A pair of hands silently stretched out from the darkness, and after two almost inaudible crunching sounds in the night wind, the throats of the two people were crushed by these hands. The hands crushed their throats and did not let go, but tightened and tightened, and finally crushed their cervical vertebrae.

Wang Sanren was sure that the two of them were dead before he let go, so he lay down in the middle of the two, silently looked at the two big gasoline drums for a while, and wondered what he me.

But no matter what it means, it must be Wang Feng's conspiracy, no need to ask, it must be very powerful, but fortunately, it has been destroyed by himself.

He found that there were still many people hidden in the mountains and forests, what should he do, should he quietly retreat, or should he continue to play with them? Soon he made a decision, that is, to continue playing, because the night was long, and he could not sleep when he returned. There are so many people who just solve the business together, killing two birds with one stone, so why not?

This is really a ridiculous thing, and I don't know if it's Wang Feng's luck or Chitaka Ichiro's bad luck? You must know that Wang Sanren's kung fu is not much worse than Wang Feng's, and the viciousness is far above Wang Feng.

It's a pity that they can't communicate effectively with each other, so there is no concerted cooperation, and in fact, Wang Sanren doesn't cooperate with anyone. He was like a lonely, hungry wolf, endlessly killing in the night.

There were a total of ten people in the mountain forest, and that was the eight main actors responsible for pouring oil on the fire inside and outside the villa, as well as Ichiro Chizo Chizo and Yamamoto. To say that these two were also unlucky, they patronized the excited whispered conversation to pass the time, and did not notice that the accomplices around them were dying in pain one by one.

It wasn't until Wang Sanren crushed the throat of the eighth arsonist that the two finally realized it. Chitaka Ichiro couldn't help but ask, "Who is there?"

There was silence all around, except for a cold mountain breeze. Chitakyuichiro knew that something was wrong, because no one of his own people answered him, which meant that something was wrong!

He drew his shiny short knife with a brush, and Yamamoto was also alert and half-knelt up to patrol around, but there was not even a ghost shadow around. Chitaka Ichiro slowly stood up, holding the knife in both hands and slowly walked to the hidden place of his own people, and with a sweep of his eyes, he found that these were already two dead people, and the hairs on his body stood up all at once.

Who could kill people under the noses of himself and Yamamoto without a word? Could it be that Wang Feng and the others had already noticed themselves, then this terrible murderer could be that powerful and invincible young man, right? Chitaka Ichiro's heart felt half cold, if it was him, Chitaka thought pessimistically, then Yamamoto-kun and I would be dead, right?

At this time, he didn't care about hiding anything, and said loudly: "Yamamoto-kun, be careful! Our people have been killed!" Yamamoto silently didn't answer, and said in his heart I don't know yet.

"Who is it?" if others might not pay attention to him, they must continue to hide and then attack him in the air.

But Wang Sanren is not a normal person, he had already detained two poison lings in his hand and was about to deal with him, as soon as he heard him say that he wanted to fight?

His sword skills are also good, although they are much inferior to the first-class masters in the club, but they are barely second-rate. But Wang Sanren is a first-class master, and he is a madman, is he? He saw Chimelong's knife momentum, and actually grabbed the sharp blade of the Japanese knife in his hand!

Chimelong's mind flashed through the way his opponent's hundred reactions, that is, he never expected him to grab his blade empty-handed. And almost everyone's reaction is the same, that is, to pull the knife back hard, this knife by Ichiro Nakhirakaro is a family heirloom, which was made by hand by an excellent knifesmith in ancient Japan for a year.

When his uncle gave it to him, he was ecstatic. He was already sneering in his heart when he drew his knife, because even if that man's hand was made of white iron, he could cut it into two pieces in one fell swoop! But the man he met was one of the few people in the world whose claws were harder than steel. The mighty eagle claw hand is also called the mighty vajra hand, and the vajra refining is not the same as idleness?

Therefore, although Chitaka Ichiro had almost used all his strength to draw the knife this time, he was not able to draw a single cent, and just when he was so surprised, Wang Sanren's left hand had already grabbed his chest, as if a hot knife had been inserted into the cream and pulled out his heart alive! Master duels, often one move can see life and death, and Chitaka Ichiro is not a master.

But his death is really not unjust, how many people can see their hearts before they die?

And Wang Sanren didn't seem to be very satisfied with this black heart, frowned, and threw it aside. This is a little too hurtful, so Ryukhiro's last thought was: Nani?

