Female President's Bodyguard

Bai Lang faced off against a level 5 intermediate werewolf.

From the beginning of the confrontation, Bai Lang had the absolute upper hand, and the sword in his hand stabbed the werewolf with many scars.

Even if the injuries on his body were not serious, when there were too many wounds, the werewolf's self-healing ability was obviously slowed down a lot.

On the surface, he became more and more brutal, but in fact, his actions to attack Bai Lang became more and more rigid.

Point the country!

Whoosh!
Bai Lang shot out a sharp inner qi from his hand, hitting the Baihui acupoint on the top of the werewolf's head. "

"Ow!"

The werewolf let out a scream, and his body twitched violently.

"A sword is coming from the west!"

The sword in Bai Lang's hand aimed at the werewolf's neck and shot away.

puff!
This sword pierced the neck of the werewolf, and the weak corpse fell heavily to the ground.

Bai Lang flew over and drew out his sword, and charged at another werewolf again.

"Your movements are too stiff."

"Hehe, it's useless to attack blindly like you!"

The paws of another level 5 intermediate werewolf were like afterimages, crazily grabbing at Bao'an.

His speed is very fast, but Bao'an's dodge is even faster. This intermediate werewolf attacked hundreds of times in an instant, but he didn't even touch Bao'an's clothes.

Suddenly, Bao'an's eyes turned cold, and he caught the flaw of this intermediate werewolf.

"Yi's volley kick!"

His right leg exploded with energy and kicked the mid-level werewolf in the chest.

"Ow!"

The intermediate werewolf screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew out backwards.

His body was smashed into pieces by the rock, and his body was almost embedded in the rock wall, unable to move.

Just as Bao'an wanted to rush over to finish him off, a beautiful figure of Miao Man was even faster, and a dazzling cold light pierced the heart of this middle-level werewolf.

The guy twitched violently, then bent his neck and died.

Bao'an almost collapsed: "She Qingqing, why are you taking credit for me!"

"Ha ha."

She Qingqing glanced at him with beautiful eyes: "Whoever snatches it belongs to him, and if you can't snatch it, you deserve it!"

"you!"

Bao'an was speechless, and he couldn't quarrel with She Qingqing over this matter, so he had to quickly find the next target to kill.

In just 3 minutes, more than 30 werewolves were killed, including three intermediate werewolves.

In Xu Qing's security team, only three people were injured, and the injuries were not serious.

"Trash, a bunch of trash!"

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have brought you trash here, it would only be a stumbling block for me!"

Seeing this, Jack Marcus was furious!

Go crazy!

He frantically turned into a werewolf-like appearance, and rushed up the mountain.

In a few breaths, he came to the halfway up the mountain.

His ferocious eyes locked on She Qingqing, and he rushed towards her.

"Your opponent is Lao Tzu!"

Lu Yi used to be a very polite boy, but after following Xu Qing for a while, he also followed Xu Qing to learn to call himself Laozi.

The silver long sword in his hand aimed at Jack Marcus' heart and stabbed it.

Jack Marcus didn't dare to be careless, and hurried to the brakes, he dodged sideways to avoid Lu Yi's sword.

"Lu Family Pai Shan Zhang!"

With a sword piercing the air, Lu Yi aimed his left hand at Jack Marcus, and a majestic internal energy burst out.

Jack Marcus hurriedly crossed his strong arms in front of his head to resist the palm.

boom!
The turbulent inner air palm slammed into Jack Marcus's arms.

Da da da!
Jack Marcus' body trembled, and the big black boots under his feet took three steps back.

"Drink!"

After retreating three steps in a row, he let out a loud roar, and shattered the palm of his inner qi with both arms.

Lu Yi frowned slightly. Although this palm is not his strongest martial art, the lethality it can produce cannot be underestimated.

However, his palm did little damage to Jack Marcus.

Jack Marcus's arms were only slightly red, and his thick black hair had been shaved clean.

Staring at the red round eyes, Jack Marcus stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, letting out a cold laugh.

"Jie Jie, little guy, I didn't expect you to have some strength!"

"I rarely use weapons, mainly because my opponents are not worthy of my use of weapons!"

"Your strength is worthy of my sword, so sacrifice your blood to my sword!"

With a clang, Jack Marcus drew out the long sword behind his back.

This is a two-handed sword with a black body and a European medieval style, with a flint the size of a ping-pong ball inlaid on the hilt.

"go to hell!"

The muscles in his legs swelled, and he approached Lu Yi at an extremely fast speed, and then swung his sword with both hands to slash at Lu Yi.

"Disgusting bastard, I'm not afraid of you!"

Not to be outdone, Lu Yi also swung his sword and stood over!
With a bang, dazzling sparks flew everywhere!

Da da da!
Lu Yi's complexion changed, and he retreated back again and again.

After retreating nine steps in a row, he barely stabilized his figure.

But his wrist was trembling constantly, and the sword in his hand was also trembling, and even made a buzzing sound.

Jack Marcus's two-handed sword is of higher quality than the sword in his hand, and its explosive power is far superior to his.

Staring at Jack Marcus, a look of fear flashed in Lu Yi's eyes.

The explosive power of Jack Marcus's sword just now reached more than [-] tons in an instant. If the quality of the sword in his hand was not good, his life might be in danger just now.

This guy's explosive strength is far above his own, so he can't fight him in close quarters.

"go to hell!"

Jack Marcus's grim and proud smile cut towards Lu Yi again.

Ling Feng Wuhen!

Lu Yi jumped up and dodged Jack Marcus' sword.

"Sword Rain Style!"

In mid-air, the sword in Lu Yi's hand swung quickly, and one after another fierce sword energy shot towards Jack Marcus!
……

At the same time, Xu Qing was also chasing Bian Yuanjia on the top of the mountain.

Bian Yuanjia's lightness kung fu is very fast, and he flew hundreds of meters away in no time.

But Xu Qing was even faster, chasing after him like a jet plane.

Sensing that something was wrong, Bian Yuanjia yelled: "Come and help me!"

He faced Xu Qing alone, and he really didn't have much confidence.

It can be said that he was already three points timid before the battle.

"Helmsman, here we come!"

The deacons of the five blood soul rudders flew over and surrounded Xu Qing.

Each of them is a sixth-level perfect martial artist, and together with Bian Yuanjia, the helmsman, it can be said that their overall strength should not be underestimated.

Seeing the five blood soul stewards rushing over, Xu Qing stopped chasing Bian Yuanjia.

He sneered and folded his hands on his chest.

Not to mention five sixth-level perfect martial artists, even if there were five more, he would not pay attention to them. At most, it would waste a little more time to kill them.

In fact, Xu Qing had noticed these five deacons a long time ago, and he deliberately chased Bian Yuanjia to attract the five of them.

Otherwise, if Xu Qing exerted all his lightness kung fu, it would only take a few seconds to catch up with Bian Yuanjia.

Now that they are all here, the potential threat of the security team is gone.

"Change formation, blood soul poison formation!"

Seeing the five deacons coming, Bian Yuanjia's heart was relieved.

With a roar, he changed formation with the five deacons.

Seeing everyone surrounding Xu Qing, Bian Yuanjia let out a cold laugh.

"Xu Qing, don't try to run away even if you put your wings on today!"

"The blood soul rudder is your burial place!"