Chapter 422

At dawn, Yaocheng hotel was forgotten like an abandoned baby. No, to be exact, the kiln City, which used to be noisy, has become a dead city and has been forgotten by the world.

After the news of the closure of the kiln city came out, I don't know where the soldiers came out. All the intersections leading to the kiln City were sealed.

The heavenly eye system of the Chinese nation is running at a high speed. Those who want to sneak into the kiln City to steal something for the new year are politely escorted away by heavily armed soldiers.

On the wall of the ancient city of Yaocheng, the Baron looked unchanged, carried his hands and looked proudly into the distance.

Long Zuoshi, long chou'er and Han Laogui are still standing in Pinzi shape. Everyone's eyes are either closed, slightly open or staring. It seems that they are waiting for the baron to make a move, and it seems that they have made a move, but they have not taken advantage of it.

At dawn, no one came out of Yaocheng hotel. This is not good news for the baron. I spent so much energy and hired so many top killers. Can't they even solve more than ten young people in China?

The Chinese army is outside the city. The Baron doesn't care when they came. Although the kiln City was surrounded like an iron bucket, the Baron was still confident to leave intact.

The Baron's eyes turned to the Qian group building outside the ancient city, where there are a group of elite. After tonight, they should be able to come in handy.

Time passed quickly. When the darkness enveloped the earth again, the Baron stretched out his waist and jumped at the Dragon envoy like a pengbird.

The Dragon left envoy did not move, and the Dragon ugly moved.

The Baron shook his fist. Long chou'er came first, the air was dull and depressed, and then burst in an instant,

"Boom -" the two fists collided with each other. The contemptuous smile on the Baron's face dissipated in an instant, and the proud forehead wrinkled slightly. Long chou'er's fist strength had a huge strength.

"Is this true Qi?" The Baron quickly retreated and returned to his original standing position. He couldn't figure it out. He looked at long chou'er curiously, "how can such a beautiful woman have so much strength? The bodies of Chinese Xiuzhen people are really treasures. If I beat you, I must study you under a microscope. "

One punch blew the Baron back to his original position, and long chou'er landed on his feet, ignoring the Baron's noise. Apricot eyes stared round and quickly chased after the Baron's retreat just now.

This time, long chou'er waved his fists like a tiger out of a deep mountain, sending out a palpitating roaring fist wind, and his fist Gang roared like the Yangtze River. His fist shadow stacked one layer after another, which didn't give the Baron a chance to breathe at all.

"Pop pop --"

"Boom, boom -"

The Baron did not give in and attacked.

Fist to fist, foot to foot, one step by step, one step back, the two were inseparable.

Long chou'er's fierce attack dominated the scene. However, the Baron responded calmly. Every time he smashed his fist, the ancient city wall seemed to tremble.

Long chou'er's body is flexible. Every time he makes a move, he is extremely fierce.

The Baron is very clever. Instead of hitting hard, he took the attack mode of virtual and real. If you are true, I will be false. If you are false, I will be true. In this way, he won't be beaten out of his guard as just now.

"Bang bang -"

Every time the Baron's feet landed, it was like an armored car rolling in. All the objects they trampled on were crushed into powder.

"Pengpeng -" their fists collided again, and the Baron's body soared again.

People are in the air, but they can change their moves in time. Stretch your feet back and bounce back when you are about to hit the ancient city wall.

"Whoosh -" the Baron's body crashed into the Dragon clown like a shell.

This sudden attack and use of force, if replaced by ordinary people, will be hit and fly. However, the Baron faced the Dragon ugly. At the critical moment, long chou'er bounced up from where she was. Her people rose to mid air and her body rotated 180 degrees.

"Pop pop --"

The count got a few heavy feet on his face and flew out again. Return to where he stood before.

This is devastation.

Devastation with great differences in strength.

no This is imprisonment! The iron wall cage surrounded by the three did not allow the baron to step out of their circle.

The Baron was a little unwilling. He was furious and rushed to old Han.

As like as two peas, the lazy old man yawned and the body rolled up like a small shrimp, and the body was empty.

The air burst one after another. The Baron roared and wanted to rush out, and then went to Yaocheng hotel to have a look. However, no matter who he rushed to, he was finally beaten back to his original standing position.

The Baron found himself fooled. Since last night, he has been fooled by the Chinese people, because the three of them are very strong, but they pretend that they can only deal with themselves together.

The Baron was unwilling. He fixed his eyes on the long Zuo envoy and rushed over again

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Night has just come. The killing in Yaocheng Hotel began again. During the day, regardless of the enemy and me, they all maintained relative calm and restraint, were busy recovering their physical strength, waiting for the arrest and resistance at night.

