Beauty's best bodyguard

Hearing the gunshots, Yang Wei realized that something might have happened in the Song Family Manor, otherwise, why would there be gunshots in the middle of the night.

Although this is in Kyoto, the imperial court is naturally very serious about gun control. After all, there are some dignitaries living in Kyoto. If something happens, the impact on society will be very bad.

Of course, even in the eyes of control, some people can still get guns, but they must be careful when using guns, otherwise, if they are discovered by the police in Kyoto, don't say anything, and it will be heavy if they are caught.

But now in the Song Family Manor, guns were fired in the middle of the night, which shows that the matter is very serious.

At this time, in front of the garden in front of the main hall, many of Song Jingang's men were holding pistols and shooting at several people in the garden.

There were about six or seven people in total. These people moved so fast that they hid elsewhere before even aiming their pistols.

They rushed into the Song Family Manor a few minutes ago, and killed all the way to the door of the Song Family Hall. Many members of the Huoyun Gang died at their hands.

They didn't have any weapons in their hands at all, they just killed the members of the Fire Cloud Gang with their bare hands.

Almost being hit on the body by them, it would definitely be like hitting a tofu with a fist, and they would make a big blood hole.

Because they were moving too fast, they could only shoot randomly in the direction where they were. Many of them died in their own pistols.

"Everyone, don't shoot, don't hit your own people." Song Jingang looked solemn, looking at the dozens of subordinates who were attacking not far away, his heart seemed to be bleeding.

The opponent is too powerful, these little brothers of his are not opponents of the opponent at all.

Looking at the younger brothers lying in a pool of blood one by one, Song Jingang felt uncomfortable.

These few people are undoubtedly masters, and the few younger brothers with good skills under him are not their enemies in a few moves, and they are folded in their hands.

Seeing the younger brothers being knocked down one by one by these people and lying in a pool of blood, Song Jingang frowned, and said to the bodyguards who were protecting him: "Heizi, Ah Nan, you go to support the brothers, don't worry about me gone."

Heizi immediately said nervously, "Brother, how can this be done."

Heizi has already seen how powerful these people are. Although these people's moves are very ordinary, their speed, body resistance, and strength are absolutely abnormal.

There were two people who seemed to have been shot wounds, but they were still flexible and their lethality was not reduced at all under the gunshot wounds.

He used to be a mercenary, and he has rich practical experience. In his opinion, even if he faced these people, he would not have much advantage in shooting.

"Yes, brother, your safety is also very important." A tall, very burly man glanced at the distance and gritted his teeth.

Song Jingang said loudly with a serious face: "I'm the boss, I can't watch my brothers die like this. Who do you think I am? Is it a woman?"

"I also come and go in the wind and rain. I haven't seen any scenes. Go, you don't need to protect me."

Including Heizi, he has a total of five personal bodyguards. Of course, Heizi is the most powerful among the five bodyguards, not to mention the remaining four. A foreigner's kung fu is very powerful.

One is Li Biao, who used to be a Sanda champion.

In short, his five personal bodyguards are all very powerful.

Of course, even Song Jingang is not weak, he has been practicing kung fu and never slack off.

"Go, you go, today our Huoyun Gang has people attacking our house. This doesn't take us seriously at all. Even if they die, we have to keep them. Otherwise, our Huoyun Gang will spread the word. If you don't, you will definitely be laughed out of your teeth, and how will you be in the Jianghu in the future, how will you be in the capital." Song Jingang rolled his arms and said very loudly.

"Okay, Boss, watch here and see how we kill these people and avenge our brothers." Song Jingang said that if they still insist on this, it seems that Song Jingang will rushed down.

Although Song Jingang said something harsh, but these people rushed to the headquarters of their Huoyun Gang. If their Huoyun Gang let these people go, they would really lose face.

Song Jingang frowned, watching several of his personal bodyguards join in the battle with them.

The master is worthy of being a master, otherwise, it is impossible for him to be his personal bodyguard. After fighting these people, he can tell.

But after a few moves without fighting, the expression on Song Jingang's face became more dignified, because after several of his personal bodyguards fought against these people, after a few moves, except for Heizi, the remaining few people completely at a disadvantage.

That Sanda master, after punching a person, his arm seemed to be broken, and blood was all over his entire arm.

As for Ah Nan, the iron shirt master, he was punched in the body by his opponent, and he took several steps back, with one leg propped on the ground, spitting out blood, as if he had suffered a serious injury.One must know that he was trained in iron cloth shirts, he trained his muscles and bones outside, and his body's defense itself was high, but he was injured by a punch, which shows how powerful his strength is.

