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Chapter 382 Besieged and killed Wang Xuan, well done

Oh shit!

After spitting hard, Lin Qiwang glanced across the crowd and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, when it's time for me to make a move, someone will definitely die in this battle, but, I have been supported by my family for many years, it's time Serve the family with one life!"

After Lin Qiwang finished speaking, the 84 masters present all nodded with serious expressions. Everyone has seen Wang Xuan's power. It is impossible to besiege and kill such a person without paying a price!
Moreover, Wang Xuan's masters may arrive at any time!
"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" The 84 people all fell from the roof and killed Wang Xuan.

Facing these people, Wang Xuan didn't dare to be careless, he couldn't be surrounded by these people, a thought flashed, Wang Xuan didn't want to entangle with these little fellows any more, he put his feet hard, and instead of retreating, he moved towards the charging 84 People greeted him.

Holding the Yanyue knife high in his hand, Wang Xuan's aura was fully unleashed, and the murderous aura in his heart burst out completely, and he slammed down towards the opposite side.

The 84 people headed by Lin Qiwang have never seen such a strong murderous aura. Just now, Wang Xuan deliberately concealed his clumsiness and released a little bit of it.

With the mountain-like aura in his hand, the Yanyue knife slashed Huashan Mountain with all his strength, and Lin Qiwang, who was at the head of the knife, locked on to the head and slashed down head-on!
As the saying goes, when shooting a man, shoot a horse first, and when capturing a thief, first capture the king. Wang Xuan must seize this opportunity to end the opponent with one move!

To be finished!

Lin Qiwang yelled in his heart that it was not good. If he hadn't really faced Wang Xuan's simple and tough style of play, he would never know how hard it is to resist.

When he was watching the battle on the roof, he didn't feel it, he just thought that those soldiers were too easy to collapse, but when he faced it in person, he realized how strong that kind of pressure is, it really makes people's mind collapse, and he raised his eyebrows. Irresistible thoughts.

Wang Xuan's saber was too fast, so fast that he had no chance to dodge at all, he could only slam his internal energy into his arms with a tiger roar, and the thick-backed machete in his hand rounded and slashed towards the side of Wang Xuan's broadsword. He didn't dare to resist him at all, he just tried to get rid of Wang Xuan's knife and create opportunities for the people behind.

Seeing that the two knives were about to be connected, Lin Qiwang's eyes lit up with joy, but at this moment, Wang Xuan's knives sped up a bit again, and the two knives just passed by, and Lin Qiwang's thick back machete cut through the air. In an instant, Wang Xuan's blade also slashed across Lin Qiwang's forehead.

From the skull to the tailbone, a smooth and uniform wound appeared on Lin Qiwang's face. With the blood flowing out, Lin Qiwang was cut into two halves!
Staggered figures, Wang Xuan's saber kept moving, and with a wave of his right hand, the Yanyue Dao in his hand pierced out like a poisonous dragon with lightning, leaving only a phantom in the air before he came in front of the second person, who was also a second-rate expert in the world. The fine steel sword was ready to parry upwards with a flick, but at the moment when the swords intersected, it was obvious that the sword infused with internal force was suddenly bent, but the Yanyue knife seemed to be unimpeded, and the blade directly slashed at his neck. Pass.

The figures crossed in an instant, and their heads flew into the sky.

The Yanyue Dao in his hand pointed directly at the front, and then slightly trembled left and right, and the Yanyue Dao turned into two sword shadows in an instant, blood splashed on the arms of the two people on the left and right, and they fell to the ground with a scream.

Pulling back with the right hand, grabbing the handle with the left hand and pushing it horizontally, the Crescent Moon Knife slammed at the waist of a person at a small angle in an impossible way, sweeping and retracting, pulling the right hand once with the left hand, the people on the left and right were almost At the same time, they screamed out, and the waist of the two was cut in half, and the spine was cut off, so they couldn't live.

The Qinglong Yanyue Knife swung upwards and slashed downwards, two saber lights appeared almost at the same time, an A-shaped light flashed, and two people were cut to pieces again.

The person walked with the knife, and his figure turned. Wang Xuan followed the Yanyue knife and spun and charged. For a moment, Wang Xuan seemed to grow a halo around his waist, which was beautiful and dazzling!
Just the true blood and lost life that comes with this beauty and brilliance.

