The appearance of the knife has not changed, and the jet-black blue light is very pure.

The wind blew from above, without any sound, and the knife looked as dull as Wong Tai Fook's body.

Big grin, casually, these two words are used to describe Huang Dafu's personality, but can you describe the knife in his hand now.

The knife and the person are actually the same, the will of the knife is determined by the person, and the person has the knife in his hand, and the belief is firmer.

to have more confidence and courage.

Now that Huang Dafu is holding the knife, is his courage even greater?

His face looked chubby, and his body looked languid.

When the knife was in his hand, only one thing changed, and that was his eyes.

There was no murderous intent in his eyes, and there was no murderous anger.

Some of them were so tightly ridiculed that they couldn't tell what he was laughing at.

Perhaps the only person who can be ridiculed is himself.

Because he washes his face and looks in the mirror every day, he always feels that he has gained weight again.

Pinching the fat on his cheeks, he will feel that he should not have practiced martial arts.

He was bullied a lot when he was a child, and because of such a body, he was always the object of ridicule by others.

But in the end, for some reason, the master passed on all his life's mastery to this big fat man who didn't seem to be suitable for martial arts.

So far, he has not been able to figure out many things, just as anyone knows that weight is the natural enemy of light martial arts, and everyone knows that the lighter the body, the more gain in martial arts.

But he's a fat man.

The four mice had no emotion, so naturally they couldn't see the mockery in his eyes.

They now treat Wong Tai Fook as a living prey, just like the animals they usually hunt when they train.

Of course, Huang Dafu knew better than anyone that these four rats were by no means so easy to deal with, and Long Teng trusted them so much, then their methods and martial arts skills must be beyond imagination.

It can be said that this is the strongest opponent he has ever faced in his life.

The knife was horizontal in front of the chest, and it looked very stable, and the slightest tremor of the hand could be transmitted to the knife.

But now the knife is as motionless as an ice sculpture.

Wong Tai Fook was surrounded by four rats in the middle, and it looked like he couldn't hold out for long, because his back was still bleeding.

Even he didn't expect that he would be so seriously injured with such a light scratch.

Fortunately, he was fat and bloody, and he couldn't die for a while.

Rao is like this, and the time he can hold on is extremely limited.

People are going to die, sooner or later.

Huang Dafu didn't want to die at this time, and he didn't want to die at the hands of such a group of rats, as long as he thought of dinner, hot wine, fragrant duck neck, and spicy hot pot, he didn't want to die at all.

For those who don't want to die, there is only one way, and that is to ask others to die.

For Huang Tai Fook, the current situation is even more serious than this, he must kill these people in a very short time, and then stop the bleeding from the wound on his back before he can survive.

To stay alive, his knife must also be fast enough.

Anyone can stalemate, but he can't, so his hand has moved.

As soon as his hand moved, it was a white light, and the color of the knife was not white.

It's just that his knife is still clean, which proves that his shot was not successful, otherwise it would have been more brilliant colors flying around.

Isn't blood the most beautiful color?

The four mice laughed, and their laughter was the kind of laughter that the conspiracy succeeded, and good things were about to happen.

When Huang Tai Fook swung a knife, it was impossible for them, as top hunters, not to notice the flaws of their prey, and it was impossible not to know Huang Tai Fook's desire to win at the moment.

Like a beast that hunts its prey, the hysterical side is always the loser.

"Who called him the prey", someone among the rats already laughed, for them, they have long been accustomed to seeing the prey in the last second of the dying struggle, hysterical counterattack.

The harder you pounce, the faster you die.

So they weren't afraid, they knew that Wong Tai Fook wouldn't last long with his current injuries.

Now the prey has begun to slowly fall.

Huang Dafu felt that his body became extremely heavy for a moment, and his mind was groggy, "What's the matter?" I'm going to die", he cried out unwillingly.

Four rats took the opportunity to surround him, licking their tongues and biting his neck.

The knife was still in his hand, but he couldn't exert any strength, he only felt weak and weak, whether it was bleeding too much.

The four rats were not polite at all, climbed up his fat body, and squeaked, "We are beasts, and it is not a dead end to fight us."

Huang Dafu smiled sarcastically, he slowly remembered the days when he was together with his friends, remembered Longxi, and also remembered Wuhanjiang.

Isn't Wu Hanjiang his good friend?

They were so good brothers that I couldn't help but think of the face that had been with him through hardships.

When people are dying, if they can remember some warm days, wouldn't it also be a kind of enjoyment.

By this time, the four rats had put their claws against his chest, and they cried out in a strange voice, "The beast should gouge out the heart of man."

"Beasts?" When Huang Dafu heard this, he laughed extraordinarily loudly.

This time he obviously didn't laugh at himself, he looked at the four mice in a daze and said, "Beasts? It's up to you to be worthy", he remembered Wu Hanjiang's cold face, and also thought of what the beast should be.

If there are still people in this world who dare to call themselves beasts, it is because they have never seen real beasts, and if they see Wuhanjiang, they may think that they are pets.

Huang Dafu thought so, and suddenly felt that his whole body gradually gained strength, and the fear in his heart slowly disappeared, and he thought to himself: "I'm not even afraid of Wuhanjiang, will I be afraid of you?" ”

It's ridiculous that a person who comes out of the Beastmaster would be afraid of four mice.

When the rat was about to bite his throat, when the claws were about to pierce his heart, the lightning flashed, and Huang Dafu suddenly rolled on the ground and picked up the scimitar.

Immediately after that, the wrist rotated twice skillfully, the white light flashed, the fallen leaves flew, the wind was red, and the surrounding blood splashed out.

"Tyrant knife, starting hand", Huang Dafu roared lowly, turned around with his knife, and slowly walked out of the alley.

The wound on his back was covered with mud because it was close to the ground just now, and now he couldn't even shed a drop of blood.

Dirt turned out to be the best hemostatic medicine.

Behind him were four corpses that claimed to be beasts, their eyes were not closed when they were dying, and the expressions on their faces were a little bit like the beasts should be, all of fear and panic.

Wong Tai Fook's back looked bloated and bulky, and his posture with a knife was still so ridiculous.

But he is who he is.

Huang Tai Fook is Huang Tai Fook, there is no second person like this in the world, and the ridicule may accompany him for the rest of his life on the road to the future, just as no one would have thought that he could practice a tyrant after many years.

But as long as you have the courage as a human being, you should know how blind the god of fate is if you don't work hard.

(End of chapter)