I can go back to the mysterious age

Mia City, Red Eagle Fist headquarters.

This is a martial arts dojo composed of a mixture of old wooden buildings and modern wall buildings, covering a relatively large area. If you look down from a high altitude, the dojo is generally trapezoidal with a narrow front and a wide back, and its color is mainly light yellow.

The entire street is neither a residential area nor a commercial area.

Therefore, the flow of people is usually deserted, and the distance between buildings is relatively large. But today, the silence that lasted for a long time was broken by the sound of gunfire from time to time. On the street where the Red Eagle Boxing Dojo is located, people dressed in black with a white rose logo embroidered on their shoulders walk by from time to time.

They all had cold and stern expressions, and they seemed to have firearms bulging around their waists, and they had sealed off the entire area.

In the dojo.

The two groups of people were constantly fighting hand-to-hand. Judging from their speed and strength that far exceeded ordinary people, they were obviously a group of secret warriors. The two sides collided quickly in the area, and the side led by the old man with the goatee gained the upper hand. Moreover, there are elite gunmen dressed in black on their side to help from time to time.

Either fire support, or cover and suppression.

You know, ordinary secret warriors don't have much advantage when facing firearms. Even Ka Xiu practiced hard qigong at the same time when he was a boxer, so he was not afraid of light machine gun fire. When boxers who normally practice secret martial arts are caught off guard, pistols can pose a certain threat to them.

Of course, this refers to the case of hitting. The boxer's speed and dodge far beyond the limits of the human body can completely avoid a large number of bullets. If it's just an elite gunner team, it won't pose much of a threat to boxers.

However, if there is a boxer opponent of the same level entangled with him and attracts most of his energy and attention.

Some shooters with accurate marksmanship can often do wonders.

Dyson, the great elder of Red Eagle Fist, launched an attack. Originally, the number of elders on both sides was similar. There may be a strength gap, but it's not huge. There is a high probability that the two sides will be in a stalemate for a long time. And these gunmen sent by the White Rose Killer Battalion broke the balance.

Bang bang bang!

On the white stone corridor, two figures were constantly entangled and fighting each other. Similar boxing skills collided in the air again and again.

Great Elder Dyson stepped forward and hit the side, and then made a fierce spinning swing. The gushing power knocks back the opponent's defense.

The second elder of Red Eagle Fist took two steps back in confusion.

boom! Suddenly a gunshot was heard not far away.

He felt something in his heart and turned his head sharply. A high-speed rotating bullet grazed his cheek, causing a trace of blood to flow through him.

Before the second elder could breathe a sigh of relief, he hit him hard with his elbow. Behind him was Dyson, who was stamping his feet on the ground.

In a hurry, he pushed out with his palm and collided with Dyson's elbow. The second elder's strength obviously declined, and the palm was suppressed. Dyson's elbow hit the second elder's chest through his palm, pushing him out about three or four meters.

Hearing a muffled groan, the second elder took advantage of his strength and jumped back. Several arcs flashed, and the figure quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

Ta-ta-ta...

There was a sound of footsteps on the stone road, and three or four gunmen in black walked quickly. The Great Elder Dyson, who was standing on the spot, stretched out his hand to signal not to pursue further: "Charles is already injured, be careful. Push them to the last area step by step, and control all other areas of the dojo first."

"When the time comes, these remaining people will be surrounded and unable to fly..."

the other side.

The second elder and his group had only the last three or four buildings left, most of which were dormitories for students at the headquarters. A figure flashed in the shadow of the corner, and then made a sudden leap. His right hand flew up in the air and rolled, landing on the balcony.

Cough cough cough...

Under the sunlight, this was a skinny old man wearing a portable fighting suit with gray hair. He raised his hand and glanced at the palm and back of his hand, which was covered in bruises. He pressed the area on his left chest slightly, and there was a tingling sensation in the skin and muscles there.

As if hearing voices from above, a series of footsteps soon came from the stairs. Several people rushed to the second floor. When they saw the old man, they quickly stopped and said, "Elder Charles!"

The skinny old man nodded and coughed again: "Where is Neve? Also, where are the fourth, sixth, and seventh elders?"

"Junior sister Neve is in the building on the left next door, and the fourth elder and some brothers are also there. The seventh elder is in the building on the right and has suffered quite a lot of injuries. As for the sixth elder, we didn't see it. ." The leading disciple said dullly.

