One thousand and eighty-eight: Zhao Xing appears
boom!
Gunshots fired.
"Yan Zixiao..." Xingzai exclaimed.
"do not move."
Yan Wan and Nie Yuanfang on the other end of the phone were both stunned.
beep……
Yan Wan hung up the phone, turned around, and stared at Aaron holding the gun, his face full of confusion: "Why? I don't understand."
"Throw the phone over here." Zhao Xing stretched out his hand to him.
Bang
Yan Wan was very honest and threw the phone directly at his feet.
While Zhao Xing picked up the phone, he turned to look at Xingzi who was lying in a pool of blood, with a somewhat complicated look on his face.
There is sadness, there is sadness...
After being together for so many years, he has really regarded Xingzi as a brother.
The same was true for the opponent, so just now, he jumped out and blocked the shot for Yan Wan.
Zhao Xing lowered his gun slightly, shot through the cell phone, and then pointed the gun at Yan Wan again.
However, he forgot one thing.
The distance between the two is really not that far.
The moment the gun was moved, Yan Wang, who seemed to be extremely honest, had already exploded like a cheetah.
boom!
Gunshots fired.
However, Yan Wan was not hit. Zhao Xing only felt a strong force coming from his hand. His body staggered unconsciously, his arm raised up, and he didn't know where the bullet had hit.
Bang, bang bang
The sound of gunshots echoed through the parking lot.
Yan Wan squeezed his arm tightly and tried his best to turn the muzzle of the gun away from him.
Click, click...
No more bullets.
Zhao Xing suddenly raised his knee and hit Yan Wan's abdomen. The pistol without bullets in his hand was like a brick, hitting Yan Wan's head hard.
But Yan Wang stepped back to avoid the knee collision.
Although he was inevitably hit hard on the head, he remained silent as if he were a cold stone. He grabbed his arm and pulled it, and his fist accurately hit Zhao Xing's chin.
The heavy dizziness made Yan Wan's vision blurry. He coughed twice and patted his cheeks to wake himself up.
"Click..."
Zhao Xing staggered and lay down next to another car. He took out the magazine from his pocket with trembling hands and tried to stuff it into his pistol. But my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't control them at all, and I failed several times.
"Interesting." Yan Wang smashed the car window with his fist.
He took out the long sword wrapped in black cloth. The circlip made a soft sound, like a dragon roaring, and in an instant the long sword was unsheathed.
Click!
Load, load.
Zhao Xing finally completed two difficult things at this moment, raised his gun, pointed it at Yan Wan and pulled the trigger.
Dang...bang!
At the critical moment, the tip of the sword flicked its tail like a dragon, and lightly swept the pistol.
The force of the impact completely numbed Zhao Xing's already sore arm. The muzzle of the gun couldn't stop raising and hit the cement on the roof, splattering out bits and pieces.
Buzz
The sword thrust out, and then the flower trembled slightly, drawing a strange trajectory, and slashed upwards. The sword tip was silver, shining dazzlingly, and the trembling was not far away from the heart for a moment.
Zhao Xing did not panic in the face of the battle, turned sideways, and let the long sword pierce his clothes, sticking close to his skin and piercing the car skin.
At the same time, raise your hands, raise your gun, and shoot.
The gunfire was blazing, but the moment he raised the gun, Yan Wan was already rolling forward, drew his sword and turned around, slicing across his waist and hips.
If he was hit, Zhao Xing had no doubt that he would be cut in half with one sword.
Therefore, he had to use the gun in his hand as a weapon, and force it between the two at the moment when the sword blade approached.
laugh……
Sparks flew.
Although he blocked it, the force still made Zhao Xing grin.
But he saw a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Yan Wang squatted on his left side, facing him diagonally. He only needed to raise the muzzle of his gun thirty, no, only twenty centimeters. He could pull the trigger and shoot this guy through the head.
At this moment, he saw Yan Wan's left hand pointing straight at Zhao Xing's crotch like a long dragon out of the sea.
Zhao Xing's face turned pale. He put his left hand on the car and jumped onto the car. He rolled backwards to the other side of the car without stopping. At the same time, he raised his gun again... Bang!
Dang clang...
Yan Wan couldn't bear the strength and almost fell to the ground. But knowing that the other party had a gun in his hand, he couldn't stay here, so he rolled on the spot and came to behind a cement pillar.
It was only now that he remembered that scene with lingering fear.
If it weren't for his quick reaction in battle, his body's instinct would be faster than his consciousness at that moment and he would be able to level the sword. I'm afraid a bloody hole has been left in his head.
Even so, thinking about it still made him break into a cold sweat. He glanced at the long sword in his hand, and saw that a deep dent had been made on the back of the sword, but it was not penetrated.
"Quality guaranteed." Yan Wan was extremely glad that his product was not junk worth a few hundred yuan. if not……
boom!
boom!
Zhao Xing cautiously raised his gun and approached there step by step. He fired a shot from time to time to prevent Yan Wan from taking the lead.
Yan Wan stood quietly behind the cement pillar, crossed his feet, took off one shoe, and exposed it slightly outside the pillar.
After pausing for a few seconds, he pushed the shoe forward with a little force. But I went around on the contrary.
boom!
Sure enough, when he saw most of the shoes suddenly coming out, Zhao Xing thought that Yan Wan was going to fight to the death, so he immediately pulled the trigger without saying a word.
Then his eyes widened and he realized that he had been deceived by Yan.
He turned the muzzle of his gun, intending to shoot at the approaching black figure. However, this time the pistol made a dull clicking sound and was out of bullets.
"Are you deceiving me?" Zhao Xing recalled that scene and couldn't help but squint his eyes. He kept retreating backwards, flicked his wrist, and threw the pistol at him.
"Very smart." He tilted his head, dodged the iron block, and squatted down to put on his shoes.
Yan Wang held up his sword and approached him step by step.
Wow... Then he saw Zhao Xing picking up a nearly two-meter hollow steel pipe from the corner and staring at him with hatred.
"You can also use a stick? Have you practiced?" Yan Wan looked at him with interest.
Zhao Xing lowered his back and stabilized his horse, and assumed a posture: "You can try it."
Seeing the hatred on his face, which was about to solidify, Yan Wan frowned and asked him again: "Are you doing it for money? Or something else?"
After saying that, he looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and shook his head: "No, if it was just for money, it would be better if you held Xingzi hostage. I seem to have seen your look like this somewhere..."
"die!"
Zhao Xing grunted, and when he swung the long stick, silver light swayed, making a muffled whistle, and hit him with great force.
Dang rang
The sword is a mid-range weapon, so you must not distance yourself from this guy.
Yan Wan had sharp eyes and quick hands. He held the sword in both hands and slashed diagonally. With a flick of his wrist, the sword edge rubbed against the long stick and brilliant sparks burst out.
While splitting the stick, he suddenly turned sideways to pass the long stick, took three steps with his feet and made two steps at the same time. Pressing forward forcefully, he used the immortal to point the way and pointed directly at the opponent's throat.
Zhao Xing looked as if he had really practiced. His lower body was stable and his body was not moved at all by Yan Wan's pull. Remember the website address of this website, www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site