Compared with last night, the corridor of Yaocheng Hotel smelled of blood and corpses. This strange smell always reminds every living person not to be careless.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three bullets flew in the shape of Pinyin, blocking Han Fei's body from the top, left and right.

Han Fei's body turned into shadows, easily avoided, and quickly left the corridor window. A little careless. Close to the window, he was almost killed by sniper. Rao is Han Fei, who is also terrified.

"Wow!" The wooden door in the corridor broke when Han Fei reached out to touch the door handle. A sharp white iron weapon like a javelin stabbed him and hit Han Fei's chest.

The moment the wooden door broke, the white powder floated away. In this moment of life and death, the other party even threw poison fog.

Han Fei completely ignored the poison fog. Han Fei admired the enemy hidden on the other side of the wooden door.

Sniper! Bayonet! Poison fog! It's rare that the layout of the serial three kills can match so accurately. Fortunately, bailiyan stayed in the room downstairs. Otherwise, it would be more troublesome to deal with the current crisis.

"EH -"

Across the half wooden door, there was also a cry of surprise. The voice is old. Because he didn't feel the pleasure of the iron gun stabbing the hard object, nor did he hear the enemy smell the sound of the poisonous fog falling down. I haven't seen the enemy who can avoid his double kill for a long time.

Han Fei's ability to predict danger makes his body like a ghost. His body seemed to have the ability to predict. Before the bullet flew over, he had made a good escape.

If a bystander sees it. You will find that each bullet passes through the part where his body stayed the previous second, just like rehearsed in advance.

Professionals will understand that this is the predictability of danger. Only real experts can have such predictability. After thousands of training, any part of their body is very sensitive to danger.

The wooden door fell down, and the white beard old man with a short gun appeared in front of Han Fei. He thought about who had escaped his assassination. At the moment, the old man with white beard looked very angry. He looked at Han Fei bitterly, as if he was complaining that Han Fei should not avoid his sneak attack, but should hit his chest on the shining gun tip.

The speed of attack and defense is too fast. Both the old man and Han Fei are so sensitive and erratic.

The act of killing is very simple, without fancy and miscellaneous, and without flirting, direct and straightforward.

They just looked at each other and fought in the narrow corridor.

The old man's speed is strange, and Han Fei's movements are flexible. You come and I go on both sides. You can't fight each other. Poor corridor handrails and walls broke and collapsed because they hindered their movements. There was smoke everywhere, but there was no sound of killing.

Han Fei looked dignified, because the strength of the old man in front of him could not be underestimated. It would take some time to kill him.

The old man exudes a momentum. Grab a gap. Lean back and kick out.

"Peng!" Han Fei's body flew backwards. Lao Ze's speed did not decrease. He quickly adjusted his body state, then jumped up with one foot and stabbed Han Fei in the air with a short gun.

Han Fei's stomach was hit again, with some pain in his face. Han Fei closed his eyes. Now, his body seemed to have no strength and fell quickly.

Unfortunately, the gun didn't hit Han Fei just now. I don't know whether Han Fei deliberately or unintentionally avoided the old man.

"It's over." The old man made a strange cry. The short gun slightly adjusted its direction and plunged into Han Fei's head.

The short gun pierced the protection in front of Han Fei, and a vigorous wind blew in the corridor. The shotgun revolved and danced in the air, and the bloodthirsty and deadly howled.

The old man smiled because no one could escape alive under his shot. He has sealed all the directions that Han Fei can dodge, and his head can only be stabbed by himself.

However, the old man soon stared round in surprise. Because Han Fei opened his eyes and grabbed the sharp tip of the gun with his left hand.

"Dang Dang!" When the old man was waiting to see the spear stab Han Fei's palm, a strange scene happened. Bai Liang's gun tip hit Han Fei's palm and made a sound of gold and iron impact.

How did this happen? The old man looked a little stunned.

However, with such a stupefied Kung Fu, the old man has no chance to regret.

Han Fei held the gun tip in his left hand and hit the wall. With the help of the rebound force, he roared and pushed the short gun back.

The palm followed the fire and became flesh and blood in an instant. The old man wanted to resist, but in the face of that force, he flew back like a paper man. His body was smashed and flew out and landed in the pile of wood behind him. Click, click, the wood is constantly broken, which shows how strong the impact of his falling is.

"Pooh!" The moment the old man landed, the short gun pierced the old man's heart. Han Fei held the short gun in his left hand and twisted it. He looked at the old man's incredibly round eyes, his head tilted and ended his life!

"Wonderful!" In the direction of the stairs, a middle-aged man clapped his hands. At the moment, his eyes stared at Han Fei's Xuanwu hand, holding a high staff in his right hand!