Facing the dark gun, Qi Xiang felt a little nervous and her scalp was slightly numb.

No wonder the world of practice often says that the Dharma-Ending Age is the greatest sorrow of monks in the world. They have worked hard for decades, but they are pointed at by a row of gunfire and feel powerless.

Under the guns and cannons, whether it is Xuan Xiu or Martial Arts, the remaining energy that can be exerted is very slight.

Even, there is only one dead end.

Of course, whether life or death depends on your personal strength. If it is one-on-one, with Jun Bush or Mu Qingshan's strength, you will definitely take him out of nothing before the gunman shoots.

But even if the two of them join forces together, they are at an absolute disadvantage. If not, the main hall could cover them, they might have been hit into a sieve by bullets.

However, even though he was not dead, he suffered some minor injuries. At least, his arms and thighs were also scratched by bullets.

The two of them were a little embarrassed, and they were considered old people. [No][Wrong] At the moment of facing life and death, they decided to temporarily give up their hatred and unanimously fight against the outside world...

If this matter is compared to a war, then the right time, place, and people are the key to determining the outcome of the war.

Two people occupy the hall, which is considered a geographical advantage. There are many people outside, and they occupy the word "people and harmony".

The competition between the right place and the right people has its own advantages and disadvantages. Anyway, the two of them dare not rush out rashly, because they are seeking death. However, people from outside will never dare to touch them in and seek death.

After all, with the reliance of the palace and the obstruction of each room, the environment is narrow, and a group of gunmen cannot use it at all. No matter how many people rushed in, they would probably kill them.

The gunmen didn't understand this, but probably a few masters of the hospital guards knew it well. With their guidance, the gunmen must have taken the safest method. They waited for the rabbit and caught the turtle in the jar.

After all, in the club, this is their territory.

After delaying for a long time, the weather naturally tends toward them.

The time and the harmony of the people are combined, two to one, and naturally prevails the right place.

If there were no accidents in the palace, there would definitely be no chance of turning the tables.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

With a sure win, the thin middle-aged man finally emerged and laughed loudly, "Listen to the people inside, if they are tactful, they will surrender. Otherwise, we will drop bombs..."

“…No, no.”

Hearing this, Jun Bufu and Mu Qingshan had no reaction. Manager Bao screamed: "Meng Hu, we are still here, stop and let us go out..."

"Master Meng!"

Guan Xiu also said tremblingly: "If you have something to say, don't beat me. I'm still here, don't... hurt the innocent!"

"cough!"

The thin middle-aged man ignored the deaf ears and continued to shout, "The surname of Jun, by the way. There is also a boy named Mu. Listen to our boss. As long as you are willing to surrender and do things for him, everything will be easy to say."

"If you don't agree...hehe, then stay here."

The middle-aged man said viciously: "There is a way in heaven, but you don't go. There is no way in hell, so you have to break in. You really think that the Supreme Club is a toilet. You can leave as soon as you want to go after you go. You are innocent."

"This is not your wild place, nor your playground."

The middle-aged man angrily scolded: "We are not soft persimmons, let you control them. We have great martial arts skills, which is amazing? We have guns, 1230 guns, detonators, and bombs.

"Now you tell me who is afraid of who?"

The middle-aged man was full of energy and his breath of depression finally came out.

He was so angry that he was arrogant at first and then respectful. Fortunately, the boss was determined and wise, so he made them hold back the two of them and then quietly dispatched troops.

As expected, the two of them were not prepared at all and were immediately hit. Now, more than a hundred gunmen surrounded the palace. Unless the gods came, the two of them would definitely be unable to fly.

When you think of it for a while, you can see the regretful faces of the two people. The middle-aged man is naturally very happy and has a bright smile. Then he naturally ignores the screams of Manager Bao and care.

Anyway, the boss said that as long as the two disasters were eradicated, he would bear all the consequences. With this Shangfang sword, the middle-aged man would definitely let go and not be restrained.

Manager Bao died when he died, and he should regard it as being loyal to the boss. Anyway, when he flattered the boss, he often talked about his actions. Now he is seeking benevolence and fulfilling his loyalty and righteousness. He should thank himself.

As for care, it's a bit troublesome...

However, there is no way. At that time, the crime will be taken to Jun Bufu and Mu Qingshan, and they will say that they killed Boss Guan. Therefore, they were indignant and beat them to death, making contributions but not demerits.

It's a good idea to kill two birds with one stone.

The middle-aged man rated thirty-two likes for his idea.

