The speed was extremely fast and it arrived in front of Wang Lang almost instantly.

In desperation, Wang Lang blocked the enemy with his sword.

The opponent's kick was quick and accurate, and Wang Lang was immediately knocked away by a huge force, and his back hit the wall before he stopped.

The elevator door opened, Wang Lang looked out, and there were seven people standing at the door, standing in an adult shape. The man in front was tall, with a big head, a gold chain hanging around his neck, and he didn't wear anything on his upper body, and he wore big shorts on his lower body. The most sexy one was wearing flip flops and his legs were also very dense.

The face looks fierce, and the fierce light flashes in his eyes. He doesn't look like a person, but gives people the feeling of a wild beast.

After the man closed his legs, he kicked another step. Wang Lang drew his sword without saying a word and slashed down with one knife.

It was about to slash on the leg, but who knew that the leg had a very sexy bend and pressed down Wang Lang's knife.

Wang Lang twisted his wrist and pulled the knife and then slashed it, and the man shrank back in an instant.

"Good knife." The man stared at Wang Lang's dragon-tooth knife.

"Good legs." Wang Lang stared at the man.

When the elevator door was about to close slowly, Wang Lang held the knife in both hands, twisted his waist, and made it down with eighteen steps of the crazy knife.

The leader retreated, and the two of them left behind and thrust their legs. Wang Lang slashed them with a knife, and the sparks were slashed on the legs of the two.

The two of them quickly closed their legs and opened the distance. Both of them had their pants broken by Wang Lang's knife, revealing the scene inside. It was not fleshy legs, but circles of steel rings were actually wrapped around their calf. But if you look closely, several steel rings had been cracked by Wang Lang's knife. Both of them were supported by the other foot. Wang Lang's strength was strong and the dragon-tooth knife with more than 80 kilograms was really not covered.

When the elevator door was about to close again, Wang Lang was about to rush up. Finally, the four of them took a step forward, sweeping towards Wang Lang at different angles, with each other greater force, which caused the whistling sound of wind breaking through the air, which sounded exciting.

Wang Lang grabbed the knife with one hand and the scabbard in the other hand, and slashed it all over the place. He took back his legs, and Wang Lang took this opportunity to rush out.

The whole person jumped out, grabbed the knife with both hands, and slashed at the leader with a knife. The sword blew and the wind blew.

The man escaped Wang Lang's knife with a backflip.

A clang sound!

A small half of the dragon-toothed sword was immersed in the ground, and Wang Lang drew his sword and chased him.

The seven people quickly formed a circle and attacked Wang Lang from different angles, which was very accurate. Wang Lang was hit several legs. The pain was almost spurted out. The seven people were not feeling well, and most of the steel rings were broken by Wang Lang desperately. The seven people couldn't figure it out, because there was still such a strong person in Mao's current era. Forget it, it would be better than the other one, and anyone could stand it.

The encirclement was a little bigger, and both sides took a tacit break for more than ten seconds.

The person at the top of the seven people had already been involved in his own circle before. The serious golden circle suddenly had a different identity. The other steel rings were more or less broken, but this person's golden circle was not broken, and the person's legs were even better than the other six. The force of a whip leg could definitely kick a person's waist. Fortunately, Wang Lang had a thick skin and thick flesh, and he also used a scabbard from time to time to block it, otherwise he would be able to incontinence if he urinated and defecated.

"If you guessed correctly, you should be Wang Haonan, the new subordinate of Ah B." The leader asked.

Wang Lang moved his wrists, "If you guessed correctly, you guessed correctly."

The leader was stunned for a moment. The sudden cold joke made him a little unresponsive. After the cold joke, it was Wang Lang's knife.

Bang!

Mars is coming!

These people practice legs and make their legs as good as their arms. Many people focus on practicing the upper body. These people practice legs with long legs and strong strength. If they practice well, they are not bad at all. They are even stronger.

Wang Lang had practiced before, but the situation is still not good at present. He is prone to breaking his legs, and he has at least a steel ring to pad it. The dragon tooth knife cannot be completely broken.

"It's no worse than having sex with Ah B." The leader said.

Wang Lang had a scabbard under his armpit and freed his hand to clean his ears, "You can just rush it. Yuan Hong asked me to hang out with him before, but it turned out to be cold in a few days.

You are not thirteen legs, why are you fourteen legs? I haven’t seen anyone with prosthetic limbs.” Wang Lang looked at the healthy legs of a group of people.

"I'm not one of the Thirteen Legs, my name is Tan Di. Everyone on Dao'er calls me Tie Leg, which is one of the people who are fighting for the second road marshal with Ah B." Tan Di looked at Wang Lang with his hands behind his back, and his aura was like a big brother looking down on everything.

But it was not enough in front of Wang Lang. Wang Lang held the scabbard under his armpit in his hand, as if he was summing up something, "If that's the case, five of these six people don't have dicks, only one of them has dicks, so they're called Thirteen Legs, right?"

Tan Di's mentality was a little broken. He couldn't figure out why the focus in front of him was so fresh and refined, and this idea was also a sexy one.

"I heard that you are not valued by Ab, and staying under Ab's hands won't be a big deal. You are simply a talented person. I am a pity for talents. Do you want to think about doing with me? What about it?" Tan Di stared at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang picked a knife flower, "You Dongxing Society people love to play such tricks, and they all love to make people do it with you. Since you know that I have the ability, why can't I do it by myself?"

"But no one promotes it, and it's useless to be able. There are more capable people in this world, but why are only very few people able to stand out? Because no one promotes it, there is no chance to stand out. You have no chance under Ah B. You can always help him. As his gangster, come to me, and I can make you on an equal footing with me." Tan Di's voice was loud and loud, without doubt.

Wang Lang lifted the knife, wiped the blade on the scabbard, making a sound of Shasha's sharpening of ears. Then he gently put the knife into the scabbard, holding the hilt with his five fingers tightly, ready to go. Wang Lang looked at Tan Di calmly, "The opportunity is still something you fight for and it is comfortable to use. The ones that others give will always be someone else's. If you do you, my chance will come."

Tan Di's motive for opening his mouth and talking was immediately interrupted by Wang Lang, "If you are a villain, don't force yourself. It's useless to say too much."

Tan Di's face appeared in anger, "It's stubborn!"

His legs bent, Tan Di rose up from the ground and rotated in the air. A whip leg whipped towards Wang Lang's head. The other six people rushed towards Wang Lang from different angles, and almost at the same time, they rushed towards Wang Lang's various vital points.

Wang Lang actually closed his eyes at this time, but if you look closely, you will find that Wang Lang's ears are moving, his lower abdomen is calming down bit by bit, and slightly contracting towards it. The muscles on his arms roll up like a dragon under his skin.

choke!

Wang Lang draws his sword!

Only a white light shone out from the blade.

Time and space seem to be still, and the picture stops at that moment.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

Seven sounds came out almost at the same time.

Seven figures staggered back, each limping, and someone's legs were directly deformed.

Wang Lang carried the dragon tooth knife in his hand, his face turned slightly red, and the seventh level of the divine dragon was moved to its peak.

A sudden sound came.

"It's actually the sword-drawing style of the Kuangdao Gate. Who are you?"
Chapter completed!