The knife was useless, and when he was about to cut again, he heard the sound of another chain coming off the wall, and the passer-by had already retreated. Before he could stand still, he saw a serpentine whimpering in the dim light and wind-breaking sound.

Retreat.

Passers-by retreated to the other end of the wall, watching the iron chain pass through his chest, the seven-hole machete in his hand, the frenzy seemed to have slowly cooled, and the corners of his mouth reappeared with a smile.

It's hideous.

Breaking the cocoon, the chain brushed over his head and wrapped around his right arm.

The chains grew shorter and shorter, and the clattering continued until at last it was like a snake meekly wrapped around its cocoon-breaking forearm.

Two more muffled voices rang out, and the other two chains were stretched out of their cocoons.

The chandelier on the flat top was shaken by the air current, reflecting the two flickering faces and the dust that began to dance lightly.

"Of all the people I've met, you should be in the top five in terms of fitness and in the top three in strength. Passerby Ding looked at the cocoon and smiled even more, "You are much stronger than I imagined, but for me, it can be regarded as a new challenge." ”

Breaking the cocoon can stretch the four iron chains directly out of the wall, and passers-by know that the person in front of him is no longer the same person who can be solved with a knife like those people before, and it is impossible to be tortured and killed by himself casually.

Breaking the cocoon grabbed the chain at one end of the handcuff with his left hand, and said lightly: "Among the people I have seen, your comprehensive ability should be ranked in the top twenty, and your killing ability should be ranked in the top five." ”

Judging by the passers-by's shots, this man's sheer killing skills surpassed even anyone he had seen.

If he was unprepared, this person might even be able to kill a high-level magician of Song Ziwen's level with a surprise attack.

There are iron chains weighing about 20 catties each on both feet, piled up at the feet, if you don't move, it's nothing, and if you move, it will inevitably affect the action of breaking the cocoon to a certain extent.

Of course, even if he broke the cocoon and didn't move, as long as his hands could move, he believed that passers-by wouldn't be able to hurt him.

For such a murderous maniac, Breaking the Cocoon will not pay attention to any magician taboos, besides, he is not a high-level magician now, and those taboos can't restrain him.

Moreover, when his own life is threatened, he will not pay attention to any taboos.

However, he has not worked with the "martial arts masters" of this era, well, he should be able to verify the effect of the "internal force envelope diagram", and he also wants to try real killing skills.

Breaking the cocoon stood in place, not moving.

Passers-by stood at the door and did not move.

The wind was finally able to pass through the slightly open iron door and blow into the confinement chamber, causing the iron door to shake slightly, making a dull "creaking" sound.

The lights hanging from the flat ceiling shook more violently, and the direction of the lights was more elusive.

The reflection on the iron chain coiled on the ground like a sleeping black snake spread along the chain with the shaking light.

Break out of the cocoon, one arm hangs calmly, and the other is raised at chest level.

He didn't dare to be careless. Yes, he knew that he was very strong, and if he punched him, he should be able to incapacitate passers-by, and if he hit him in the chest or head, he would definitely be killed.

However, he saw that the passer-by Ding was very flexible and had a lot of actual combat experience, so it was not easy for him to punch him.

Judging from the momentum of the passer-by Ding just now, he was completely sure that he would cut off his feet and necks with a knife, that is to say, the knife in his hand was very sharp, and if he was cut by him, the consequences should be very serious.

The end of the chain flowed out of his arm, and the pendant that had been tucked into the wall hung on it, and it seemed to be still at the moment, motionless.

"Good practice. Passerby Ding Yanya smiled, "Finally, you can see a little, if you don't have the power to resist like before, that feeling is worse than killing a chicken." ”

Breaking the cocoon didn't reply, he saw the knife light rise again.

Under the light, the knife is white.

The shadow of the knife was silent, there was no noise that cut through the air current, nor did it cut through the howling of the breeze, it was as light as a feather floating in the air.

The light of the sword was like electricity, like lightning that appeared out of thin air and streaked across the dim sky, and even the confinement room seemed a little brighter.

Breaking the Cocoon raised her arm and met the light with the chain wrapped around her arm.

Except for the breeze, there was silence.

The sword light did not collide with the chain, but flickered down, swept over the hand wrapped around the chain, and slashed towards the broken belly.

With one arm vibrating again, the iron chain flew out, and the nearly two-meter-long iron chain rolled towards the hand holding the knife.

Passers-by kicked the ground with one foot and kicked the wall with one foot, and the person had risen nearly two meters, and where the knife flashed, a white line slashed towards the neck of the broken cocoon.

The sound of the beep kept ringing, and the chains were released and closed,

The light of the knife appeared repeatedly, and the room flickered and darkened.

The lamps hanging on the platform swayed more sharply and swayed more widely, sometimes reflecting an indifferent expression, sometimes reflecting a hideous face.

I don't know how long it took, maybe minutes, maybe seconds.

There was a "snort" sound of torn shirts, and there were also doubtful "um" and "grass......

The flickering lights were softer, the wind was louder in my ears, and there was a heavy wheezing sound in my ears.

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Broken Cocoon stood behind the passer-by, with his knee on his waist, one hand coming out from under his armpit, grabbing his arm, holding his hand holding the knife to his shoulder, and the chain on the other arm wrapped around his neck several times.

There are many wounds on his chest, arms, and back that were cut by knives, and even a wound on his neck, if he wasn't a little more flexible, he would have caused at least three serious injuries and one direct death.

Yes, if you only talk about martial arts skills, breaking the cocoon really can't beat passers-by!

If he didn't have so many restraints on his body, he might be able to draw with the passer-by, but there was absolutely no chance that he wouldn't be able to kill the other party.

But he knew that if he didn't use "magic", he would be killed by passers-by in any environment.

In the face of a murderous maniac with such exquisite skills, he didn't dare to use "magic" to break the cocoon.

"Are you still an alien?" Passerby felt the chain around his neck getting heavier and heavier, his face flushed, and his nostrils erupted like fire.

The main parts of his body that can exert force or borrow force are locked up by the cocoon, and under the kind of power that can be said to be furious, he has no possibility of struggling to win with skill.

I didn't hear the answer from the cocoon, but I felt that the chains were getting tighter and tighter, and my thinking was getting more and more blurred.

The light flickered in front of me, and it was dim.

The sound of the wind was still faintly echoing in his ears, and in a trance, passers-by seemed to see something, and a warm smile appeared on his face full of scars.

"Thank you!" this may be the last and most sincere voice left by the passerby in this world.

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