Jin Rui took back his leather shoes, wiped them on the ground, glanced at Fan Guoxiong, and snorted lightly in his nose.

Turned around, leaned over, picked up two hand knives, and slowly walked towards the main entrance of the villa with the corpse on the ground.

Fan Guoxiong has entered Mingjin, which can be regarded as officially stepping into the ranks of martial artists, proving that this person's talent is extremely high.

But he also has a flaw, that is, he stayed too long in the early days of Ming Jin, and he didn't find the right way to improve his strength.

Maybe Fan Guoxiong thought that after entering the Mingjin realm, he would be able to eat and drink enough, and his lack of motivation was also a reason.

Jin Rui now has no internal strength, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to resolve the battle so quickly against Fan Guoxiong.

The problem is with the tiger fist.

This type of boxing is very popular in many countries in Southeast Asia, creating a variety of genres.

But the tiger roar plus the tiger pounce and the throat tearing this move are about the same.

To deal with the most powerful move of the Tiger Fist, Jin Rui has so many methods that he doesn't know which one to choose.

Because Jin Rui's first mission was the tiger-shaped fist he encountered.

There is an evil organization in Southeast Asia that once wanted to use human sacrifice to open a prehistoric civilization and obtain a sixteen-sided alloy weapon inside.

Eighteen-year-old Jin Rui went on a mission alone, and when he arrived at this place, he successfully entered the lair all the way and fought hand-to-hand with the local evil forces.

The first move was knocked down by the man's tiger roar and tiger pounce, and when it was over, he was hit by a tiger's claw, and his throat was torn open with a big hole.

In the end, this person was trampled by Jin Rui and his entire chest cavity was shattered.

And the first mission of the peerless heavenly soldier suffered such a tragic situation, which also made Jin Rui feel ashamed for the rest of his life.

After I went back, I did a lot of research on this kind of tiger boxing, and worked out dozens of counterattack moves.

Fan Guoxiong's Xingyi Tiger Fist is a variant move, but for Jin Rui, it is nothing new.

There are too many flaws in this move, and the biggest flaws are in the belly and chest.

The Tiger leaped down, the middle door was completely open, and all it took was to raise his fist and the man would crash into it on his own.

Jin Rui used the most ruthless move, drilling his heart legs!

With a punch in the heart, he kicked Fan Guoxiong to the ground, and then stomped on it, and half of his chest was shattered.

Dealt with Fan Guoxiong, stepped on the corpse, walked through a green lawn, and stood eight meters in front of the main entrance of the villa.

Facing the twelve bodyguards in black suits, standing on both sides, standing quietly and solemnly, like twelve legendary bronze figures.

Jin Rui's hands drooped, and his two knives were in his hands.

Twelve thick murderous auras came to the face!

Gripping and piercing!

Jin Rui couldn't help but squint his eyes!

The blood that has been lost for a long time is being ignited by these twelve murderous aura!

These black suits at the door are all dead soldiers of the Song family, and each of them has participated in overseas protection and combat missions.

In the early years of Iraq's reconstruction, Song Yang's father was doing oil there.

At that time, Iraq was in chaos, and Song Yang's father brought it over were all elites.

Over the course of a year, the elite died almost eight out of ten, and the living went from elite to predator.

These people at the door are the killing machines that have gone through nine deaths and crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood.

Twelve Predators, twelve killing machines.

Twelve bloodthirsty men with facial expressions.

The monstrous murderous aura emanated from the twelve dull, sluggish, and lifeless bodyguards, like twelve sharp swords piercing Jin Rui's perception.

Through perception, Jin Rui smelled the thick smell of blood!

A disgusting fishy smell. The stench of blood!

There is also the smell of the desert, the pungent smell of oil.

A long-lost, familiar taste.

Jin Rui took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, seemed to be reminiscing, and said softly: "How many years in the desert?"

The twelve bodyguards were silent, like twelve statues.

"I've been in the desert for almost eight years. It's not a human life. ”

Jin Rui muttered to himself calmly.

"Every day when the sun is exposed, graves are dug, scorpions and snakes are quicksand pits. Once, a large underground temple was dug up, and hundreds of thousands of scarab beetles came out, and they burned for five days and five nights with jets on their backs before killing them all..."

"I'm so tired that I'm not as good as a dog. ”

The twelve bodyguards still stood quietly, ignoring Jin Rui and hearing nothing.

Jin Rui said that the desert seemed to bring back memories, and then he began to talk to himself.