As for the remaining two people, it seems that they can't support a few tricks now.

"Fuck, it's so powerful." Song Jingang couldn't help cursing, then turned his head and took down a ghost-headed sword hanging on the wall, "Fuck, I don't want your life today."

He hasn't fought with anyone for several years, but his kung fu has never been lost. In the past, he used to rely on his ghost-headed sword to break out of the Huoyun Gang bit by bit.

The moment he held the Ghost Head Broadsword, his hands couldn't help trembling a bit, of course the trembling wasn't fear, but a kind of excitement.

Today he intends to let Guitou Dadao drink blood again.

Holding a knife in one hand, the tip of the knife dragged on the ground, and came straight to a person, "All of you spread out, I will deal with him."

After hearing Song Jingang's shout, the boys who were beating up alone left in fright.

I saw Song Jingang waved the ghost-head sword with both hands, and slashed at this person directly at the waist. In the dark night, wrapped in a whistling cold wind, the ghost-head sword slashed towards this person.

His big sword with a ghost head weighed fifty or sixty catties, and being danced like this by him, it can be seen that Song Jingang's strength is also great.

The man dodged and dodged his slash.

Song Jingang didn't feel surprised that he dodged the knife. He grabbed the handle of the ghost knife with both hands and swished it a few times. The man was enveloped by the light of the knife he danced.

Seeing that this person was motionless and the ghost knife was about to fall on his head, Song Jingang, who thought he would kill this person, suddenly showed a surprised expression in his eyes, and murmured in disbelief: " This... this...how is it possible..."

Just a foot away from the man's head, his arm actually blocked the Ghost Head Knife.

At such a close distance, and still blocking the ghost knife with his arm, Song Jingang certainly didn't believe it, but whether he believed it or not, what he saw was the truth.

He actually used his living arm to block the extremely sharp Ghost Head Knife.

Looking at his flesh, it seemed that his flesh was only injured, as for the bones, there was no injury at all.

How is this possible, how could his bones be so strong, like steel.

Just when Song Jingang was taken aback, the man laughed a few times, raised his fist with the other hand and hit Song Jingang on the head, "Go to hell with me."

"Boss..."

"Boss..."

"don't want……"

The people around shouted loudly when they saw this man raised his fist and hit Song Jingang on the head. Some wanted to rescue Song Jingang, but it was too late.

At such a close distance, the opponent is still using fists, so Song Jingang might be doomed today.

It is conceivable that if Song Jingang was hit on the head, it would be like hitting a watermelon with a punch...

When Song Jingang saw that this person's fist was about to land on his head, Song Jingang closed his eyes and thought to himself, this time he is doomed, last time Yang Wei rescued him, this time he might be doomed...

But just a few seconds after he closed his eyes, there was no pain...

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw a bloody fist was less than ten centimeters away from his forehead, and what blocked the fist was a hand.

A hand grabbed his wrist just like that, preventing his fist from advancing a single point.

After realizing that his hand was being grabbed by someone like this, and he couldn't move forward a point, now it was this person who was surprised.

"This... this...how is it possible..." He said in surprise.

Of course he knows his strength, in his view, it is absolutely impossible to hold his hand to stop him, but everything in front of him makes him have to believe...

"Nothing is impossible." The man who grabbed his wrist said with an evil smile, and then grabbed the ghost-headed sword in Song Jingang's hand with the other hand and said, "Brother Song, borrow the sword."

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Ghost Head Broadsword, kicked the person in front of him with one kick, held the knife with one hand, raised the sword high, and chopped it down...

With a sound of "噗呲", this person had no time to react, and his head was chopped off by a big knife.

The round, bloody head rolled on the ground several times before stopping. The eyes of the head on the ground were wide open, and it murmured, "This...how is it possible..."

He couldn't believe it until he was about to die, but this person actually grabbed his hand with his bare hands. If he pushed with all his strength, the force of a punch would be at least a thousand catties.

Coupled with such a fast speed, no one will catch it with bare hands.

The man kicked his head up like a ball in a kick, and picked it up. He was holding the ghost-headed sword in one hand and swung it a few times.

"Papa" "papa" "papa" a few times something fell to the ground, and the people next to them were so scared that they broke out in cold sweat after seeing the things on the ground.

One of his heads was cut into many small strips like someone cutting a watermelon. Some timid people even vomited out after seeing this scene.

"Brother Song, thank you for your knife."

DD: Four changes today, the first one arrives.