A man in front of me had twisted his fist into a sledgehammer with the chain he was carrying, and although I dodged sideways, I was still scratched on the cheek, and the cold stinging sensation made me break his elbow directly without hesitation.

Then he turned around and kicked the guy in the back who was going to sneak up on me, and after quickly turning around, he grabbed him by the collar and punched him twice in succession.

The steel knuckles were far more powerful than the flesh fists, and the moment he was about to faint, I grabbed the clothes from his chest and threw them at the side of the staircase.

Then he turned around and continued to run forward, his feet flew up and kicked directly on another person, and then picked up the slinger stick he dropped on the ground, and reflexively smashed it into the neck of a person behind him.

After this series of movements, I clutched my chest and coughed twice, exhaled the stuffy breath in my chest, looked back, and began to rush out two or three people at the same time on the side of the corridor.

The people lying on the ground are moaning in pain, and now I don't have time to make up for those who are alive, and the people who are catching up are getting closer and closer, and this is no longer suitable for fighting, so I'd better rush up.

After a series of attritional battles, if the entire personnel I saw downstairs before, then I would have at least two-thirds of them down, but even so, the remaining one-third are all killers with full physical strength, and I can't take it lightly.

What's more, the bleeding arm, plus the one that was slashed in the previous clubhouse, is now almost half-useless, except for some balancing my movements and auxiliary attacks, which are completely supported by my right hand wearing the Knuckles.

Thinking of this, while going upstairs, I tore off the sleeve of my left arm, gritted my teeth and tightened the wound a little, and I couldn't completely exert myself after shaking my fist, it seems that this arm has to be lost here today.

At this moment, a few more people caught up under the stairs, in fact, when I was running, I always wondered why all the people were catching up from below, and no one was blocking me from the top down, of course, I can't care so much now.

When I rolled over and kicked the man in the chest, he took the opportunity to slash the side of my ankle with the scimitar in his hand, I retracted my thigh, twisted my foot on the ground hard, fortunately, I didn't break the hamstring, it seems that the height of the stairs does not give me an advantage.

I took a few more big strides to the top corner, and when the two men caught up, I first smashed one of them in the abdomen, and after the other man had punched me in the face, I bit down on his hand before he could take his fist back.

As he screamed, another leg kicked him in the crotch, and as he bent over in pain, I grabbed his head and threw it directly at the man with the scimitar in his hand, and the moment the two collided, I made up for it and slammed them into the wall at the same time.

Then I was holding on to the stairs and gasping again, and my mind had just flashed to how long I could last in this state, when the scimitar man got up and slashed at me, because he was very slow at this time, so I easily dodged the attack.

Another punch was given to him in the abdomen, and he began to retch, and I continued to hit him the neck, and with a shattering bone, he fell to the ground.

Tilting my head, a few noisy footsteps began to surge downstairs, and I grabbed the handle of the stairs and began to walk up, and by this time I was already on the top floor, and the light reflected from the door was already in front of me.

But despite this, the entire corridor was still dark except for the one at the door, and the moment I stepped into the corridor, the people behind me also chased me up from the bottom of the stairs.

I ignored them and continued to walk forward against the wall, according to the agreement, as long as I could see Kim Shuxian's face, he would die.

But before I could take a few steps, I felt a trace of something strange behind me, so I frowned and looked back, the few people who had caught up from the stairs were just standing at the door of the stairs and did not move, looking at them with only some vigilance, but they did not mean to catch up.

I guessed correctly, shook my head and smiled bitterly, then turned my head and looked at the light in front of me, and suddenly saw a woman with an extremely perfect appearance coming out of the darkness, holding a Tang knife in her arms, looking at me expressionlessly.

Shocking.