the direction of the cold-faced man, his narrowed eyes flashed with light and said: Let's use the head of the soul group leader to express our respect for the enemy!

    Li Shuang, Ren Chang?A group of people roared, and the energy that had disappeared and the exhausted physical strength seemed to have returned to the body. Facing the soul group and the Japanese who stepped on Chinese soil, they showed that Wendonghui, Beibei  The Hongmen and Chinese people would rather bend than bend, and be brave and good at fighting.

    The cold-faced middle-aged man was afraid when he saw the chaotic killing in front of him. From the moment Xiang Wentian appeared in Nanhongmen, he had already begun to be afraid.  When he returned to the battlefield, he was even more afraid. He wanted to run away and took action. Unexpectedly, a ghostly figure came to him. His soft voice was cold and said: Since you are here, why bother to leave?  The scenery here is pleasant, and it would not be a injustice to you to sleep underground.

    When the middle-aged man heard the voice, most of his soul was scared away. Without hesitation, he flew towards the window.  He was faster, but the speaker's knife was even faster. Xiang Wentian's knife was wielded by Xie Wendong, who aimed it at his head and swung it with his hand.  The middle-aged man felt that there was an evil wind on the back of his head. He hurriedly swung the knife and his head was able to dodge. However, his ears were not so lucky and were cut off by Xie Wendong's knife.  The middle-aged man groaned and jumped out of the window holding his broken ear.

    Seeing this, Xiang Wentian fired several swords, forcing the Soul Team members on the left and right back, and shouted: Xiao Kou, don't let him escape, chase him!

    After receiving the order, Lu Kou agreed, raised his knife and jumped down.

    As soon as the middle-aged man ran away, the members of the soul team had no intention of fighting again. The formation was lost and it was like scattered sand.  Not long after, Xie Wendong's reinforcements also arrived. The people from Xuesha and Beihongmen had already killed the soul group members who came to resist on the way. At this time, they rushed to the outside of the villa, blowing away from the outside like a strong wind blowing fallen leaves.  Swirled in.  {Piaotia Literature www.piaotia.com thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}
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