Super King of Soldiers in the City

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"Wen Dong, the big thing is not good, some people have come in." Wen's main house, Wen Baisheng just lay down and received a report from his subordinates.

He was staggering, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out, "What are you saying? Someone came in? Who?"

"The man who was in conflict with Wen Ershao a few days ago, he is too powerful, and now he has been killed in the backyard, our people can't stop it."

The subordinate said in horror.

While he was talking, he couldn't help but think of Abiao's terrible killing scene, and he was terrified.

A Biao is simply terrible, and a meat grinder is unstoppable.

The literati's elite skill is not bad, but in front of the powerful A Biao, it is just like the paper, and he is blown away with a punch.

It is simply that God blocks the killing god, and the Buddha blocks the slaughter.

"What? Didn't he leave Licheng? He dare to show up?" Wen Baisheng set off a storm in his heart.

After Wang Fan followed Ou Yanteng into the Ouyan family, he fled back in disgrace.

Later, when he heard that the Ouyan family had been destroyed, he couldn't sleep.

If it weren't for Ouyan Changhong who arrived in Licheng in time and gave him a peace of mind, he might have run away scared.

A week of ease and calm, he thought Wang Fan was alive and dead, and A Biao had already fled in disgrace. But I never imagined that Abiao even came to the door in this stormy night.

"Give me every possible way to block him, and I will call Elder Changhong!" Wen Baisheng made a decisive decision and quickly ordered.

At this time, fear is completely meaningless. He must inform Ouyan Changhong and find a way to block A Biao.

As long as Ou Yan Changhong arrives, his literati will be saved, and his life will be saved.

"Yes, yes." The men agreed in fright, and quickly retreated.

Wen Baisheng was wearing his clothes quickly, while squeezing out his mobile phone, and dialed the Ouyan Changhong phone.

Ouyan Changhong and Ye Qiuji had arrived in Licheng three days ago. They did not live in the Wen Family, but in a five-star hotel.

Of course, all expenses are still reimbursed by the writers.

Not only that, in order to please the two, Wen Baisheng also invited two small and well-known tender models to wait for him.

These days, Ou Yan Changhong has been holding his breath.

One hundred thousand mountains, he didn't find Wang Fan's body. These days, he didn't get any news from Wang Fan.

He felt depressed.

Although the outside world is rumored that Wang Fan has been seriously injured and killed in the 100,000 mountains, but no one can see the dead or the dead, he is really uneasy.

Ou Yan Changhong was holding his anger, and was holding her tender model to vent, and suddenly, she received a call from Wen Baisheng. The harsh ringing of the phone rang, and he was scared directly, almost stumped.

"What's the matter?" Ou Yan Changhong glanced at the caller ID and asked with a somewhat uncomfortable tone. No matter who it is, being disturbed in this situation will be uncomfortable.

"Elder Changhong, help, Wang Fan's companion killed my writer." Wen Baisheng's horrified voice came from the phone.

"Wang Fan's companion?" Ou Yan Changhong's old face was sullen, his eyes suddenly burst into a violent murder, "Let your people hold on, I will arrive immediately."

After he finished speaking, he directly pushed away the tender mold, put on his clothes and left the room.

Of course, when leaving, he also called Ye Qiuji in the next room.

Soon after, the two left the hotel and drove crazy towards the writers.

"Wang Fan, I can't kill you in Ouyan Changhong, just kill your companions! I want to see if you live, will you show up!" Ouyan Changhong made a malicious voice in his mouth.

Man.

At this time, there was already blood flowing into the river. In the manor, a large group of literary scholars fell down, howling and screaming.

The thunder sounded, the lightning thundered, and the heavy rain poured down, but still couldn't disperse the blood.

In the air, a strong **** smell drifted away, giving an unspeakable depression.

A Biao stood under the rain like an iron tower, and let the rain slap, unmoved.

He looked coldly at Wen Baisheng, who was surrounded by elites, without concealing his murderous intentions.

Wang Fan followed Wen Baisheng and left Licheng. Now that Wen Baisheng is back, Wang Fan still has no news. A Biao has already calculated this account on Wen Baisheng.

Wen Baisheng and the more than twenty bodyguards looked at Abiao who was approaching step by step with horror. His eyes were also full of shock and fear.

Nearly three hundred elites, the elites cultivated by the literati in countless years, have fallen apart in less than an hour, leaving only twenty or so people dead.

For the literati, this is simply the price of blood.

They looked at the elites of the literati on the ground, looked at the blood on the ground, and only felt their legs are soft.

Without experiencing this scene, it is impossible to experience their feelings.

That is, despair!

"You, you don't want to come over! I tell you, Elder Ouyan Changhong is on the way, you better go back quickly. Otherwise, once Elder Ouyan Changhong comes over, you will definitely die without a burial place!

Wen Baisheng looked at Wang Fan who was approaching step by step, while retreating under the protection of more than twenty elite clusters, he shouted at the bottom.

Faced with more than 20 people, A Biao even forced the other person to retreat in fear. The scene was extremely funny.

Wen Baisheng didn't want to lift Ouyan Changhong. After all, as long as he held Abiao and waited for Ouyan Changhong to come over, Abiao was dead.

But where did he think that his elite had died of a blockbuster, and Ouyan Changhong hadn't come yet?

In order to save his life, he had no choice but to lift Ouyan Changhong and try to frighten A Biao.

"Ouyan Changhong?" A Biao's eyelids jumped, and the killing was even worse. "Don't say it is Ouyan Changhong. Even Zhu Lan, who is angry, can't save you!"

He said, stepping on the footsteps, making a roar, and rushed directly towards Wen Baisheng.

Although A Biao wants to kill Ouyan Changhong, he knows that with his innate initial strength, he cannot be an Ouyan Changhong opponent.

He was going to kill Guangwen Baisheng and these people before Ou Yan Changhong arrived. Otherwise, once Ouyan Changhong comes, he will have no chance.

"You!" Wen Baisheng's complexion changed!

"Stop him! Stop him! Shoot! Shoot !!!!" His pupils squeezed abruptly, yelling backwards suddenly while yelling wildly.

The 20 elite people hesitated to hear Wen Baisheng's order, then hesitated first, followed by seven or eight people in an instant, and the rest took out the firearms the first time.

Boom!

This is the sound of A Biao's fists and feet knocking on those seven or eight elites.

Ahhhhh!

After a series of screams, seven or eight people flew out like a broken kite, and the blood was mixed in the rain and fell to the ground, dazzling like blooming roses.

Their bodies hit the wall fiercely, and then fell to the ground again, thrashing a few times, losing their lives, more and more fierce.

These seven or eight elite men did not fear death. They bought time for the rest of the elite. They raised their guns at the first time, and regardless of whether they aimed at Abiao, they directly pulled the trigger viciously.

Bump!

The piercing gunshots were resounding, only listening to Abiao roaring, and suddenly grabbed a corpse in front of the rail, and then rubbed his feet, killing it frantically.

The blood flower bloomed and the body was quickly screened.

Looking at this scene, Wen Baisheng felt despair.

Is it really unstoppable?

Is it true that Ouyan Changhong is not here?

Could it be that he has a life of death?

Oh

At the moment of Wen Baisheng's despair, a harsh engine sound came, followed by a crunch, a car stopped in front of the manor.

Alas.

The car door was kicked open, and Ouyan Changhong and Ye Qiuji jumped sullenly.

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