Taking advantage of this centrifugal force, Wang Xuan accelerated his Qinglong Yanyue knife in his hand to stab forward again, splitting the crowd and killing them out!
When Wang Xuan intersected with these people, a group of 84 people fell down and 20 people fell down. Everyone turned to look at Wang Xuan with a look of horror, super strength, strong internal strength, simple and domineering moves, and a murderous aura soaring to the sky ...

Before the fight, just by looking at it with the naked eye, you can't feel how strong Wang Xuan is. This kind of kung fu is completely different from those in the Jianghu. It only pursues the ultimate strength and speed, so that everyone doesn't know how to parry.

Hahaha, Wang Xuan laughed loudly, "It's fun! Sure enough, you guys are much more comfortable chopping than those little guys. It's crunchy and tastes like chicken!"

With a slight shake of his arm, the blood on the Qinglong Yanyue knife was shaken off. In order to show his respect to them, Wang Xuan nodded and smiled at them.

The group of wealthy guards took a step back subconsciously, Wang Xuan's face was covered with blood, only his teeth were white, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour, it was too hideous.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Xuan staggered his steps back and forth, holding the middle of the handle of the Yanyue Dao with one hand, stretched his body, and stretched his arms backwards like pulling a bow, and lifted the Yanyue Dao. The feet cling to the ground tightly, and a row of toe marks have been scratched out of the concrete floor. The legs are slightly bent and start to gain momentum.

not good!

Don't let him gain momentum!

"Everyone charge, kill him!" Someone shouted, and a group of people rushed over again.

At this time, Wang Xuan had already finished accumulating momentum, kicking his legs hard, the concrete floor was covered with cracks, and the person turned into a phantom and appeared in front of the first person, with the Qinglong Yanyue knife in his hand, pulling out the air with overwhelming power A scar, an explosion-like sound sounded, and it disappeared in a flash.

"Dang!" "Pfft!"

The sword is divided, the person is broken, and the sword is divided into two halves.

The figures intertwined, and the second knife, which had accumulated the power of the first knife, made a ripple in the air and spread to all directions. After the explosion, there was a tearing sound like cracking brocade, "Bah!" The second person didn't even have a chance to block. If you don't, you will be cut in half.

The third knife, the fourth knife... the eighth knife, the tenth knife. It is daytime, but there seems to be lightning flashing in the sky. This is Wang Xuan's own sword technique, which evolved from the thirteen wind styles. Each of the thirteen swords is as heavy as one sword, and the sword's power can be continuously accumulated.

Before, Wang Xuan could control up to the eighth sword, and the ninth sword was out of his control. Until now, with the help of the Nine Suns Divine Art, he has made ten consecutive swords!

The strength is superimposed by 2.6% each time. After ten swords, the strength is already 11 times heavier than the initial full strength sword. At the No.[-] sword, he can only control the direction. He really can't take it back. In fact He can't even control it precisely!
"puff!"

No. 11 people were divided into two with a knife.

Qinglong Yanyue Dao kept on casting, and slashed heavily on the ground. Immediately, the majestic internal force cut into the hard concrete ground along the blade.

"Boom!" The cement floor exploded into a big pit with a radius of two meters, and the gravel flew towards all directions with a howling sound. The wealthy guards who came came to a sudden stop, frantically waving their swords to block the oncoming shot at any time.

However, the distance was too close, too sudden and too dense, only the sounds of "ding ding dong dang", "puff", "puff", "ah" and "ah" were intertwined, and the four people facing each other were shot directly. A hole of blood, although not dead for a while, but the bloody ones have completely lost their combat power, and it is foreseeable that they will never survive.

Seeing the four people rolling and howling on the ground, the guards who came with them couldn't bear to see them continue to suffer, and turned their heads away slightly, but the sword in their hands flashed continuously and pierced into the hearts of the four, ending their pain.

Wang Xuan breathed out a breath of white air three feet away, and looked at the remaining 40 people on the opposite side. The distance between the two sides was less than ten meters, and the expression on the other side's face was clearly visible.

Wang Xuan's face was relaxed, with a little bit of carefreeness, but there was no trace of tension.

These 40 people are indeed the opposite. Their faces are tense, fearful, sad, sad, fearful, and all kinds of negative emotions almost surround them. From the time of departure until the attack, who would have thought that Wang Xuan was so difficult to deal with? , when everyone just met, they were so relaxed and freehand.

