Personal Security Of The Beautiful President

The guy in the lead came down like a tiger, holding an iron rod in his hand and wailing strangely. His body was already volleyed, and the huge iron plate slammed directly at Ding Zhe with his head and lid.

But Ding Zhe did not hesitate.

The moment the opponent jumped up and hit him.

He already flew into the air, and his body passed directly through the opponent's attack, hitting the opponent's chest with a kick!

boom!

Click!

The opponent's sternum is brittle.

The body was like a huge face pocket, turning dozens of times in the air, crushing all the little brothers of the ancient snake gang behind him.

But here, Ding Zhe jumped to the ground gently, with his toes lightly on the ground.

Has fallen into the side of the ancient snake gang.

I saw Ding Zhe punch or elbow.

Wherever he went, there was no one in the ancient snake gang.

When Ding Zhe reached the end of the corridor.

Dozens of ancient snake gangs have already lie down on the ground, each of which has broken arms or broken thighs.

And it was not until this time that Ding Zhe reached the three hundred and eight gates.

Flew a kick and kicked directly on the door.

boom!

There was a loud noise.

The huge metal iron door of the box was torn apart by Ding Zhe.

Immediately Ding Zhe jumped in and saw Zhao Xiaolan's face flushed.

The clothes were a little ragged, and the neckline was half white.

There are several fingerprints on the face.

Apparently he was slapped in the face.

He was lying there at the moment with tears on his face.

On one side stood a man with shawl hair, a scar on his face, and evil men in his eyes.

At this moment, the man has taken off his T-shirt, revealing a body full of chest hair.

When Ding Zhe walked in, this guy was untying his belt.

This guy is Li Weihua, the deputy leader of the Ancient Snake Gang.

Get close to the door.

so close.

Ding Zhe snorted in his heart.

Right now, he rushed in to help Zhao Xiaolan.

I didn't know that Li Weihua rushed over and stopped Ding Zhe: "Yours, dare to take care of your Li's affairs?"

Ding Zhe didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he just swept the house.

Li Weihua, who was out of reach, fell directly to the ground with a grunting sound like a felled tree.

However, Li Sihua was not given for nothing.

While falling to the ground, a carp struck forward and stood up directly.

The body is like an ape, jumping to the corner of the box.

Li Weihua quickly took a demon knife from the wall.

The demon sword was three feet long, one and a half inches wide, and had a shark-skin scabbard.

After being pulled out, the cold light is shining, and it is made of stainless steel at first glance.

Li Yihua holds a knife in both hands, and his eyes are full of evil and bloodthirsty murderous intent: "Boy, you are quite bullish. You dare to take care of the things that the ancient snake helped Li Yihua. Today I let you die here."

And here, Ding Zhe has helped Zhao Xiaolan up.

Because I drank wine with special aphrodisiac drugs.

Zhao Xiaolan's consciousness was almost blurred.

But she still resisted hard, not allowing herself to be consumed by lust.

Seeing Ding Zhe approaching, she stretched out her snow-white arm and said weakly: "Don't, don't touch me, I'll be a ghost and I won't let you go."

"It's me, Xiao Lan." Ding Zhe said softly.

"Ding Zhe?" Zhao Xiaolan recognized Ding Zhe, then his eyes lit up, and a dependent expression appeared on his face: "Am I dreaming?"

"Haha, it's me." Ding Zhe smiled slightly.

Following that, Zhao Xiaolan's eyes suddenly screamed.

"Ah, Ding Zhe, be careful!"

But it turned out that at this time, Li Sihua had already waved the demon knife and jumped over. The demon knife drew a contiguous light in the space and directly swept Ding Zhe's head.

To be honest, Ding Zhe didn't pay attention to Li Weihua at all.

Had it not been for covering Zhao Xiaolan, he would have kicked Li Weihua a long time ago.

At this moment, there was Zhao Xiaolan next to him, Ding Zhe's kung fu, he couldn't use it, there was no way, he had to hug Zhao Xiaolan directly, and one rolled on the spot.

The two rolled aside.

brush!

The two have just taken off.

Li Weihua's demon knife had already cut the chaise couch where Zhao Xiaolan had just lived in two pieces.

Immediately, Li Yihua jumped up again, holding the demon sword in both hands, and striving to smash Huashan, chasing after Ding Zhe with an unrequited momentum.

I have to say that Li Weihua is a good swordsman.

The demon knife was in his hand, waving firmly and ruthlessly, and the knife was deadly.

In order to cover Zhao Xiaolan, Ding Zhe had to hold her and roll around in the box.

Fortunately, this box is full of sofas.

Ding Zhe hugged Zhao Xiaolan and hid behind a huge sofa.

The sofa is made of mahogany.

Although Li Weihua's demon knife chopped off a corner, it did not cut the mahogany sofa.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ding Zhe stretched his hand over the mahogany sofa and directly buckled Zhao Xiaolan there.

And he himself wants to get up.

"Ding Zhe, leave me alone." Zhao Xiaolan suddenly hugged Ding Zhe and looked into his eyes: "You can't beat Li Weihua. He is the famous demon sword Li Weihua on the underworld in Ninghai. I did it both times. Hurt in his hand."

"Haha." Ding Zhe smiled slightly and gently pushed Zhao Xiaolan away, then stood up and looked at Li Weihua.

The latter was already holding the demon sword horizontally, holding a sword flower, looking at Ding Zhe in a strange way: "There are two things, but you still shouldn't learn from other heroes to save the United States."

After speaking, Li Yanhua violently again, the demon sword pulled out the incomparable demon sword flower.

That knife is dazzling.

The cold air approached Ding Zhe's face.

It's just a pity that Ding Zhe is willing to let Li Weihua off.

At the same time that Li Sihua jumped to Ding Zhe's side.

Ding Zhe has reached out like lightning and intruded into the sky full of swords and flowers.

Ding lightly.

The knife disappeared.

The demon sword was like a monster that had been restrained by a fixed body, the blade trembled and hummed.

But Ding Zhe's two fingers accurately grasped the back of the demon knife in Li Weihua's hand.

"What?" Li Weihua was taken aback.

He never dreamed that Ding Zhe caught his sword at such a fast speed.

And it's empty-handed with two fingers?

How can it be?

Li Weihua couldn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, something even more incredible happened in the next moment.

That is, Ding Zhe gently turned his arm while holding the demon knife with two fingers.

Cack!

The demon knife was stopped by Ding Zhe and smashed.

And Ding Zhe's two fingers sandwiched the remaining Demon Sword blade and swept across.

Whoosh!

Click!

There was a crisp sound.

Ding Zhe directly cut off Li Yihua's hand.

The blood burst out.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He took a step back, discarded the half of the demon sword in his hand, and was about to flee.

"Don't, don't let him run away, kid, kid..."

Zhao Xiaolan under the sofa let out a weak cry.

Ding Zhe's heart moved and turned around to see that Li Weihua had escaped to the door of the box.

Immediately Ding Zhe turned around abruptly and threw out half of the demon knife.

The demon sword flew out of the sky like a bullet.

puff!

Passed through Li Weihua's other shoulder, and with a snatch, nailed him to the wall.

"puff!"

Li Weihua spit out blood, then stretched out his hand to acupuncture his arm, and stared at Ding Zhe indifferently: "The skill is good, but you shouldn't be against our ancient snake gang."

Ding Zhe didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he walked over and opened the mahogany sofa, helping Zhao Xiaolan up from below.

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