Then, he continued to urge and shouted, "Have you thought about it? Come out honestly and surrender. Give you a chance. I will hit you dozens of times. If I don't come out again, I will drop a bomb."

"nineteen……"

The middle-aged man slowly counted down, and the ten numbers were dragged on for half a minute.

But what should come is always coming.

"Three...two..."

Just the last time, Jun Bufu and Mu Qingshan had disappeared in the palace, and they didn't know which room they were hiding. Manager Bao and Guan Xiu were ashamed and frightened.

"Menghu..."

In horror, Manager Bao couldn't help but scream: "You want to harm me, I~ fuck you~ ancestors~zong!"

"……one!"

The middle-aged man said that he didn't hear it, and counted the last number ruthlessly, then a ferocious feeling flashed through his eyes, and he decisively ordered: "Come, prepare the bullet..."

Next to him, there were two guards, and they really took out a bundle of detonators and lighters.

“…wait a moment!”

Qi Xiang spoke, stepped out of the threshold, and whispered loudly: "I can't control the grudges between you. But I am an innocent passerby. Don't shoot first, let me leave before taking action."

While speaking, Qi Xiang walked outside lightly.

At first glance, everyone was stunned, but they really didn't expect that he really dared to go out.

For a moment, many people gathered their eyes on Qi Xiang. However, some people looked at the middle-aged man and were waiting for his instructions.

The middle-aged man suddenly laughed, and a blood-devouring viciousness appeared in his eyes, and then he waved his hand gently: "Battle!"

"Bang, bang, bang bang!"

The gunmen, without any hesitation, adjusted the muzzle and then directly pulled the trigger. In the flashing fire, bullets were shuttled through, densely filled with rain.

"ah……"

After taking care of Manager Bao, he couldn't help but scream. In the retina, he seemed to have seen bullets passing through Qi Xiang's body, leaving behind tragic images of sieve eyes.

However, at this moment, Qi Xiang raised her hand and pressed it.

Suddenly, the clouds slowly wandered in the air, and the wind seemed to slow down. Time, suddenly, seemed to stop working, frozen in this minute and this second.

In the air, bullets flying in the air were also frozen and hung...

The entire picture is like a photo, using a frame to capture time on this scene point, and then preserve it forever without any change.

Under the gaze of many people, Qi Xiang had a faint smile on her face, her expression was calm and calm. Under the wrapping of a strange force, bullets seemed to have eyes and rushed towards her.

To be precise, bullets deviated from their original tracks, just like having an independent consciousness, which raised graceful curves in the air and gathered in Qi Xiang's hands.

In an instant, dozens of crystal-shining things were floating leisurely on Qi Xiang's palm.

Those things are clearly bullets.

Each bullet exudes a metallic luster, which is very dazzling.

Then, a person was stunned and watched foolishly. Some people opened their eyes wide and some people opened their mouths angrily. Their images were all kinds of strange and diverse.

But there is one thing, their mood is particularly the same. They were shocked, stunned, stupid, unbelievable, unable to believe their eyes, and felt that everything in front of them was an illusion.

Shocked, horrified, incredible...

After a long time, no one spoke. Within a radius of hundreds of meters, there was a silence and a needle could be heard.

"Now……"

At the same time, Qi Xiang's eyes slowly flew over everyone, and said lightly: "Who else... wants to stop me from leaving?"

While speaking, his palms were slightly closed.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The bullets floating in his hand exploded one by one like popcorn. Then the metal shell turned into thin quicksand in the explosion, fluttering in the air and passing by the wind.

When everyone saw it, they felt that it was not the bullets that were exploding, but the loud bang of their hearts.

Inexplicably, many people suddenly realized that their hearts were beating violently, constantly beating, and their heart rhythm was very rapid, as if they would explode anytime and anywhere.

In an instant, a person breathed rapidly, as if his heart was cramped, and he covered his heart. A gun was also unsteady to catch it and fell down.

"It seems that you agree."

Qi Xiang smiled slightly, then seemed to think of something, and glanced at him: "By the way, just now, it seemed that you were shouting and beating and killing, right?"

"……Well!"

The middle-aged man felt that Qi Xiang's eyes were casting, like a knife or a sword, piercing his heart. An invisible pressure, like a mountain of pressure, instantly crushed him.

In horror, he subconsciously shouted wildly: "Fight, keep shooting... fire, have you heard it, shoot quickly. He is just a human, not a god..."

In the midst of madness, he vaguely saw Qi Xiang picking something from his clothes, then blinked his fingers. Then, he suddenly felt his forehead numb, his eyes turned black, and his head buzzed, and he knew nothing... (To be continued.)
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