"Another time, also in Iraq, at the site of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the task was to find the black stone left in the ruins. There was a shootout with the local armed forces, and Lao Tzu was surrounded by thousands of people and beat Lao Tzu for two days and one night. ”

"806, M60, RPG, thousands of old AKs, shoulder-carrying stingers, wooden-handled grenades, grenades... The beating made Lao Tzu have blood holes all over his body, and the urine that came out of the nest was bloody. ”

Lao Tzu ate his own blood and urine, and continued to beat. In the end, the task was completed, and Lao Tzu also lay in the repair warehouse for a month, just a breath... Lao Tzu said goodbye to Blue Mercury. ”

Jin Rui looked at the twelve people: "When I see you, I see myself at the beginning, I can survive in that hell where every grain of sand is stained with blood and even ghosts are afraid, you are very good..."

"Really nice... Even the murderous aura of the Rangers and Delta is not as heavy as yours..."

"Even the local veterans who have been through a hundred battles are not as murderous as you..."

The faces of the twelve cold-blooded warriors moved lightly, and two of them raised their heads to face Jin Rui.

Jin Rui said quietly: "Alive... It's not easy... It's too late to walk away. ”

Twelve cold-blooded warriors responded to Jin Rui with practical actions.

Some stood still, others took a step back and took out their respective tactical daggers.

Among them were five Mitsubishi bayonets!

It's a deadly weapon that terrifies all killers and agents!

Poke it! Don't sew it up, bleed to death!

Jin Rui sighed softly, raised his head, and said slowly: "I remember you, you can also see me clearly, and you will be reincarnated in the future to seek revenge on me." ”

"Come, get you on your way. The double knives I used, very quickly, absolutely painless!"

The pupils of the twelve cold-blooded warriors tightened.

Jin Rui held the knife with both hands, the tip of the knife was facing down, and he slowly raised it to his chest and slowly stretched it out.

In the twilight, Jin Rui moved!

The twelve cold-blooded warriors suddenly felt the qi maneuver and moved with it.

Three tactical daggers slashed in front of Jin Rui, and three stabbed Jin Rui in the back.

Jin Rui's left hand turned over, the tip of the knife was wrong, his body protruded forward, and he held a knife flower in his right hand, and gently and accurately sent it into the gap of the tenth rib under a person's ribs.

That's where the spleen is.

Without pause, draw the knife, continue to thrust forward, a lunge, lean over, and pull up with both knives.

There were two muffled clangs, the sound of knives and tactical daggers clashing.

Two cold-blooded warriors raised their daggers and plunged down, and the other two jumped up and elbowed Jin Rui in the lower half.

Jin Rui fell to the ground to raise his breath, his back and spine twisted, and he strangely avoided the killing of four soldiers like a python.

With the tip of the knife facing upwards in his right hand, the whole arm was twisted three hundred and sixty degrees.

A circle of white light flashed and disappeared, accompanied by four bloody arrows.

Jin Rui rolled on his side, supported the ground with one hand, and kicked his left foot to a person's chest, and with the help of force, he flipped back, and the aerial hand knife changed its position, inserted it down, and hit the back of the neck of a cold-blooded soldier.

Stand still, and change the position of the double knife.

The blade of the knife was attached to the inner wrist, and it was impossible to see that Jin Rui had a weapon in his hand from the front.

A drop of blood trickled down from the blade and dripped on Jin Rui's Italian handmade leather shoes worth 8,000 yuan.

Make a move, dodge, strike again, get up, and stay on top.

Ten seconds.

During the battle, no one spoke, and they all fought to the death.

The seven who died did not let out any screams and wails.

Jin Rui fulfilled his promise, the knife was fast, the attack was accurate, and he was killed with one knife.

Jin Rui had an extra blood hole behind his back, and in order to fight the last one, Jin Rui suffered this knife.

Three-edged bayonet!

Blood was gurgling on the ground, and the seven dead cold-blooded warriors were in strange poses on the ground, without any fear in their eyes.

Those who have been in the war zone for so many years and have all the body parts are all people who have long seen life and death very openly.

Faced with the death of their comrades-in-arms, a trace of sadness and anger appeared on the faces of the five cold-blooded warriors.

Jin Rui was surrounded by five directions, each posing for his most comfortable knife pose.

The five snatching killing machines directly enveloped Jin Rui, Jin Rui breathed softly, and slowly raised his wrists again.

I don't know who made the first move, and then the six of them were coiled together.

This is the most desired close combat of the five cold-blooded warriors.

In close combat, one person can never be an opponent of five.

If one person hits you, you have to get four stabs from the other four.

This is the best tactic, the most tacit tactic.

Lives for lives.