Fantastic City

Ning Xing's complexion darkened, and he sneered, his tall body didn't even move at all, his slender right arm flung at the East Turkistan's face, and he shot later, but the speed of castration surpassed that of the East Turkistan Before the offensive of the elements.

The East Turkistan exclaimed unexpectedly, turned around suddenly, jumped to the side, and pinched Ning Xing's right wrist pulse with his left hand. Ning Xing snorted coldly, his elbow sank, and only saw that arm. It sank, but in an instant, it clasped the left shoulder blade of the East Turkistan member strangely.

With Ning Xing's right hand waving, there was a crisp sound of bones breaking from the left shoulder blade of the East Turkistan, and the whole person was thrown nearly three meters away by Ning Xing before he landed with a bang.

After the East Turkistan fell to the ground, tears flowed from the pain, but he shouted in Uighur.

When the Uighurs around the square heard what the East Turkistan said, they all drew out their daggers and knives, and surrounded Ning Xing from all directions.

In the crowd, there was a thin and thin figure flying like a ghost, and before the person arrived, a cold light had already cut Ning Xing's throat. Anyone could see that it was a very vicious throat-sealing knife. .The Uighur people have a strong style, and it seems that there is a lot of martial arts style.

Ning Xing's figure stood still, as if he hadn't seen it, until the tip of the dagger was only three centimeters away from his throat, and his left fist suddenly hit the opponent's dagger blade so unbelievably, the thin and thin The figure jumped back suddenly, but Ning Xing's left fist, which opened the dagger, slammed into the right chest of this skilled Uighur almost in no particular order in the same movement.

The thin and small Uyghur man screamed in a youthful voice, and bright red blood kept flowing out of his mouth. It was only after he fell to the ground that he could clearly see that it was a Uyghur boy who was no more than 16 years old.

At this moment, another three Uyghurs rushed towards Ning Xing with knives. Ning Xing had no mercy at all. He waved his fists quickly, while the three Uyghurs screamed and divided into three groups almost at the same time. The direction flew out, and then lay straight on the ground at the same time. From their sunken sternum, it can be seen that the three guys are also in danger.

The four Uyghurs were killed by Ning Xing's fist in less than three seconds, which shocked all the other Uyghurs.They could hardly believe their eyes, and they dared not bear the lesson of this fact, so quickly?so fast?The moment they even turned their minds around, they had a result, life and death were divided, and the four of them were the best, all of them had practiced Sanda and martial arts.

There was a childish smile on Ning Xing's face, and he said gently: "Are you still coming up to die? I guarantee it will be one punch, and the death will be very happy, there will be no too much pain, why? This is scary, I haven't been addicted yet, could it be that this is the strength of the East Turkistan elements, that would be too bad, if you want to call for help, I will give you time, I will wait here, but hurry up , or you can come to this hotel to find me, I promise to spend the night here tonight, of course, I hope that when you come again, there will be a few guys who can stand on the stage, if even children are sent to die, Then you don’t need to use it. Because if you come, you will die in vain. Of course, I don’t mind killing a few more East Turkistan separatists. In China, although asking me to kill a few more East Turkistan separatists will not make the world peaceful. But at least it won't be more messy."

Ning Xing stood there and said eloquently that he didn't know if these people could understand all of them, but he believed that there would always be a few Uighurs who could understand Chinese.

A Uyghur about forty years old came out from the crowd. This guy's ugly face had been twisted into a long one. He had a pair of strange eyes wide open, the corners of his lips were drawn rapidly, and his voice was hoarse and dry, as if in his throat. He tucked a handful of sand into his pocket and asked, "You... who are you?"

Ning Xing smiled and said, "Someone finally remembered to ask who I am now, but it's not too late, ugly guy, can you tell me your name?"

Swallowing, the Uighur middle-aged man who pretended to be ugly said in horror: "Don't be complacent, we... will hire someone to deal with you, you don't have to be complacent for too long."

Smiling, Ning Xing said: "If you hit the child, I'm not afraid that the adults won't come out. Ugly guy, you don't need to invite me. To be honest, I will only leave one person present who has used a knife just now so that he can see tomorrow." The sun rising from the east. Linafeya, you do it, just leave this ugly guy behind, and kill everyone else."