The square-faced soldier flashed out in time, jumped forward and pushed the yellow hair away, and then turned around, and the man with his back to the southern heaven stabbed the machete into the man's chest.

"Huh~"

The knife was slowly drawn, and the man fell to the ground as if the power had been cut off.

"Brother, you still have to practice!" The corners of the square-faced soldier's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the embarrassed yellow hair who fell to the side and said, "It's not suitable to be in the underworld so carelessly!"

Huang Mao looked embarrassed, and quickly got up and said, "Hehe, you are suitable, you are more suitable than me!"

The thug and the soldier smiled at each other one last time, and then continued to kill upwards with the brothers beside them, the knife constantly waving, and the blood splashed from time to time, gliding through the ethereal arc.

At this time, Yang Shuhuang had already gone to the top floor alone, the machete in his hand pointed vertically at the ground, and a stream of blood stains on the tip of the knife slowly dripped down. He stood alone at the staircase on the top floor, and at this time, there were more than two dozen big men in black suits on the top floor, all burly and strong.

And behind this group of people stood a person Yang Shuhuang wanted to see the most at the moment, Bing Yan! These two dozen big men in black suits were preparing to escort Bing Yan to escape.

"What, do you want to go down, then let me give you a ride!" Yang Shuhuang raised the knife in his hand slightly, and said this pun indifferently.

Bing Yanqiao, who was standing only ten meters away in front, was full of anger, glared at Yang Shuhuang and shouted, "Kill him!"

The crisp but sharp voice made people shudder, and the two dozen or so black-clothed bodyguards flashed their knives and rushed towards Yang Shuhuang in unison.

"!"

Yang Shuhuang roared, and the person had already rushed out.

The two big men who rushed to the front raised their machetes high and slashed towards Yang Shuhuang's head, Yang Shuhuang did not dodge at all, but burst out faster than the knife in an instant, and slammed into the big man on the right.

"Uh~"

The big man on the right was hit in the chest by Yang Shuhuang with a strong shoulder, and then flew out sideways, and at the same time, the knife in Yang Shuhuang's hand also swung fiercely to the left.

The blade of the knife grazed his neck, a stream of warm plasma spurted out, and another man fell.

Yang Shuhuang didn't stop all the time, and he slashed out one after another, constantly shuttling in the encirclement of those men.

"Yikes!"

The body jumped high, and the machete in Yang Shuhuang's right hand fell from the sky, cutting through an extremely full and arc. The arc ends, and the figure falls to the ground. After a while, more than 20 bodyguards were cut in half by Yang Shuhuang, and Yang Shuhuang was stabbed in the back, and the new wounds and old scars were superimposed together.

"Die!"

At this time, a one-meter-nine man killed, shouted violently, and swung out the machete horizontally.

Yang Shuhuang hurriedly squatted down, stood on the ground with one foot in the center of the circle, and swept quickly with the other foot, and swept the big man's ankle at once. Knocked the big man down in an instant, Yang Shuhuang got up at this time, raised his right foot violently, kicked it out with a kick, and kicked it on the man's head, and it turned out again.

Time passed minute by minute, and only three of the more than twenty bodyguards were still standing, and Yang Shuhuang burst out with strength and endurance that he himself was afraid to be surprised. He's great, but he's really not so powerful.

These people who protect Bingyan are all specially trained, and some of them are from special forces, and it is impossible for Yang Shuhuang to defeat more than 20 masters by himself and feel that his whole body is full of strength. Maybe that's the power of hatred, when you see the enemy you hate the most, you can burst out to the limits of your body.

Seeing that most of his companions were killed and injured in Yang Shuhuang's hands, the remaining three people began to cringe, they kept retreating, and their bodies couldn't help but become trembling.

"Rubbish!" Bing Yan had been standing behind these people, looking at the three bodyguards who had retreated, and couldn't help but curse. Then she bent down, and her long white hand reached out with a knife that snatched the hand of a man, and then, with a magnificent dance, cut through the three people in a row side by side.

The knife slashed through the void in a dreamlike way, and the three of them died at the hands of the woman they were protecting.

"Hehe, the knife technique is good!" Yang Shuhuang hooked the corners of his mouth and sneered. Now the bodyguards are all gone, and only him and Bingyan are left. Yang Shuhuang fought hard, and now has three new knife wounds on his body. Two at the back and one at the waist.

But Yang Shuhuang, whose blood was constantly flowing out, did not have the slightest strange expression, and all his attention was on the only person in front of him. And Bingyan on the other side had already held the machete she snatched from the bodyguard in front of her chest, and her movements were very sophisticated.

"You, I never beat a woman, but today I want you to pay for your blood debt!" Yang Shuhuang said fiercely.

"If you have this strength, come on!" Bingyan had already woken up from the initial loss of soul, revealing her true colors as the first flower of the Southern Heavenly Underworld. She had already lost to Li Huan in strategy, and her anger was even worse at this time, knowing that her confident plan was all shattered, and because of her plan, Nan Tianming paid an extremely painful price.

"Drink!"

Yang Shuhuang roared, stepped out, and swung the knife straight at Bingyan.

"Bell~"

Bingyan turned the blade suddenly, separating Yang Shuhuang's knife, and then instantly stabbed the knife at Yang Shuhuang.

Seeing that the blade was about to pierce him, Yang Shuhuang hurriedly bent back, and kicked out with his right leg.

"Uh~"

Bingyan's knife hadn't stabbed Yang Shuhuang yet, but she was hit in the lower abdomen. Yang Shuhuang's legs are much longer than a machete, and the legs are the longest weapon in a person's body.

Bingyan was kicked hard, her body stumbled and fell backwards, and the knife in her hand fell to the ground.

Bingyan, who was kicked in the lower abdomen, looked extremely painful, Yang Shuhuang's foot strength was really amazing, Yang Shuhuang showed no mercy at all, and it was the position of the lower abdomen that hit. Bingyan is a woman, and this blow almost killed her, and it was difficult for her to stand up, who was originally good at fighting.

Bingyan fell to the ground, trying to support her body and stand up, but she couldn't exert any strength, and the tingling pain from her lower abdomen made her tears flow. People shed tears when they are overstimulated, not necessarily because they are afraid. Sometimes if it's too painful, it will cry, and if it's too happy, it will cry.

Yang Shuhuang let out a long sigh and walked in front of Bingyan. There was not the slightest sympathy in his eyes, and he hated Yang Shuhuang to the extreme for this beautiful woman who fell to the ground, because the death of Qiao Bu Bin and Yuan Jinxuan had been echoing in his mind since that day, and he had vowed to take revenge, and he would not hesitate at this time.

Holding the hilt of the knife with both hands at the same time, it was slowly raised high, like the action of an executioner in ancient times.

"When you go down, remember to apologize to my dead brothers!"

Yang Shuhuang stared at Bingyan deadly, muttered a sentence in his mouth, and then swung out the machete fiercely.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, suddenly...

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