Master said well, martial arts is high, but also afraid of kitchen knives.

This knife is not an ordinary kitchen knife.

In the face of the former gun king, a hundred steps through Yang's sharpshooter.

With the strength of Zhao Wenqi, even if it is powerful, I am afraid that it will not escape death.

And Zhao Wenqi saw Fu Hongqi's double gun in his hand, as well as the unruly gun king breath, instinctively a heart.

Although Master taught herself the Qin Mind, how many days did she practice?

These days of practice are only a little step up from before.

Just now, the little test knife, the first taste of sweetness, full of confidence.

You can see each other with two guns, and you can’t help but be afraid.

Seeing Master sitting on the roof of the car, he was not smoking a cigar, and Zhao Wenqi was hard on his scalp and his heart.

Knives in hand, pre-emptive.

Unfortunately, the flying knife is faster, after all, it is only the king in the cold weapon.

How can it be compared to modern high-tech hot weapons?

The Buddha said that he had seen the pigs on the tree and had never seen anyone who had evaded bullets.

Especially the shot of the gun king Fu Fu's red dust.

His gun method is enough to kill the opponent dozens of times before he shoots.

But Fu Hongqi did not intend to shoot Zhao Wenqi, he is confident that his bullet, can hit any part of the other side as he wants.

So he just put down Zhao Wenqi and find the young people sitting on the roof to calculate the account.

It’s also about giving the Lord a little bit of face.

After all, killing Zhao Wenqi is equivalent to pulling the Buddha Yunsha directly to the opposite of the five masters, so Fu Hongshi has a problem in his heart.

In any case, first give Zhao Wenqi this crazy girl a horse.

At the door of the mountain, under the bright lights, two people stood quietly.

The whole field is silent, and the needle can be heard.

The evening wind blew up the corners of the two people, making this silent seriousness even more strange.

In the hall, the Buddha casually picked up the cup and drank without a hurry.

Tea, the heat, set off the Lord's calm.

Under the wall next to the two halls, the majesty stands up to the more than two dozen elites of the Buddha Yunshu.

They were not worried about Fu Hongqiu, who had just rushed out, because so far, no one has ever escaped from the Fu Hong dust bullet.

It hasn’t been before, and it’s no exception today.

Unless he's a merciless man.

Hu Guosen's father and son were sweating, and they sat there in fear, fearing and uneasiness.

They have lost once and can’t afford to lose a second time.

Seeing that Master was so calm, Hu Guosen could not help looking outside.

The Buddha smiled, "O Guosen, don't you even worry about Fu Red Dust, the gun king?"

Hu Guosen smiled awkwardly, "No, no, how can you not be reassured."

"The Buddha Yun Society is like a cloud, and even if the surname Qin has a hundred galls, three heads and six arms, I am afraid that today I can't leave alive."

He smiled, “If that’s the case, what are you worried about?”

"Young man, with some of the skills, high-profile, this is understandable."

The Buddha looked at a man next to him and said, "Go out and tell Fu Hongshi, leave him a breath, and let the father and son of Guosen solve it by his own hands."

Let the father and son of Hu Guosen solve it by hand, but the Buddha gave him a great face.

"Yes!The Lord.”

When the other party went out, outside the hall, Zhao Wenqi and Fu Hong dust moved.

They both shot almost at the same time.

Knifes and bullets ignited the rhythm of the night.

Hip-Hs on –

Zhao Wenqi's three flying knives, directly to each other's three major harms.

The eyebrows, the throat, the heart.

Bump and thumping –

Fu Hong dust shot in both hands, left and right bow.

Four bullets, first.

The stature –

Three bullets hit Zhao Wenqi's flying knife.

Wipe out the spark.

The fourth bullet came out of the air, directly to Zhao Wenqi's chest.

The two guns were flying fast, and Zhao Wenqi looked panicked.

Although I have long heard of Fu Hongqi's gun method, I did not expect the other party to be so powerful.

Four shots were fired, three bullets were shot off their flying knives, and the rest of the eyes were about to take their lives.

Zhao Wenqi took his heart and lost his heart.

At the same time, Qin Mu, who had been sitting on the roof of the car, wrinkled slightly.

Hm all –

The fire is like a shooting star in the sky.

The cigar in his hand popped up, rhubarb—

Unbiased, he hit the last bullet that flew to Zhao Wenqi.

Mars four, bullets fall to the ground.

A shadow is empty and straight into the red dust.

The speed of the other party is very fast, the uniqueness of the method is simply invincible.

Just when Fu Hongqiang raised his hand back to the defense, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The two guns were captured and their faces were crisp.

Fu Honghai was angry and had no chance to hide.

Just to be angry, suddenly saw Qin Mu one meter eight height, the two people are less than 20 centimeters apart, tiger eyes staring at themselves.

By the eyes of this pair of eyes, Fu Hong dust's momentum immediately shorted people half-way.

At that moment, Fu Hong dust had a fear that had never been there before.

The other side is too evil, with the strength of their own gun king's sharpshooter, even the other side's shadow has not seen clearly has been defeated.

Especially the cigarette butt, a bullet, actually shot down the bullet.

Such a terrible power is truly incredible.

Fu Hongqiang's heart was trembling, and he found that he was completely without the courage to fight again.

The strength of each other is enough to make them obedient and sincere.

Qin Mu's eyes, locking Fu red dust.

“The Gun King is like that!”

The wrist shakes, and the muzzle of the gun points straight to Fu's red dust eyebrows.

“Let me teach you how to play with a gun today!”

Fu Hongshi is the origin of the soldier king, willing to gamble to lose, the skill is not as good as people, what else to say?

Close your eyes and say, “Shoot!”

Dozens of guards at the door of Wenchengshanzhuang saw Qin Mu move the machine, raising his gun nervously, staring at his eyes one by one, as if he were facing an enemy.

The eyes of Qin Mu despised, coldly swept over the group of people, disdainful.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a group of people came out of the hall.

“Slow down!”

The Lord came out.

Dozens of heavily armed gunmen behind them ran over and quickly surrounded Qin Mu and Zhao Wenqi.

The man in his early 40s, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holds a string of beads.

The dress of the coarse-clothed shirt, and the pure handmade black cloth shoes at the foot, are exactly the appearance of a teacher.

Rejoice, calm down.

“The Lord!”

Fu Hong dust shouted incredulously, and at the same time put the head down, it seemed extremely respectful.

The Lord?

Seeing this man, Qin Mu could not help but froze.

What does the famous Buddha look like?

The image in your imagination is very different.

But what about that?

Even if you are famous, all people admire you.

Even if you are powerful, dominate the side.

Since it hurts me, I will also let you go up in smoke.

Collaborate with people like Hu Guosen's father and son, frame the thousands of groups, and hire killers to assassinate, and the crime is not forgivable.

It's okay to mess with the old man, whether you're the fifth master or the Buddha, step on it.

Qin Muhu was surrounded by servos, regardless of the gunman behind him, like a cloud, killing the machine.

Keep your eyes on the Lord.

“Are you the Buddha?”

"I am the Lord."

“Let’s do some business!”

“You said it!”

"How about with you and his head to reach the whole person's account just now?"

The gun in Qin Mu’s hand suddenly pointed and topped the Buddha’s forehead.