Female president's private killer

Just now there was a drizzle under the scorching sun, like the mood of a bison at the moment, dignified and with crazy resentment, trying to cut the man in front of him.

However, Duan Tiandao didn't resent at all. Xu yourong didn't worry at all about dealing with such an opponent. Gabagaba chewed the lollipop in his mouth, took one out of his pocket, peeled the package and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he took out a chair from nowhere, sat down carelessly and looked at the bison and others who rushed up with a smile.

Well, he still thinks lollipops are easier to carry than bananas.

At the moment Xu yourong's slender fingers held the handle of the sword, the green shirt on her body vibrated slightly, and countless raindrops were bounced into fine gouache, like misty fog.

The expressionless Millennium facial paralysis suddenly became deadly, as if he had become another person. The cold rain around him seemed to feel something. He shook, tilted and avoided in silence, and no one dared to wear that green shirt.

The sword in his hand stabbed forward gently.

Straight stab, such as a stick, such as the regret of no longer swinging in time.

There is no sword meaning, and there is no flying sword roaring through the air.

This is a very simple sword.

But it is the most powerful sword.

Xu yourong only trusts her hand to hold the sword. Her most powerful swordsmanship is the sword in her hand. The sword is in her hand and does not need to be controlled by perception. This is Xu yourong's kendo.

When the sword is in hand, it is a river.

If you are invincible in front of you, you will be invincible for thousands of miles.

Such a simple sword seemed to pour all her realm accomplishments. The air before the blade suddenly turned and shrank, avoided all around, and there was an absolute vacuum.

Several green leaves fluttering in the air can't fall on the clean and dust-free green brick ground, so they turn into powder.

The aura of heaven and earth in the air shook violently, condensed and poured into the sword body in her hand, and then seeped from the sword edge, faintly becoming a wind and thunder, whistling.

In an instant, Xu yourong, holding the tip of the giant sword, took wind and thunder and directly blasted at the face door of the bison.

Bison wanted to hide, but he found that his strength seemed to be evacuated in a moment. The whole person was weak and could only watch her sword stab.

He clearly saw that the giant sword in the woman's hand was very ordinary. It was generally long and wide, but it was a little heavy, and the blade that did not open the front was nothing special. Just at the moment when the raindrops were scattered by the high-speed moving sword body, he could vaguely see that there were many fine lines on the sword. Those fine lines were not some runes, but more like several gaps filled with mercury.

Duan Tiandao stared at Xu yourong's giant sword and saw that the ordinary giant sword changed stabbing to patting at the last moment, accurately and easily patting on the buffalo's chest.

Compared with its speed, the raindrops falling from the night were slow and heinous. Just when the sword body slapped on the buffalo chest, the force suddenly came out of the sword body and hit the chest deeply!

A dull noise like a heavy leather!

A sudden howl!

The fierce bison, who rushed to the front, didn't even touch the corner of Xu yourong's clothes, so it was directly made into a kite, flew through the air sadly, flew past his men and fell tens of meters away!

The members of the blood evil group who were rushing forward suddenly became silent. Their eyes subconsciously drew a very long arc in the air with the bison, and then their bodies were quickly occupied by fear, and their knife wielding hands became cold.

They once imagined that this action would blow a fishy wind and maybe fall a bloody rain, but they never imagined that the terrorist force contained in the swing of the giant sword was like a sledgehammer in the hand of the God.

No, the sword is not a hammer in the God's hand, but more like a steel whip in the immortal envoy's hand.

The members of the bloody group who rushed to Xu yourong's body were shocked by the thunder, but Xu yourong didn't stop walking forward in the rain.

She walked smartly with her sword. With each step, she lifted her green shirt slightly and waved a sword. When waving, the broad sword body hummed, bent and bounced as much as possible, roared and waved like a steel whip, wrapped in raindrops and cool wind, and a human shadow flew out of each sword!

The body and chest of the sword, someone flew sideways, knocked down the roadside railing, vomited blood and slipped. On the body and legs of the sword, someone turned his somersault and slipped through the sky, and the bone pat spewed blood and fell to the ground. The sword broke through the rain, hummed dully, the figure kept flying out, and the sound of howling and fear rang through the previously silent road.

Xu yourong, who was walking all the way, wielded his sword easily and casually. He could even be described as indifferent. It was like driving away mosquitoes at night in summer. His expression did not change at all. His face was expressionless as usual, but it made Duan Tiandao feel a little confused. He just killed him directly. Why did he have to kill so well?

Instead of stabbing the enemy with a simpler and more labor-saving sword, Xu yourong's move puzzled Duan Tiandao a moment ago. Now he realized that only in this way can Xu yourong always keep an open space around his body and avoid being surrounded by the other party.