The second elder Charles took a deep breath. It was obvious that he did not see the sixth elder's intention. Either they are still fighting and retreating, or they have been seriously injured and captured.

Or simply, if you resist too fiercely, you will be beaten to death.

Among them, Charles tends to be seriously injured and captured.

He quickly walked into the passage on the second floor and looked through the window to where he had been running all the way. Dozens of meters away, some gunmen dressed in black were looming in the corner. There are also some traitors inside the door, wearing fighting uniforms, looking over here.

"What does Dyson want to do? Surround this place? Is he afraid that we old guys will try our best to make him pay a heavy price?"

Charles slapped his chest hard three times with his right hand, and the vague tingling sensation in his chest suddenly weakened a lot. He took a deep breath and pondered for a moment: "I originally thought that Dyson and Luen were just having a bit of a feud, but I didn't expect that Dyson actually took action directly! Luen was still attending the rally in the Evil Eye Fist..."

"Now it's just me, the Fourth Elder, and the Seventh Elder who is seriously injured. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Charles was worried at this moment but also a little angry, Dyson, how dare he! If the old sect leader comes back from the Luoka Mountains, he will definitely kill him and rip his head off!

Then Charles took a deep breath and murmured to himself: "Evil Eye Fist, East Nine Sect, Eastern Alliance Plan. If Red Eagle Fist is really controlled by Dyson, even if the old sect master comes back... Alas, Blood Fist is getting old after all..."

at the same time.

Buzz!

At the intersection of the street where the Red Eagle Boxing Gym is located, the sound of a car engine suddenly came from the corner. Several black-clothed gunmen patrolling nearby quickly walked over and quickly put a hand on their waist.

Whoosh!

A black car with a square head suddenly came out of the corner.

The horsepower was turned to maximum and it drove hard into the street.

These black-clad gunmen did not hesitate, quickly drew their guns from their waists and fired. Pistol bullets pinged against the sides of the car.

As the car moved forward, a stream of sparks exploded in the air.

The car window glass was suddenly shattered, and it fell like a transparent rain. A bullet passed through the rain of broken glass and penetrated a high-speed rotating cavity in the air. With a snap, he was pinched hard in the palm of a white and slender hand.

He held it slightly, and it was instantly twisted and deformed by the pressure of his fingers.

Card Xiu glanced at the gunman who was the most diligent shooter dozens of meters away on his right, and decided to tell him what a pistol was.

He flicked his right hand, and a sound similar to a balloon exploding came out in the air. A distorted bullet flew back along the original trajectory at an extremely fast speed!

Thirty meters away, on the gray-white sidewalk. The killer, who was having a hard time masturbating, suddenly rolled his eyes and kicked his legs.

The whole person suddenly leaned back and fell straight down.

A gunman in black next to him heard the sound of landing and turned his head slightly to look: "Ben?" The gunman walked over quickly and saw the violent blood stains and deep bullet holes on the wall behind him.

Lowering his head again, it was true. Ben got shot in the head.

In the middle of his forehead was a dark hole bleeding.

"Fuck, how did he die? Do they have guns?

The man in black just raised his head while cursing, when he suddenly felt his brain buzzing, a loud roaring in his ears, and his head tilted.

His vision went dark and he fell on Ben's body.

That's how he died.

In the center of the street, the car rushed in all the way.

With a squeak, he suddenly stopped at the gate of the Red Eagle Fist Dojo.

There is a white wall outside the dojo. In a hidden position at the corner of the wall, four or five gunmen formed a team to guard here.

I saw the unknown intruder driving the car over at once.

The team leader took out a grenade, stretched out his body and threw it. An explosion soon came from not far away.

The whole team rushed out of the corner quickly, pulling out their pistols and shooting to kill the enemy. A huge shadow flying rapidly in mid-air completely enveloped them. It was a car!

The gunman gave Cardiff a grenade, and Cardiff gave him a Noble George square-head car produced in 107 Federal History.

boom!

The huge black shadow slammed down in the gunman's horrified eyes.

Crack, click, ahhhhh...

The sound of broken bones and screams suddenly sounded. Several unlucky guys were smashed into pulp, and the only one who was standing far away was also knocked away. His back was pressed against the wall and he was coughing out blood in pain. It looked like he might not be able to survive long after his internal organs were injured.

The location at the entrance of the dojo.

