The dazzling sword light is fascinating, but often the fascinating things are a little unreliable and flashy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For example, these two katana swords that slashed at Zhang Wenqing, they made a whistling sound in the void, giving people a sense of majesty and domineering, and people did not dare to touch them.

But in this process, Zhang Wenqing just raised his hand, and the kitchen knife in his hand had already broken the throats of the two.

The major artery in the throat was cut by a kitchen knife, just like killing a chicken, and the hot blood gushing out instantly would definitely have a strong visual impact.

The blood vessels of the human body are naturally much larger than those of chickens and ducks, so the blood spurting out of the throats of the two Japanese martial arts, or ninjas, is like a fountain, more like two blood swords, and they shoot out directly.

"Puff Puff !!"

There was no scream, only the direct sound of a kitchen knife cutting through the throat, very crisp.

Blood kept gushing out from the necks of these Japanese samurai, Zhang Wenqing's knife, the knife kills people, his knife will not be handed out easily, but every time it is handed out, a fresh life will be harvested.

Poof!

Poof!

One after another, black figures fell to the ground, but they all fell after Zhang Wenqing passed between them. Moreover, everyone who fell tried desperately to cover their necks with their hands, to cover the blood that was spurting out of their necks at a terrible speed.

However, the wound on his neck was too big to cover at all.

Zhang Wenqing rode the dust, and a kitchen knife split a bloody road, no one can stop it, no one can avoid it!

Every time he swings his sword, it is so natural, so smooth, so that the enemy is unavoidable, not only that, but the power of each of his knives is used just right, not a single point will be wasted, and it will not be due to excessive power conservation and insufficient strength to kill.

Therefore, none of the fallen Japanese samurai or yakuza had their heads chopped out, but they all left a blood groove on their necks, and then they all fell to the ground with their necks covered, unable to scream, and died of drowsiness and panic, at most, their bodies convulsed a few times after falling to the ground, but in the end, no one was spared.

"Puff Puff !!"

In the corridor, blood splattered, and the sound of blades piercing into flesh continued to spread, and there was no scream, but soon there were other people's terrified roars and roars.

Those who did not die, seeing so many companions and comrades-in-arms lying in a pool of blood, and all of them were killed by Zhang Wenqing cutting their throats with a kitchen knife, these people had unprecedented fear in their hearts, many began to tremble in their legs, their movements stiffened, and many more roared and roared wildly to cover up the fear in their hearts.

The people who can come to contain Zhang Wenqing are naturally not ordinary people, even if they are the weakest, they are swordsmen who came out of Japan's major martial arts schools and dojos, and they belong to the traditional Japanese members of bushido, with a katana in hand, and the combat effectiveness of these people can at least be compared with ordinary special forces.

It's just that how can ordinary special forces stop Zhang Wenqing?

Even if there are many people, even Xiao Qiang can't stop them, how can they stop people like Zhang Wenqing?

It was a massacre, a massacre without any suspense.

A few minutes later, Zhang Wenqing walked through the corridor and came to two floors below, this is the fourth floor, there is an elevator, but he can't take the elevator, so he will only kill from the stairs.

With a kitchen knife, Zhang Wenqing went from the fourth floor to the first floor, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the situation of this building with corpses everywhere and rivers of blood.

When he came downstairs, Zhang Wenqing stood in the snow, and the kitchen knife in his hand kept dripping blood, but the bright red blood disappeared after falling on the snow, and there was no red and white snow, only leaving holes in the snow, and the blood dripped down, melting the snow in an instant, and it was impossible to dye it with the snow.

"Bang!"

When Zhang Wenqing was standing in the snow, chasing a group of samurai at the staircase behind him, but no one in that group of samurai dared to really rush up and cut him, among the members with guns on the street outside, I don't know who couldn't help but raise his hand and pull the trigger with a shot.

Jingling!

The sparks splashed, and the kitchen knife in Zhang Wenqing's hand blocked the bullet with great precision, the steel of the kitchen knife was really good, better than the rigidity of those katanas, and it was not dented by the bullet, but only left a little trace.

Takeshita's eyelids jumped, and a strong sense of respect arose in his heart.

All around, those members from the Takeshita family and the Iga family, as well as the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Black Dragon Society, who completely surrounded this street, were all shocked by the scene of Zhang Wenqing blocking the bullet attack with a kitchen knife, and countless people showed horror and worship, looking at Zhang Wenqing like a monster.

"Don't shoot, it's a shame for the martial arts of our Great Japanese Empire!"

Kensei Takeshita looked at a corner with an angry look, a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi was frightened by his scolding, his face turned pale and trembled, just now he was not used to seeing Zhang Wenqing dragging and shooting, but he was also frightened by Zhang Wenqing blocking his bullet with a kitchen knife.

All around, those underworld elements with guns heard Takeshita Kensheng's voice, and immediately felt countless eyes looking at them, which made them all feel ashamed.

Japan is a very strange people, and the Japanese bushido spirit is also very strange, and the things they worship cannot be desecrated, such as the spirit of bushido. So, when Takeshita Kensei said that, those who came with guns felt ashamed and a little embarrassed.

There was a gloom all around, but Zhang Wenqing smiled at Takeshita Jiansheng and said: "Winning more than less is a shame, so why care what kind of weapon to use?"

As he spoke, Zhang Wenqing shook his wrist, and the kitchen knife roared out, slashing the member of the Yamaguchi Group who shot him more than 30 meters away directly to the ground.

It was hard to imagine how fast the kitchen knife flew without seeing it with your own eyes, and when it was directly embedded in the neck of the Yamaguchi-gumi member, the crowd around them was awakened, but when they looked over, they only saw a bloody sword splashing out of the man's neck, and his body fell straight to the ground.

A thick chill instantly rushed into the depths of everyone's souls.

Between talking and laughing, killing people like hemp, what kind of person is this man?

The people in the field are either real samurai or underworld violents, who don't have a few lives under their hands, but now looking at Zhang Wenqing, they feel that they are pure like a child, and Zhang Wenqing is the big devil who kills people without blinking.

Arrogant!

Arrogant!

Powerful!

Everyone looked at Zhang Wenqing, and these words popped up in their minds.

This guy is so terrible, he doesn't have any meaning or limit to his life, and killing people is like playing a game to him.

He alone can face the whole world, this is his own battle, and it is also his own world!

Kill the world!

"Do you know what it means to 'take the enemy's head among the ten thousand armies'?" Zhang Wenqing looked at Takeshita Jiansheng and suddenly grinned.

Takeshita Jiansheng may not know so much about Chinese culture, but he is very clear about the meaning of this sentence, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the words, and his heart was shocked, and he shouted: "Stop him!"

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