Great Dao Ji

An Qisheng leaned back, and the spear in his right hand clung to Ito Makoto's arm. He pulled the trigger crazily with his left hand, and a hail of bullets poured out.

His shooting skills can only be said to be average, but the distance between the two is only two or three meters. At this distance, as long as he is not a severe Parkinson's patient, it is impossible to miss!

"ah!"

Ito Makoto yelled, the distance was too close, even he couldn't hide away!

Flowers of blood immediately bloomed on his body.

But he held his long knife in front of his eyes, blocking the two most deadly shots.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, he shouted and was about to kill this enemy without samurai spirit with a single blow.

call!

The moment the bullet was fired, An Qisheng drew his gun and retreated, dodging the sword light that reached his body.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Ito Makoto's eyes were bloodshot, and he shot forward with a long sword swinging to cut through the airflow.

retreat!

retreat!

retreat!

An Qisheng exerted force on his feet, turned around and left, secretly surprised in his heart.

With a distance of two or three meters, the nine bullets in the gun were naturally not wasted. Except for the two bullets that were blocked by the long knife, the other seven bullets all hit the swordsman.

But even though he was covered in blood and shot in the chest and abdomen, his movements of stepping and wielding the knife did not change much!

Instead, the sword light became more and more violent, filled with more ferocious murderous intent.

At this moment, Wang Zhixuan dropped the gunman's body and stepped out.

call!

It moves like lightning, like a shooting star chasing the moon!

In just three steps, Wang Zhixuan crossed dozens of meters and passed An Qisheng. With a flick of her body, she squeezed into the light of the sword wielded by Ito Makoto.

"Wang Zhixuan!"

An Qisheng's heart was shaken when he heard the Fuso swordsman roar, followed by the sound of muscles and bones exploding like a barrage of cannons.

When he stopped and looked around, he saw Wang Zhixuan standing with a sword in his hand. The powerful Fusang swordsman had been thrown into the air like straw, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

Bang!

He hit the force hard and it lasted three or four seconds before he slid down softly.

"Hoho~"

Ito Makoto's body twitched twice, and without saying a word, he became silent.

Just one collision can make the difference between life and death.

"It's far worse than Zhao Huangtian, even worse than a single village."

Wang Zhixuan said lightly and threw away the sword.

An Qisheng looked carefully and saw that in addition to the two dents made by the gun, there were two faint finger prints on the sword.

A master of energy transformation, her sword was actually taken away by her!

"Well done, but my marksmanship is terrible."

Wang Zhixuan glanced at An Qisheng, said nothing, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Gunfire continued in the distance, and the battle was not over yet.

"Difference"

An Qisheng gave a wry smile and turned towards the place where the gunfire came from.

After taking two steps, he turned back, took out another pistol and put it away, and picked up the tachi that Wang Zhixuan had thrown away.

The material of this knife is excellent. Although it is thin, it is not easy to break. It is considered a treasure.

Even though he doesn't use a knife, if he hangs it in the forum, he might be able to sell it for a good price.

After doing all this, he held a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, and walked towards the place where the gunfire came from.

The manor was filled with the smell of blood, and there were corpses everywhere.

An Qisheng's pace was not slow, and soon he had arrived at the place closest to him in the manor where the gunshots were heard.

However, the battle here is almost over.

When he came, the last thing he saw was a Fuso swordsman kneeling on the ground. In front of him was a woman dressed in elegant clothes.

In the battlefield filled with smoke and corpses, there was such a woman who couldn't help but attract An Qisheng's attention.

"Is this the help Wang Zhixuan hired?"

An Qisheng stopped.

The woman was dressed in white and had an excellent figure and appearance. However, there are too many beauties these days, and there are many photos on the Internet that are prettier than her.

What makes people unconsciously attract their attention is her temperament.

She stood quietly, even though there were pools of blood all around, she still gave people a sense of tranquility and tranquility.

Like a pool of autumn water, reflecting the bright moon, in the empty valley, there is a quiet bamboo forest.

"This is the second young lady of the Gong family, Gong Qingzhu! She is also the number two figure in the Gong family now. She controls the Gong family's real estate, finance, and ocean trade, and her position in the Gong family is very important."

Luo Neng came out of nowhere and looked at the woman not far away with bright eyes:

"Dr. Wang can invite all these people to come out, it's really amazing."

An Qisheng glanced at Luo Neng.

He was clean and tidy, with no trace of gunpowder or blood on his body. It looked as if he was participating in a family-killing battle, but rather on an outing.

"It's a coincidence that the place I chose to infiltrate is exactly where the Gong family took action. I have only fired three shots so far."

Luo Neng chatted casually with An Qisheng, his eyes never leaving Gong Qingzhu.

"This second lady from the palace is also a master of energy transformation. I wonder how she compares to Wang Zhixuan?"

An Qisheng was also looking at Gong Qingzhu, but his focus was completely different.

When it comes to martial arts, men are inherently more advantageous than women. Most of the great masters throughout the ages have been men.

But now, it's different.

With the development of science and technology and the progress of civilization, it is not just the status of women that has changed, there are also more and more female masters.

"Miss, we have something to do here. Let's go back."

A figure walked out of the night, came to the woman without looking away, bowed slightly, and handed over a silk scarf.

But it was the old man named Gong Sanyang who went to pick up Wang Zhixuan during the day.

"Are you done with everything from beginning to end? Xuanxuan finally begged me once to do something beautiful."

Gong Qingzhu took the silk scarf and wiped her hands, speaking softly.

"Don't worry, miss, there are no chickens or dogs left, it's all clean."

Gong Sanyang smiled slightly:

"If I hadn't met a master on the road, I would have solved it long ago."

"My third uncle said he is a master, so he must be a master."

Gong Qingzhu pointed to the corpse in front of him:

"This man uses Aikido skills. We need to check his background. If he has any teachers, we should get rid of them all."

Gong Sanyang nodded.

At this time, Wang Zhixuan came to the court with Jiang Shili on his arm.

Jiang Shili's face was a little pale, and his shoulders and clothes were all red, as if he had been shot.

"Sister Jiang, are you injured?"

Gong Qingzhu frowned slightly.

"Hit twice."

Jiang Shili let go of Wang Zhixuan and bowed to Gong Sanyang:

"Thank you, Third Uncle, for taking the initiative."

"It's just a small matter, Miss Jiang is too polite."

Gong Sanyang waved his hand slightly, the lights turned on in the night, and several cars drove directly to the manor:

"Miss, you, Miss Wang, and Miss Jiang should go back first. I will take care of the rest."

"Third uncle, please help me."

Gong Qingzhu nodded and got into the car with Wang Zhixuan.

"Let's go too."

Luo Neng glanced at An Qisheng.

An Qisheng nodded and got into a car with Luo Neng.

In the car, Luo Neng learned his lesson and said nothing.

An Qisheng was a little sleepy, half-closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Although the previous fight with the Fuso swordsman was short, it consumed a lot of physical strength and energy.

After the battle between life and death, I felt a little empty.

It seems that I miss the feeling of being on the thin line between life and death.

"Illusion, illusion, how could I like to fight and kill?"