Urban Iron-Blooded Soldier King

Dong Wenfeng took a breath, so fast!

He knew how deep his strength was. In those years, he passed through the customs and killed generals all the way in the rain of bullets, making China a place where mercenaries were frightened. It can be said that he was a real soldier king.

Because of his natural speed and strength, and the intensive training beyond ordinary people since childhood, few people can control him, not to mention ordinary bodyguards, even international S-class mercenaries. Even his teacher threatened that no two people in the world could control themselves.

But I didn't expect to meet one today, which is quite as fast as myself.

Feeling the thunder of the other party, Dong Wenfeng immediately punched. His fist collided violently with the other party. For a time, the surrounding air was pounding.

It was also at this moment that Dong Wenfeng's face changed again.

The other party's transportation mode is quite different from ordinary people.

He is not as talented as himself, but trained in a strange way the day after tomorrow!

This is equivalent to that the other party already has certain skills, just like opening a plug-in. In this way, it is obviously not so easy for Dong Wenfeng to deal with the other party in a short time.

Dong Wenfeng uses the physical limit and the other party uses the skill limit. The other party has the possibility to stimulate the potential twice. In addition, Dong Wenfeng was shot in the arm and abdomen, and the existence of the other party was obviously a threat.

Now where he is, Dong Wenfeng can't stay for a long time. Seeing the other party take two steps back, he quickly stabilized his body shape and exerted his strength on his legs, as if he was ready to make a second attack on himself. He couldn't think of anything else. He immediately turned around and ran away towards the hillside on his side, hiding his body shape.

On one side of the winding mountain highway is a continuous mountain peak. The trees inside are lush at the moment. Dong Wenfeng just went in, just like a fish into the sea.

After receiving the high price task, the expert who came to take Dong Wenfeng's head, named Duan Tongzhou, was very angry. Now when he saw that Dong Wenfeng fled, he immediately took two steps forward, but he didn't catch up, but sneered.

"It is said that Dong Wenfeng is the king of war. His speed and movements are first-class. I really thought he was a yellow level master. Unexpectedly, he was just an ordinary man with a little strong ability."

Knowing this, Duan TongZhou didn't have the mind to catch up, because such a person, in his own eyes, is just a lamb to be slaughtered. He can give the other party a fatal blow whenever he makes a move.

As Dong Wenfeng thought, Duan TongZhou is neither an ordinary person nor a gifted genius, but a practitioner.

Practitioners and ordinary people are not comparable at all. Even if Dong Wenfeng has more ability, he is far less capable than himself. As long as he dares to appear, he dares to kill people!

At the moment, Dong Wenfeng was walking on the top of the mountain. He walked around for about half an hour. After making sure that the other party would not follow up, he stopped a little and began to think about what had just happened.

Through the subtle control of the other party's muscles and strength just now, Dong Wenfeng can be sure that the other party is absolutely different from ordinary people.

Such existence, even if you go back now, may not be able to block its attack.

Thinking so, Dong Wenfeng suddenly heard a burst of singing in the mountains.

He listened carefully for a while and even heard the lyrics clearly.

"Touch, touch the beauty, your jade foot fiber; Second, it feels smooth like brocade, and the skin is smooth and soft like cotton; Third, touch the skirt edge, and the skirt edge is lost and hidden; Four touch Chu waist fiber, Chu waist once danced lightly; Five touch the gullies... "

In broad daylight, some people sing ten, eight and touch between lush artistic conception? Listening to this sound, Dong Wenfeng looked black, but suddenly found that the sound in the distant mountains seemed to be a little erratic, far and near. Just now it was clear that it was still echoing in the distant mountains, but in a twinkling of an eye, he had reached his own neighborhood.

Dong Wenfeng was alert. He stood up, took out his prepared Throwing Knife and stared straight in front of him. However, he saw a little old man walking erratically in front of him.

The old man looked 1.6 meters tall. He looked unusually short in front of Dong Wenfeng, who was 1.8 meters tall. He had a braid on his head, white beard and a crutch in his hand.

Dong Wenfeng lives and dies. He has seen thousands of people and faces on the battlefield, but he has never seen such a person. However, looking at each other's appearance, he also understands that he is not with He Jia and others. He is estimated to be an ordinary passer-by.

So he took back his machete and made way for the other party to pass first.

But I didn't expect that I didn't want to say more, but the other party took the initiative to speak.

"Boy, the injury is not light. It's good that you can keep your face like this."

This was like a thunderclap in Dong Wenfeng's mind.

Although he was injured, his blood had been stopped by himself. In addition, although his body was dirty, there was no blood. He had just worn the black leather clothes of his bodyguard. At the moment, he couldn't see where the wound was and how the injury was. Even from the surface, Dong Wenfeng was almost like an ordinary person.

But I didn't expect that the old man who looked very serious in front of me could see through it at a glance.

He was in doubt. Before he could say more, the other party opened his mouth again: "boy, I see your bones are amazing. You are a unique martial arts genius. You have to maintain world peace..."

Dong Wenfeng: "

He looked at each other and opened his mouth after a long silence: "old man, if you have nothing else to do, I'll go first."

When the old man heard this, his expression didn't have the exaggeration just now. He went to a stone and squatted down and looked flat with Dong Wenfeng: "Sir, I've been walking in the mountains for so many years and have never met anyone. Don't you think it's strange to meet you at this time?"

Dong Wenfeng: "maybe I'm unlucky today?"

The old man patted his thigh: "what good luck, this is clearly fate! A martial arts genius meets an expert who has no martial arts knowledge. Isn't this fate? It's wonderful! "

Dong Wenfeng: "do you want me to sing ten, eight, touch with you in the mountain?"

He didn't mean to make fun of him. He also felt that the old man might be an expert, but he still had a lot of things to face. At the moment, there was chaos outside. He was also worried about Ren Ke'er's safety. Naturally, it was impossible to really stay in the mountains with the old man to learn anything.

The old man didn't answer directly, but said, "I've never seen your physical strength, speed and physical potential. Although you're just an ordinary person, your ability can almost compete with the middle of the Yellow stage, which has long exceeded the standard of ordinary people who have experienced strict training. Just now someone can force you into the mountains. It can be seen that you have jumped out of the standard of ordinary people. Don't you wonder why the other party can burst out such strong power? "