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

His shooting skills can only be said to be average, but the two are only two or three meters apart. At this distance, as long as it is not a severe Parkinson patient, it is impossible for him to fail to hit it!

"ah!"

Makoto Ito shouted, the distance was too close, even if he was not able to hide!

Blood flowers bloomed immediately on his body.

But his long sword stood in front of him, blocking the two most deadly shots.

As the gunshot stopped, he screamed and wanted to kill this enemy without warrior spirit with one knife.

call!

The moment the bullet was fired, An Qisheng retreated suddenly, avoiding the light of his body sword.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Ito's eyes were bloodshot, his body burst forward, and his long sword swung to break through the airflow.

retreat!

retreat!

retreat!

An Qisheng exerted force under his feet, turned around and left, secretly surprised.

Two or three meters apart, the nine bullets in the gun were naturally not wasted. Except for the two shots blocked by the long knife, the other seven shots were all hit on the swordsman.

But even though he was covered in blood and was shot in his chest and abdomen, his steps and swaying the knife did not deform much!

Instead, the sword light became more violent and filled with more fierce murderous intent.

At this moment, Wang Zhixuan threw the body of the gunman in his hand and stepped out in one step.

call!

Move like lightning, like a meteor chasing the moon!

With just three steps, Wang Zhixuan stepped over dozens of meters and flew past An Qisheng. His body shrank and bounced, and he squeezed into the sword light that Makoto Ito was waving.

"Wang Zhixuan!"

An Qisheng was shocked, and he heard the roar of the Fusang swordsman, and what followed was the sound of a burst of muscles and bones like a continuous cannon.

When he stopped and looked, he saw Wang Zhixuan standing with a knife. The powerful Fusang swordsman had already thrown up like straw, and blood was gushing out of his mouth.

Bang!

He hit the strong and slid down softly for three or four seconds.

"Ho ho~"

Makoto Ito's body twitched twice, and without saying a word, he lost his voice.

Just a collision, life and death are divided.

"It's far worse than Zhao Huangtian, and even worse than single dealership..."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly, throwing the sword away.

An Qisheng looked carefully. In addition to the two dents that were shot by the gun, there were also two faint finger marks on the knife.

A master of magic power was actually taken away by her!

"I did a good job, but my marksmanship was too bad."

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

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

"Difference......"

An Qisheng smiled bitterly and turned to the place where the gunshots came.

After walking two steps, he turned back, took out a pistol and put it away, and picked up the too-knife that Wang Zhixuan had thrown away.

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

Although he doesn't need a knife, he can even sell it at a good price when hanging it in the forum.

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

The manor is filled with blood and corpses are everywhere.

An Qisheng's pace was not slow, and he had arrived at the closest place to him in the manor and there was still gunshots.

However, the battle here is almost over.

When he came, the last scene he saw was a Fusang swordsman kneeling on the ground, and in front of him was a woman dressed in elegant clothes.

In the battlefield where smoke lies everywhere, there was such a woman who couldn't help but attract An Qisheng's gaze.

"Is this the helper Wang Zhixuan asked?"

An Qisheng stopped.

The woman was dressed in white and had a very good figure and appearance. However, there are too many beauties these days, and there are also many exquisite pictures on the Internet that are more beautiful than her.

What makes people unconsciously attract attention is her temperament.

She stood quietly, even though there was a pool of blood around her, but she also gave people a feeling of peace and tranquility.

Like a pool of autumn water, reflecting the bright moon, the bamboo forest is quiet in the empty valley.

"This is the second lady of the Gong family, Gong Qingzhu! He is also the second-person of the Gong family today. He controls the Gong family's real estate, finance, and ocean trade, and plays an important role in the Gong family."

Luo Neng came out of nowhere, looking at the woman not far away, with bright eyes:

"Dr. Wang is so amazing that he can invite all this person out."

An Qisheng glanced at Luo Neng.

He was clean and neat, without any smoke and blood on his body. He didn't seem to have participated in a family-killing battle, but came for an outing.

"It's a coincidence that the place I chose to sneak into was the place where the Gong family took action. I have only fired three shots until now."

Luo Neng chatted with An Qisheng casually, his eyes kept on the Qingzhu in the Palace.

"This Miss Gong Er is also a master of magic power. I wonder how much I compare to Wang Zhixuan..."

An Qisheng was also looking at the palace green bamboo, but his focus was completely different.

In terms of martial arts, men are born with greater advantages than women. Therefore, most of the great masters from ancient times to the present are men.

But now, it's different.

The development of science and technology and the progress of civilization have changed, not only women's status, but more and more female experts are also becoming more and more.

"Miss, it's up 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 you done some work in the beginning and end? Xuanxuan finally asked me for a while, and I have to do it beautifully."

Qingzhu took the scarf and wiped her hands, and said softly.

"Don't worry, Miss, no one left, they were clean."

Gong Sanyang smiled slightly:

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

"Uncle San said he was a master, so he must be a master."

Qingzhu of the Palace pointed to the corpse in front of her:

"This person uses Aikido's kung fu. If he needs to check his background, if there is a master, he will be finished."

Gong Sanyang nodded.

At this time, Wang Zhixuan helped Jiang Shili to the venue.

Jiang Shili's face was a little pale, and her clothes were red on her shoulders, as if she had been shot.

"Sister Jiang, are you injured?"

Palace Qingzhu frowned slightly.

"I was shot twice."

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

"Thank you, Uncle San, for taking action."

"It's just a trivial matter, Miss Jiang is so polite."

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

"Miss, Miss Wang and Miss Jiang go back first, I'll do the rest."
To be continued...