Luen opened his mouth and said nothing. In fact, his black square-head car was very expensive, and it was too luxurious to use it to hit people.

Bang bang bang bang bang...

Amidst the gunshots that kept ringing from the left and right, a hand was placed on Luen's shoulder. Ka Xiu's slender eyes narrowed slightly.

"Leave these gunmen outside to you, they should be fine."

"I'm going to go in and enjoy it..."

There was no fluctuation in his tone, but the words he spoke had an inexplicable, hair-raising feeling. Rune nodded.

He warned weakly: "Don't kill the wrong one."

"I see."

Ka Xiu took a few steps forward, stretched his back, and his whole body muscles shook. Immediately, seven or eight bullets fell down, clattering to the ground. The black trench coat turned into a ripped outfit.

Firearms have no effect on him at all...

Luen looked at the back in front of him, and Ka Xiu strode towards the dojo. With every step he took, a cloud of red steam seemed to rise and fly around his boots. In a few blinks, his whole body was enveloped in dense red steam, as if he was walking in fog. The figure was slightly twisted, like a giant humanoid raptor.

Rune took a deep breath.

he knows.

Many, many people are going to die at the Red Eagle Fist headquarters today.

Inside the dojo, the area closest to the gate. The fifth elder and his apprentice were walking on the road and glanced at the team of black-clad gunmen who passed by. The young man couldn't help but frown and asked: "Teacher, is it really right for us to do this..."

"Cooperate with the people of Evil Eye Fist, just in case the old sect leader comes back...and the second elder and the others are ours after all..."

The fifth elder suddenly raised his hand and interrupted the young man: "Stubborn people who cannot understand the situation will definitely be crushed. What I want to tell you is that we are not cooperating with the people of the Evil Eye Fist."

"We are cooperating with the entire Dongjiumen!"

"In front of Dongjiu Gate, what does an obsessed old guy mean? Mi Gao, you have to understand the situation clearly."

He glanced at his disciples and shook his head slightly. The Fifth Elder was disappointed that he still remembered the old friendship when he changed his sect.

"Go and call your junior brother Nawa over..."

"Yes." The young man nodded, and then walked along the left side of the road. That side led directly to the eastern half of the Red Eagle Fist Dojo.

Suddenly.

"Who is it!"

Bang!

Crack!

Ah!

A series of screams came from the gunman team that just passed by, and the Fifth Elder turned his head suddenly. On the road in the distance, a black shadow flashed through the team like lightning.

It was like the shadow reflected between the gunmen, and every time it was ejected, it would take a person's life. The Fifth Elder's eyes widened in an instant, his whole body shook, and his blood rushed with power.

He spread his limbs and was about to take a basic fighting stance.

Swish.

The black shadow that was still more than ten meters away unexpectedly appeared in front of him like a flash. The Fifth Elder's right hand stretched out was slightly bent, and he didn't even have time to make a defensive posture. That person had already stood quietly in the space formed by the arm.

Puff!

The finger drew a thin red line in the air, and the blood thread went around the neck of the fifth elder. A head was easily taken off, with a horrified expression on his face.

The person holding the head took a look and threw it away.

The headless body fell to the ground.

A team of White Rose gunmen who came saw this scene and immediately raised their guns and fired. The captain of the team also held a submachine gun in his hand, and the bullets quickly formed a barrage in the air.

All the bullets were concentrated and ejected from the muzzle, making a uniform sound, and then all shot towards one point.

Kaxiu still stood in the same place, but he stretched out his hands, and the nails of his index fingers flashed with a ruby-like light. Slightly wriggled up and down in the air, and two red dots crossed the air seductively.

The bullets hit him all over his body.

Kaxiu's expression did not change at all, and he did not even tremble when he retreated, like a heavy and stiff statue.

"One finger corresponds to one death tooth?"

He muttered something incomprehensible to himself, and the next second he left a shadow, whooshing across a distance of more than ten meters.

In the gunman's dilated pupils, Kaxiu's left hand flicked his fingers lightly, wiping across the gunman's arms like conducting a symphony.

A flash of red light, the three gunmen's arms were directly cut off.

The guns fell to the ground with a click.

Before they screamed.

Kaxiu's right hand slashed forward again, and a charming and ferocious red line slowly pulled across their necks, spinning slightly.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Several human fountains bloomed with blood flowers once in a lifetime.

Unmodified, waiting.