"I thought you had a lot of backbone. It turned out that you were preparing for this move to escape with all the effort. Want to be a betrayal dog, hum! Do you think you can escape?" Xiying sneered and chased out of the nightclub.

The sound of motor starting outside the street sounded...

On the road in the dark, two motorcycles were rushing forward and backward in the whistling wind. The distance between the two beams of lights was about one mile away. Xiying, with her superb technology and physical fitness, was getting closer and closer.

Long Gang Jumaru endured the pain in his chest and looked back, with a disdainful smile on his face.

The two chased and fled, heading towards the suburbs. Xiying was puzzled. Long Gang Jumaru's injuries should be serious. He was actually racing with himself in an open place. Was he going to his nest?

After a while, he told Xiying the answer. His guess was correct and also allowed him to see the cruelty and cruel nature of Long Gang Kikumaru.

Long Gang Kikumaru had just caught a hide-and-seek with Xiying on the street, but unfortunately he could not get rid of Xiying's shadow, and then he directly took him to his hidden nest, where a group of subordinates who had just completed the mission and a group of newly arrived secret elites.

Xiying had just parked her car in this wilderness where birds could not shit, and she quickly caught up with two cars. The people in the car were the elite guards who followed Xiying from Japan to the four countries.

Before the two people who met had time to speak, a large number of elite Dongda teams with a shadow of less than fifty people ran out of a dilapidated house that was about to be demolished, and rushed towards Xiying and Blood Sect with samurai swords.

A bloody massacre is inevitable!!

Xiying, holding a dagger, and the Blood Sect members holding a blue knife, met the group of people. As the collision occurred, a burst of blood splashed.

Xiying narrowed her eyes without any emotion and flashed into the crowd. The dagger with a cold light frequently flew across the air, forming a series of shining arcs. The cold light appeared, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and the humbleness of life bloomed in the wilderness.

The blood sect members showed blood-devouring smiles, and their teeth were flashing with white light, like the fangs of wild beasts. Although they were not as elegant and elegant as the West Eagle, they tried not to spend more effort. This is the truth that many years of blood and fire in the underworld told them.

Do your best to kill with one blow, and do not give the enemy a chance to survive. As the saying goes: Be kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.

The elites of this group of Dongtian Group are very tough-minded. One falls and one rushes up, without fear of death.

Xiying stepped forward, passed the Dongtian group gang members who blocked his way, and jumped onto the roof. Just as Xiying squatted to search for the trace of Long Gang Juwan.

A sword energy was already facing the West Eagle and rushed towards him.

Xiying felt the oppressiveness of the sword energy, and hurriedly dodged and hid. With a loud bang, a huge pit had appeared where Xiying was just now.

A drop of sweat fell from Xiying's forehead. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the person who attacked him. A man covered in black veil was wearing a traditional Japanese samurai uniform and was standing not far away. Because it was dark and the other party was covered in black veil, Xiying did not see the other party clearly. However, the samurai sword in the other party's hand that was flashing with cold light was revealing a faint murderous intent, and that murderous intent had locked on Xiying.

"This is a master!"

This is Xiying's first impression of this man covered in black.

Xiying held her breath and lie on the bottom of the house, staring at the masked man motionlessly. The locking of the opponent's aura made Xiying dare not move easily, because Xiying understood that if she was not 100% sure, she would inevitably be subjected to the next thunder sword from the masked man.

"Are you a member of the Dongtian Group?" Xiying looked at the masked man.

The masked man didn't say anything, but his eyes were looking at the West Eagle.

Seeing that the other party did not answer his words, Xiying pressed his head down and kicked the ground with his legs. He suddenly shot out like a shell. The dagger between Xiying's hands had been replaced with a weapon that made him famous. Sand Eagle. The angry bullet shot out of the gun chamber the next moment.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Five consecutive shots, and the guns were shot towards the vital points of the masked man.

The masked man left the ground with his feet and kept jumping to avoid Xiying's bullets. When the fifth bullet was shot out of the gun chamber, this time, the masked man did not hide and stood there. When the fifth bullet was about to hit the masked man with an angry fire, the masked man raised his sword and fell. The samurai sword in his hand flashed like a knife cut by the broken water. The bullet was cut through it by the masked man.

Xiying locked her handsome eyes tightly and looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

"Who are you?" Xiying looked at the masked man. Under the thin layer of black veil on his face, something seemed to be faintly revealed, but Xiying just couldn't capture it. If so, the identity of this masked man would be a little mysterious.

Xiying reloaded the bullets. At this time, the masked man moved without moving, as if he was deliberately loading the bullets for Xiying.

However, when Xiying pointed the gun at him again, the masked man finally spoke.

"Where is he?" The masked man's sudden words made Xiying a little confused. Xiying subconsciously said, "Who?"

The masked man turned around slowly, and the warrior's uniform fluttered gently under the wind, making the masked man look as if he is free and elegant.

"The Lord of the Blood Sect, Xiang Yufeng!"

As soon as the masked man said this, Xiying's eyes also contracted. Xiying subconsciously wanted to shoot, and shot the man who called Xiang Yufeng, the name of the man on the spot, but Xiying knew that these calls were impossible.

"You are not from Dongtian Group, who are you?" Xiying was sure that the other party was definitely not from Dongtian Group. Although there were many people who knew about it, most of them were either dead, or had become subordinates of the Blood Sect, or they didn't know where to hide.

During this period in Japan, Xiying was sure that the Toda Group did not contact the forces in China who understood the foundation of the Blood Sect. In other words, to a certain extent, it was impossible for the people of the Toda Group to know the true identity of the Lord of the Blood Sect, let alone calling out the other party's name in one mouthful?
Chapter completed!