Supreme Soldier King City Tour

Chapter 137 is amazing my brother
The foreign young man winked at the man beside him, and the man pointed his gun at Guo Meijing.

"Two people can only live one. We both pull the trigger at the same time. According to your speed, one can live. I only shoot once. After one shot, I hope to see you in the dark world of the West in the future."

boom!
……

Before the companions around him could pull the trigger, the young foreigner pulled the trigger first.

At the same time, the dragon-scale dagger in Wu Xuan's hand pierced the silence in the dark night like a ghost.

This was the first time in his life that he let go of the dragon scale dagger.

Not disappointed, the dagger pierced the man's heart impartially...

And Wu Xuan's left arm was shot again, and the corner of the foreign young man's mouth twitched: "Okay! Only you are worthy of being my opponent."

"But I think next, according to your strength, you should be able to bring your woman to survive."

After speaking, the foreign young man drove to leave.

"Are you also one of the twelve gods?" Wu Xuan asked extremely calmly.

"What do you think?"

Wu Xuan already knew the answer, the foreign young man left, and when he left, he waved at Wu Xuan.

Suddenly, more than a dozen black commercial vehicles surrounded Wu Xuan and Guo Meijing.

Wu Xuan calmly pulled the dragon scale dagger from the man's chest!

Kill game!open!

Wu Xuan got angry, took off his short sleeves, tore off a piece of cloth, and tied it directly to the wound.

Dozens of assassins with machetes and blades rushed towards Wu Xuan.

In desperation, he pushed Guo Meijing into the car: "Don't move, don't come out!"

Suddenly, a fierce light pierced the air and struck at Wu Xuan's back.

This knife is deadly enough!
Suddenly, Wu Xuan turned around, the dagger pierced the man's forehead, and the brain was stabbed out.

"Whoosh!" With a round kick, the man flew seven or eight meters away in an instant.

"Come on!", he roared like a hell Shura reappearing in the world.

The assassins were startled and attacked again wielding machetes.

Wu Xuan exerted all his strength and did not hold back.

"Puff - puff -"

With every sound, someone will fall to the ground and die!
As more and more people rushed up, Wu Xuan raised his foot and blasted out, the chest of an assassin collapsed, and his internal organs burst!

Blood mixed with rain, bloody everywhere!
Wu Xuan's figure is among a group of assassins, acting recklessly, giving and taking.

The dragon-scale dagger in his hand was as powerful as a broken bamboo. Wherever the dagger went, there were screams of pain, but they returned to calm after a few seconds, because they had become a cold corpse.

And the dead can't speak!
Suddenly, a sharp lightning pierced through the void, and the dragon scale dagger was like an artifact for killing gods, a sickle for harvesting lives.

Wu Xuan, the ghost God of War, finally exuded the spirit of a God of War.

"Everyone present here today—must die!"

The rest of the dozen or so people trembled in fright. They didn't come here to kill, but to be killed!
There is definitely a problem with the intelligence!

A dozen people all rushed into the night, running and fleeing.

But how could Wu Xuan give them this chance!

A sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth, he moved the soles of his feet, his body was like a sword in the void, blood flowed like a river wherever he went.

Suddenly, an assassin saw with his own eyes a dagger passing through his back, piercing his heart.

"Pfft!"

Another person had half of his head cut off and fell to the ground.

The torrential rain was mixed with blood and Wu Xuan's anger.

The figure flickered like a god of death. Those who offend others, today will be the last night of these assassins.

Suddenly, one of the assassins wanted to drive away, but just as he shifted into gear, a dagger had already cut his throat.

Until his death, he didn't know where the dagger came from.

All the assassins were dead, and there were corpses everywhere.

Wu Xuan calmly dialed Maitreya's phone number, it is most suitable for him to take care of this matter.

In the dark night, Wu Xuan was drenched all over, and then walked towards Guo Meijing firmly.

Guo Meijing in the car turned pale and was speechless for a long time, it was too shocking!
The wet long hair was stuck to her forehead, and her delicate body suddenly shook, she rushed out and hugged Wu Xuan: "Don't...don't hit me anymore."

Wu Xuan was stunned: "What, what are you talking about, I'm done."

After a long time, Guo Meijing was unwilling to let go, Wu Xuan gently stretched out his hand, and touched the goddess' face with his hand: "Go home, idiot!"

"Don't go home, follow me to the hospital!"

"Please, my lady, do you want me to go to jail? This is a gunshot wound!"

"I don't care, you have to follow me to the hospital!" Guo Meijing was quite anxious and directly pulled Wu Xuan into the car.

"It's just two bullets, go back and find Mr. Qin and deal with it for me!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Xuan got into the cab: "Beauty, let me show you, I can drive with one hand!"

It didn't take long for Wu Xuan to walk into the Guo family's villa, and when he saw the people in the living room, he laughed like fools.

Qin Laoteng sat up from the sofa: "Who did it!"

"Preliminary judgment, one of the twelve gods!"

Looking at the gunshot wound, Elder Qin's eyes were not as calm as before, but more caring.

"I'll fetch the bullet for you!"

Mr. Guo hurriedly shouted: "Why don't you go to the hospital, I'll contact my friend now."

"Don't be so troublesome, infuse the anti-inflammatory, and then ask him to bring some medicine."

"Get me a first aid kit for home use!"

Mr. Qin took out a sharp needle, about one inch and six fen in length, with three sharp edges on the needle head.

"Hold it!"

"Old man, you'd better hurry up!"

Qin Lao's technique was quite fast, and within a minute, a bullet had already been taken out.

And Wu Xuan's face was covered with cold sweat, and his teeth were clenched.

Finally, when he was taking the second bullet, he finally couldn't bear it and broke the mahogany chair he made.

There was a cold sound in the throat - ah!

Everyone present was stunned, the ancient Guan Gong scraped the bone to heal the poison, and now Wu Xuan took the bomb naked!
So bloody, who would not accept it.

In fact, Wu Xuan knew better than anyone else that the impact position of these two bullets would not cause major damage to the human body, and the impact depth was not very deep.

That's why he dared not go to the hospital and let Mr. Qin treat him.

If he had been shot in a special place, he would have rushed to the hospital long ago.

After taking the bomb, Wu Xuan was lying on the bed. Guo Meijing held Wu Xuan's hand tightly, but refused to let go.

Suddenly, the goddess' delicate lips kissed Wu Xuan's forehead: "You...don't be so stupid in the future!"

The doctor came, bandaged Wu Xuan, gave him an infusion, and said a word in a long time: "Guan Gong is alive!"

But Wu Xuan was thinking in his heart...

(End of this chapter)