However, such a bullying and even arrogant way of fighting obviously consumes physical strength and spirit. If Xu yourong doesn't want to use this way to frighten hundreds of fierce men on the spot, it is that she has the confidence to shoot all the enemies directly!

Duan Tiandao looked at Xu yourong's back, at the woman who was arrogant in the rain, at the man who howled and flew under her sword from time to time, and at those who could not afford to moan in the mud in the distance. He said, "it's so beautiful."

Seeing that the usually brave teammate was patted off by the woman with a gentle wave of her sleeve, seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer, the blood evil group, who had always been used to life and death, came and went in the fire, couldn't help shaking slightly, and couldn't suppress the idea of strongly retreating.

But thinking of the captain's order and the king of hell, they clenched their teeth and shouted the fiercest: "let's rush up and surround her! Use the gun! "

Those bloody members who summoned up Yu Yong and howled forward with a military knife dispersed at the fastest speed, desperately away from Xu yourong and Duan Tiandao, surrounded them, while the crowd in front dispersed, revealing two strong men, holding two rockets in their hands and pressing their fingers on the gun ring to start firing.

The huge sword in Xu yourong's hand made a "buzzing" sound, vibrated at a terrible speed, shook all the rain and blood on the sword into powder, and then disappeared with a "whew", turned into a gray shadow, tore the rain curtain, and flew to the two big men.

It looks like a pale gray shadow, but it is actually a swift sword. The trace of the sword is subtle, and the blade is facing. Those raindrops that disturb the spring dream seem to be pierced by particles, pierce the outermost skin of the raindrop, pierce its heart, pierce the outermost skin of the human body, pierce its flesh and bone, and then pierce it, The fingers holding the gun body were like lotus roots, and then the fracture began to spray blood.

I could only hear the sound of the "crackling" sword stabbing through the raindrops, and the sound of "shoving" cutting my fingers. In this way, it scattered with the raindrops, and then the heavy rockets fell to the ground, hitting the asphalt road full of rain, making a dull noise, and finally two miserable howls!

They reacted quickly and moved quickly. When they were injured, they retreated rapidly. However, at the moment of electro-optic flint, the lightly plastered sword shadow flashed over their necks. When they saw the blood surge, they felt the earth whirling. Then they drew a sad blood line and fell to the ground not far away. The picture looked very bloody.

The highway was silent under the light rain. Xu yourong stood in the rain, looking at the only bloody members around, watching his huge sword disappear and appear, causing bursts of miserable howls and expressionless.

At the same time, an alley out of the city center.

The rain falls on the ground sparsely and quickly gets dirty by the dust accumulated on weekdays, gradually converges into a stream, flows to the sewer along the street, and is quickly smelled by years of sludge. This is the favorite environment for rats.

A mouse with rotten fur pounced on a broken human finger with two dirty and black front paws, and ate and bit excitedly. It occasionally stopped to lick the blood and water stained on its hair. The human fighting in the high field of vision had nothing to do with it. It only hoped that the faint shadow could cut more fingers, and hoped that the rain could wash those fingers in front of itself. God bless it, The food of a family depends on you these days.

With a "pop", a lump of things roared and smashed in front of the mouse, splashing sewage and blood. The Lord thought he was too greedy, so he wanted to kill me?

The mouse quickly ran away in horror. When it was about to get into the rat hole in the sewer, some reluctantly looked back at the finger that was about to be gnawed into white bones, and then resolutely shook its tail and drilled in. If it looked carefully, it found that the thing splashed with rain and blood was a human head, it would regret its decision.

When the mouse got out of the rat hole, there was no way to regret. At the moment when it was trampled into meat mud by the hard military boot, I don't know whether its regret failed to tell the same kind of people how wonderful the meat tastes.

The man slowly retracted his feet in military boots, looked at the bloody mice at his feet, listened to the voice outside the lane, slowly returned to the queue, motioned to his teammates about the battle outside, then looked down at the gun in his hand and confirmed that the rain didn't make the gun spring.

Ten bloody elites in dark combat tights stood silently behind the alley with knives, guns and sticks in their hands. The killing sound outside the alley was shaking, but no one found their existence. These people were silent like a group of stone carvings. No matter wind and rain or fighting, they could not change their expression.

Outside the lane, a man swam in the crowd with a military knife. Every time he waved a knife and chopped, a bloody skeleton killer would fall and fall in a pool of blood.

His knife reflected cold light under the light, which was more penetrating than the dazzling sun. The body of the knife was as white as new, and blood stained on it. However, it was too smooth and fell powerlessly to the ground.

His behavior is so understated, his expression is so calm as usual, just like an ordinary person, no one can connect him with the scene at this time, and who can think that this handsome man is so terrible.

The man surrounded by the crowd did not have any adverse reactions. He was like a butcher in the village who was slaughtering pigs in a pig farm. His own body was spotless, and his snow-white clothes were still as clean as new.