Although Wang Sanren fought with Chitaka Ichiro, he didn't forget that there was another guy next to him. So when Yamamoto howled and rushed over, he was already on guard. Yamamoto punched out, whirring with the wind, his fist was so powerful that he even shook Wang Feng excitedly, it can be seen that it is not trivial, and sure enough, Wang Sanren stretched out his claws and hit him, and he was also slightly surprised.

I didn't expect the last one to be a master? Martial arts are so good! He didn't dare to slack off, flashed his body, and seriously played with him. If Yamamoto hadn't broken his right arm by Baili, he and Wang Sanren would have been able to fight for half an hour without winning or losing, although they may be slightly inferior, but it would not be easy for Wang Sanren to defeat him.

But now his right arm can't move at all, not only can it not be used, but it has become a drag. As soon as the body moved, the wound quickly cracked open, not only the pain was unbearable, but the entire right half of the body could not move. In this way, he is not Wang Sanren's opponent at all, Wang Sanren also cared about his martial arts, and quietly gave him two poison lings when he made a move.

Yamamoto only felt a slight pain in his shoulder, and then he was numb all over, and he knelt on the ground with a poof, he knelt twice today, because he had met a big master he had never met in his life, so he had to kneel.

It's just that this time he can't get up again, unless Wang Feng is by his side now, and he is willing to help him treat him, he can save his life, but unfortunately Wang Feng is not there, and Wang Feng won't help him heal his injuries, okay?

Wang San endured killing ten people in less than five minutes, and it didn't take much effort, this guy was born a murderous demon king.

After a momentary respite, it was the turn of the few guys at the edge of the woods who were going to put up a barricade for the firetruck. The skills of these people are even more average, and Wang San endured and eliminated them all in less than a minute. The rise of his killing, and the feeling that he has found it? Then it is time to go to the villa to find Wang Feng, and he will be angry.

But this time he was really in a bit of trouble, because he had an encounter with the twelve ninjas in the woods. Although his steps into the woods were light, they were discovered by the ninjas, or at the same time, Wang Sannin. Listening to a strange sound of breaking wind, dozens of triangular shuriken shot at him, and he reacted quickly, rolling and hiding behind a big tree.

But he was still grazed by a ninja dart on the skin of his thigh, and a trace of pain made him even more excited. He quickly squeezed out the blood, threw an antidote pill and swallowed it.

Since he was hit by Wang Feng's golden needle last time, he now carries the antidote pill with him, although Wang Feng's golden needle is not poisonous, but he is also prepared, for example, didn't he use it this time?

The ninja darts are all quenched, but compared to his poison ling, the toxicity is too far behind, and he deals with it in a timely and rapid manner, so it doesn't affect his actions at all. But he didn't know that there were so many ninjas buried in this dark wood, so he couldn't help but be surprised.

He naturally recognized this kind of triangular shuriken, which is the ninja's unique dart, and said in his heart how did this Wang Feng do it. Suddenly, there was a slight sound on his head, and without raising his head, two poisonous lings shot up, and then his body dodged away and galloped under the big tree, and the poisonous lings in his hands came out one after another, shooting at the suspicious black shadow in the leaves.

His body was so fast, and his secret weapon technique was extremely skillful, that the ninjas were caught off guard, and soon five or six people fell down the tree with a crackle, only writhing on the ground twice and then never moving again.

Wang Sannin was so powerful that he suddenly jumped up like an eagle during his gallop, flew over the branches, and pulled out a large blood hole in the chest of a hidden ninja.

Ninjas are also unlucky, when they encounter such a strange thing, to be honest, even if Wang Feng comes, they may not be so miserable, at least Wang Feng will not live people's hearts. The ninjas who were hiding around heard the wind and quietly gathered, but they were in disbelief because most of their companions had already died.

The five ninjas were angry, were they? But they all felt a chill, they thought that this person might be a ghost, and that it was an evil spirit. Otherwise, how could so many people be killed in such a short period of time, isn't this scientific at all?

But the demon was still there, standing quietly in the dark looking at something in his hand.

How could he do this! This is not a demon! The five of them quietly approached the guy who seemed to be focused on the human heart in his hand, and the three of them surrounded him in a triangular state, while the other two stared at each other, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

But seeing that the man seemed to nod his head, he carefully put the human heart in his pocket, and then he raised his head and smiled at the ninjas, this smile was quite charming, but it broke the ninjas' hearts. Fortunately, everyone still stubbornly defeated the fear in their hearts, because the spirit of bushido has always been in their hearts.

Just as they were about to attack at the same time, the strange man raised his head and roared, his whistling was high-pitched and short, as if a poisonous snake had gotten into the ninja's ears and then desperately trying to get into their heads.