The son-in-law's revenge, the unicorn's upper body, I am invincible!

However, within two calls, the high-tech beauty was so frightened that she passed out.

When she woke up again, she saw a man.

A... man with a scorched face!

On the man's scorched face, there is an Arabic numeral thirteen.

Finally, Thirteen got up.

But then, twelve came again.

Like twelve, the entire face was burned, leaving only the Arabic numeral twelve.

The beauty just woke up, and after seeing such a terrifying scene, she passed out again.

When NO.11 comes.

The beauty woke up again.

This time, she was not fainted by fright again, but violently resisted.

puff!

However, a cold light flashed.

A hand of the beauty flew away.

"what!"

The beauty raised her other hand.

Then, the other hand also flew!

Seeing that the beauty is still struggling.

NO.11, directly raise the knife and fall with the hand.

The two legs of the beauty wearing Balenciaga were also chopped off.

This time, the beauty passed out completely.

"Eleven, don't be so cruel every time!"

Twelve and Thirteen, seeing this scene, pursed their lips.

"Eleven, the target is here!" Twelve and Thirteen suddenly became serious.

At this time, on the road, a jeep was galloping.

Inside, it was Chuyue and Ximen Wushuang.

Ten 23 saw that Eleven was still busy, so he went to the road first.

Chuyue, who was driving a jeep, saw two people suddenly standing on the road, and immediately stepped on the brakes.

However, because these two people appeared too suddenly, they couldn't stop.

Can only slam the direction.

The jeep suddenly rolled over.

However, both Ximen Wushuang and Chuyue jumped out of the car before the car overturned.

Jeep rolled several times before stopping.

"Dare to stand in the way of God of War, are you looking for death?" Chuyue scolded when she saw the two standing in the middle of the road.

"The God of War? We are killing the God of War!" The two men wearing bamboo hats slowly raised their heads and said with wicked smiles.

Chuyue was also taken aback when she saw the faces of the two men in bamboo hats.

One of the men in the bamboo hat took out a photo from his arms, looked at it, and then looked at the two of them.

Immediately nodded, said: "It's the target person!"

"Ximen Wushuang, someone wants your head, we are here to take your head!" The two raised their samurai swords and rushed towards Ximen Wushuang.

"If you want my head, it depends on whether you have the ability!" Ximen Wushuang uttered a cold cry, and drew out his sword directly.

Chuyue also rushed up.

Soon, the four fought against each other.

Bang!

First, Chuyue was blasted out.

Can't catch the opponent's move at all.

"Wow!" Chuyue spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Chuyue!" Ximen Wushuang shouted.

"I'm fine!" Chuyue charged towards No.13 again.

Dangdang!

Just a few encounters.

The weapon in Chuyue's hand was thrown away.

Then, the samurai sword lay across her neck.

"Little beauty, our goal is Ximen Wushuang, don't make unnecessary resistance." NO.13 smiled evilly.

"Chuyue!" Seeing this, Ximen Wushuang's expression changed.

The moves are more violent.

However, the opponent's strength is not inferior to hers!

Obviously, this is a Martial King!

Martial King is an existence that surpasses martial arts masters.

The king of martial arts!

Ximen Wushuang is a Martial King, a Huang-level Martial King.

The strength of this ugly man with the number twelve on his face is also a Huang Rank Martial King!

It is the same level as Ximen Wushuang.

At this time, the wound Ximen Wushuang had suffered in the previous battle had not healed.

Unexpectedly, it can only be tied with the opponent.

In particular, Chuyue was still restrained, which made her even more worried.

How could such a strong person come to kill her?

Suddenly, Ximen Wushuang seemed to remember something, widened his eyes and said: "You guys, you are from the Killing Blade organization!"

"That's right, since you know that we are the people who kill the blade, you should surrender obediently, so that you can suffer less!" NO.12 said with a wicked smile while attacking Ximen Wushuang with a samurai sword.

"So what about the killing blade, Longguo, it's not your turn to act wild!" Ximen Wushuang snorted coldly, and continued to attack NO.12.

I have to say that Ximen Wushuang is really strong with a sword in his hand.

Obviously the internal force in the body is much weaker than the opponent.

However, it slowly gained the upper hand.

Several times, he almost hit the opponent's vitals with a sword.

"Eleven, don't come over to help!"

With the NO.12 voice down.

NO.11 finally stood up.

At this time, Ximen Wushuang saw the scene at No.11.

I saw a woman whose hands and feet had been cut off was lying in a pool of blood.

"Help...help..." The woman begged for mercy before she died.

But, apparently, death was not far away.

puff!

The samurai sword directly pierced the woman's heart, completely freeing her.

"You bastards!" Seeing this scene, Ximen Wushuang flew into a rage.

"Hahaha, Miss Ximen, don't worry, you'll be with her in a while." NO.11 laughed and lifted his pants.

At this moment, the anger in Ximen Wushuang's heart has reached its peak.

These Dongyin killers are extremely cruel.

As if she had gone mad, she frantically attacked NO.12.

puff!

The long sword plowed a big gash in NO.12's face.

Let NO.12's already ugly face look even more ferocious.

"Put down your weapon immediately, or I'll kill her!" NO.13 scolded in a cold voice.

"God of War, leave me alone!" Chuyue shouted at Ximen Wushuang.

Her voice just fell.

puff!

The samurai sword penetrated her body.

Chu Yuemei's eyes widened, and she looked at Ximen Wushuang.

"God of War, run away..."

Chuyue knew that it was impossible for Ximen Wushuang to be the opponent of the three Martial Kings.

"Chuyue!!!" Ximen Wushuang raised her head and roared, but she did not run away.

Killed directly towards NO.13.

But, just when her sword was about to hit NO.13, NO.11 finally made a move.

Ximen Wushuang blocked the opponent's attack, it felt like a train was crashing towards her.

This NO.11 was actually a Martial King.

Moreover, he is a middle-ranked Martial King of the Yellow rank.

Stronger than NO.12!

In fact, the Arabic numerals on their faces are their strength rankings.

The higher the number, the stronger the strength.

Facing the three Martial Kings, Ximen Wushuang had no chance of winning.

"God of War, go!" At this time, Chuyue, who was pierced by a samurai sword, hugged NO.13.

I want to fight for Ximen Wushuang's chance to escape.

Facing three people, Ximen Wushuang has no possibility of escape, but two people, maybe there is still a chance!

"Baga!" Being hugged by Chuyue, NO.13 was furious.

He slammed Chuyue's back hard with the handle of the knife.

Every time, Chuyue would spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Ximen Wushuang knew that only by surviving would she be able to avenge Chuyue, so she finally forced the two of them back with a sword with all her strength, then turned around and fled!