We have known each other for a long time, and we have cooperated on some missions before. This time, so many masters shot at the same time, no one thought that the mission would fail, but now it seems that not only the mission will fail, but these people may also Can't survive a few!

As soon as Wang Xuan received the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, the blade was heavily pounded on the ground and made a bang, and he looked at the opposite side with a smile on his face and said: "After fighting for so long, I haven't asked your Gao surname yet! How about it, let me introduce myself chant!"

Seeing the silence on the other side, Wang Xuan continued to say to himself: "If you don't speak, I can guess it!"

"If you were sent by the maritime merchants headed by the Liu family, then you should be on the ship instead of here. Besides these people, who else has hatred against me?"

"Maritime merchants will not send two groups of people, so the maritime merchants in Songjiang Prefecture, Hangzhou can also run out!"

"Bald thief?" Wang Xuan suddenly called out, seeing that there was no response from the other side, he immediately continued: "It's impossible, the way of kung fu is wrong!"

"The words of the Devil's Cult are not that weak!"

"The imperial court will not do so many things in private!"

"Oh!" Wang Xuan stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, "I see, it turned out that the seven f*cking families sent you here!"

Wang Xuan suddenly raised his voice, and the faces of more than 40 people who were still alive on the opposite side were expressionless, but Wang Xuan noticed the sharply constricted pupils of many people.

"Damn, if you count, you have fourteen second-rates and seventy third-rates, so aren't they all multiples of seven!"

"A group of idiots, why do they insist on rounding it up? Is it because I'm afraid I don't know?"

All of a sudden, it was just a deception to them. Although they were all well-trained, they still couldn't escape the old and cunning Wang Xuan's eyes.

When I die, as long as the seven families publicize that I was killed by Zhejiang people, then I must be killed by Zhejiang people. After all, they control the right to speak to a certain extent.

Wang Xuan could think of what they would do in the future, and jumped out to preside over the overall situation. With the slogan of uniting Fujian people and carrying Zhejiang people together, he directly divided up his own property, and then shared a little sweetness with other collaborators. This matter fell into dust deal!

As for the people from Zhejiang, they will not jump out to refute them. It would be nice to have the reputation of killing themselves.

However, the idea was quite good, and the strength was indeed strong enough, but... at that time, before I went to Kunlun Mountain!
Compared with the self who has obtained the Tao now, he is in heaven and earth. If he is still the second-rate peak self, I am afraid that he has been chopped into a pulp by these people at this moment!

In other words, he really didn't expect these families to come up with such a large amount of power. Think about it, there are fourteen second-rates exposed now. How much power do they have? Anyway, if it were Wang Xuan, There must be more in hand, and there must be a first-class master sitting in the family!
Thinking about it, these families have stood in Fujian for hundreds of years, and there are three families whose history is longer than that of Daming. It is definitely not unusual to have this strength!

Just as he was saying this, the dense footsteps of "dong dong dong" came to mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Xuan's mouth. He knew from the sound of footsteps that it was the city guards and special forces who had arrived!
"Guys, it seems that you can't go anymore. How about you, do you want to surrender? Don't worry, surrender or kill, I've always kept my word!"

What Wang Xuan said was serious, the more than 40 people looked at each other, and one of the middle-aged men said, "Master Wang is telling the truth!"

"Of course, when did I, Mr. Wang, tell a lie!"

"Well!"

"Boom!" There was an explosion, and a burst of smoke rose up, covering his sight for an instant. Wang Xuan was just a little dazed, and then he heard the sounds of "嗖", "嗖", "嗖" in succession...

Looking at it again, these 40 people were like a hornet's nest that exploded, and fled in all directions after a whimper...

"I, you...Mom!" Wang Xuan opened his mouth angrily, and finally took a deep breath, "Well done!"

There are more than 40 people running together. Although the speed of each of them is not very fast in his opinion, but... there are too many fucking people!

I don't even know who to chase after him!

Suddenly, he heard several screams coming from all around. Wang Xuan knew that they must have been shot to death with bows and arrows by the Special Forces, but it didn't help the matter!

Oh shit!

Regardless of whether it was done by these seven families or not, I am not a government anyway, and I don’t need any evidence or the like.
Since you broke the balance first, don't blame me for being cruel!
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(End of this chapter)