In martial arts, or fantasy, there are many characters who can defeat a hundred or even a thousand with one.

But Zhou Hao has always scoffed at this.

In his opinion, there is an absolute limit to the potential of the human body, and this upper limit is not too high. Not to mention that one person is worth one army, if one can fight ten, in modern society, I am afraid it is already a great existence.

Of course, this ten-finger is not those wine bags, rice bags, and weak straw bags.

It's like the number one master in their hall.

Zhou Hao once passed the limit of Menghe, at most one person singled out the fourteen good players in the hall, and if there was one more, Menghe would lose, and it would be a very quick defeat.

And around him at this moment, there are more than 40 brothers who dare to fight, and the brave Menghe, the other party is alone, can he still turn the sky upside down?

Seeing that the other party was single-handed, Zhou Hao completely relieved himself, took a step back, and said in a deep voice: "Up!"

This is not those hooligan ruffians who do not enter the stream, before Zhou Hao's words fell, Meng He suddenly took a step forward, and at the same time, took the mountain knife from the hand of a brother next to him, took the lead, and rushed towards the comer.

He held a knife in one hand, and his momentum roared, and he was indeed a fierce general.

Silent night.

Shouts of killing erupted.

These Hutang men were not reconciled, tightened the blades in their hands, and rushed towards the same target like wolves pounced.

The knife light tumbled, almost covering the moonlight.

If ordinary people see this scene, they are afraid that they will be scared out of their urine.

Zhou Hao stood in front of the villa, squinting his eyes, as if he had seen the end of the other party being hacked to death with a knife, and a deep sneer was involved on his face.

But before his smile could fully expand, it quickly froze on his face.

I saw that the figure faced an opponent dozens of times his own, but he was not flustered, because the distance was too far and the night was dark, Zhou Hao couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, but what he could clearly see was that the other party was like a duckweed, no matter how the knife waves rolled, his figure swayed and fell under the knife light, but it never overturned.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Menghe, who went into battle in person, has a deep understanding.

He is very confident in his knife speed, in the entire Tiger Hall, his knife skills are second to none, but now he has cut eight or nine knives, and every time he believes that he can cut the opponent to the ground, but in the end, he didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

As time passed, the strange feeling in his heart grew stronger.

He felt that the figure in front of him did not look like a person, but like a ghost with no body in the void.

"Hack him to death for me!"

Meng He waved his knife and roared, forcing himself to suppress the strange feeling in his heart, "If you slash a knife, you will be rewarded with 100,000 yuan, and you will be rewarded with 1 million if you kill you!"

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men.

Outside the villa, the murderous atmosphere became more and more intense.

The faces of the dozens of masters suddenly became excited, and they were hideous, and the speed of swinging the knife was even faster, and the strength became more and more ruthless.

Unfortunately, their bravery is indeed visually thrilling, but it does not have the actual effect.

The figure that flickered and moved under the heavy encirclement as if it was out of gravity suddenly leaned back, dodging a knife light that slashed horizontally, and the upper body formed a parallel angle to the ground, and a person behind him saw this opportunity, and without hesitation, he raised the knife and slashed at his neck, obviously wanting to cut him in two.

The man who came single-handedly on the moon was unflustered, his arm was raised in an instant, and his index finger was pointed at the opponent's wrist.

It seemed to be a light finger, but the powerful Hutang man was like a heavy blow, his face turned pale, and he only felt that his entire right arm was instantly paralyzed and out of control.

The heavy mountain opener lost control, slipped out of his hand, and was firmly held in the man's hand.

His eyes were still dull, his body flipped over, and he dodged a knife again, and at the same time, the mountain knife in his hand spun like a windmill.

The wind is fierce.

Blood splattered up, arms were cut off and thrown up, accompanied by a hoarse scream.

Next, Zhou Hao finally understood why Gan Ji died tragically in his own manor that was heavily guarded.

More than forty brave and good players, in front of this person, are like local chickens and dogs, without the power to fight back, from the perspective of Zhou Hao's outsider, it looks like a butcher in the slaughterhouse is killing chickens and pigs.

Blood splashed with the light of the knife, screams were endless, and the ground was full of broken bodies, with hands, heads, legs, and even half of people's bodies were cut off by the waist, but they were not dead, dragging the intestines that flowed out and crawling desperately on the ground.

Living death.

A real hell on earth.

Zhou Hao thought that his heart was hard enough, but at this time, his legs couldn't help but start trembling.

It seems that in just a blink of an eye, the scene has calmed down, Meng He, who is full of blood and water, looked at the man who was walking towards him step by step with a knife, his lips trembled, he no longer had the courage to take the lead before, and the eyes of the previous fierce people were surging with undisguised fear.

He was not injured, and the blood on his face was not his own, but he had lost the courage to continue fighting.

This man is simply not human, and he kills people to give people the feeling that he is really just killing chickens.

It seems that in his eyes, these people who are lying on the ground now are not his kind at all.

"......Who are you, who are you?"

Meng He swallowed his saliva, forcibly suppressed the urge to turn around and run, and barely maintained the last trace of dignity.

But the other party didn't answer him, the blade of the knife rubbed against the ground and made a piercing sound, and then a round of knife light was fierce and dazzling, cutting through the night!

"Zheng ......"

A crisp metal collision sound suddenly sounded, although he had lost the courage to resist, but years of life-and-death struggle in the face of danger still made Meng He subconsciously raise his knife to block.

But it's like a mantis arm as a car.

The two knives collided, and his knees were directly smashed to his knees, and the knife in his hand fell from his hand because he couldn't help it.

"Bang Bang ......"

The opener flicked on the ground.

Meng He's body was split directly from the middle of his head, like chopping wood, and was split in half with a knife.

The scene is so terrifying and bloody that it is difficult to describe in words.

After the knife slashed Meng He to death, it even slashed into the ground by more than an inch, which shows how terrifying its power is.

The man's expression that caused all this still did not change, and he didn't even move his eyes, let go of the knife handle, and walked towards Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao's face was as white as paper, as if he had seen a powerful ghost, his eyes fluctuated violently, he couldn't control it anymore, he fell to the ground with a thud, and even kowtowed, his head and the ground made a muffled sound, you can imagine how hard it was.

"Spare ......"

Three watches, asking for votes.

Don't give a ticket, be careful that the lonely soul comes to the door tonight.

(End of chapter)