"Ah, a kitchen knife or something?" That little brother is a little timid, this second master's eyes are actually looking at himself, and he is looking at other places with another eye, is this astigmatism or what's wrong?

"Kitchen knives? My dish is your mother? Zhao Yan listened to this little brother's words, and spit out a mouthful of old blood that was not angry, and he slapped the little brother on the head like thunder, and scolded: "You are still stunned there, why don't you go and get it for me." ”

"Ouch, second master, let's go." The other brother put the blaster on his shoulder on the shoulder of the person next to him, and the man's crumbling body stabilized in the midst of the man's cry.

Here, Zhou Chen fought with Westerners once, and the tiger's mouth in his right hand was already cracked, which collided with a punch with Westerners, and the wound on his right hand was pulled directly to his wrist, and Zhou Chen, who was in pain, grinned.

"Hmph, you're just a brick." I don't know if Westerners don't know much about Chinese words, but anyway, saying it makes people want to burst into laughter.

Zhou Chen endured the pain, pointed to the red brick on the head of the steel monster whose head was clubbed on the ground over there, and laughed: "Haha, look at whether it is a brick, ouch, I'll go, and Nima really hurts." ”

This may be the joy and sorrow, the rain hitting the wound is not an ordinary pain.

"Damn it, I'll kill you." Westerners were angry at one time, and the sword brush in his hand stabbed out a few more swords, Zhou Chen dodged back, a blood mark appeared on his face, he touched his hand and looked at the bloodstains in his hand, his eyes froze, this bastard wants to ruin his appearance.

If you don't have anything to eat in the future, it's not bad to eat with your face?

"Come on, come on, labor and management are afraid that you won't succeed?" Zhou Chen jumped to his feet angrily, pointed at the Westerners who rushed towards him with his left hand, and scolded: "You girl, I don't know your mother if I don't beat you today, I'm not a human."

"Hmph, I'll fulfill you." The sword in his hand stabbed several swords in a row, these swords were extremely tricky and vicious, and a sword came towards Zhou Chen's eyes, and was dodged by Zhou Chen.

The Westerner didn't stab with a sword, and hurriedly returned to the sheath, and was floated over his head by Zhou Chen's head with a low roar, and then the last sword was stabbed between Zhou Chen's legs.

"Damn, you're trying to cut me off." Zhou Chen scurried back, his legs were closed, and the cold wind was really swishing down there, and the cold sweat on his forehead was rising, if he had been half a step slower just now, he would really say goodbye to sex forever.

"Hehe, you're eating my sword." The Westerner sneered, and the sword in his hand rushed towards Zhou Chen one after another.

"Grandma, this guy is really powerful, he can actually force himself to this point." Zhou Chen said secretly in his heart, but when his eyes suddenly swept over the things held in the hands of a junior brother opposite, a smile appeared on Zhou Chen's face.

"Knives!" Zhou Chen shouted, and the frightened Westerner who was about to rush up trembled, and quickly turned around with a sword, but this sword was destined to fail, because there was no one behind him at all.

When the disciple of the Zhao Sect heard Zhou Chen's shouting, the knife in his hand was thrown towards Zhou Chen, and the little brother's mouth shouted: "Zhou Shao, hack that girl to death." ”

Everyone listened to his words, and he hurriedly apologized to Zhao Yan and the others, hugging his fists again and again.

Zhou Chen stepped forward with an arrow, jumped up, caught the mountain knife, and there was a long wooden handle underneath, caught the knife, and laughed: "Come on, there is a guy in the hands of labor and management this time, see if your Western sword is powerful or my wood-chopping knife is powerful." ”

"Hmph." The Westerner snorted coldly, he didn't care, the sword in his hand attacked Zhou Chen at one time, and the knife in Zhou Chen's hand resisted the Westerner with a single square, and the blade in his hand slashed towards the Westerner's waist as soon as the blade turned in his hand.

The Westerner's sword blocked the blade, and one dodged to Zhou Chen's side, the sword in his hand stabbed towards Zhou Chen's ribs, and he had a smile on his face, because he thought that Zhou Chen would never be able to dodge.

But his face froze suddenly, because the knife in Zhou Chen's hand actually turned around and blocked his sword all of a sudden, and Zhou Chen's knife had already slashed towards him like crazy.

The knife was so powerful and powerful that the Westerners had no choice but to fly out, but a long cut was still made on his foot.

"Phew!" Zhou Chen spat and wiped the blood on his hand, the injury in his right hand was not ordinarily serious, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the hilt.

The Westerner was furious, he was actually injured in the foot, which was almost a pain that penetrated into the bone marrow, making him a little tired, which was the reason for excessive blood loss, which was already the blood in the body of the exercise was flowing rapidly, so the blood was gushing out like an open faucet.

"Look at the knife!" Zhou Chen took the hot iron, if he didn't solve this guy, maybe there would be an extremely powerful guy coming up later, if there were two of them at once, he would really be powerless to parry.

As for the Zhao Sect disciples who were nervously holding their breath behind them, they didn't expect too much from them, if this Western swordsman dealt with them, he would definitely not be able to kill them all one by one more than the effort of Chacha.

The Westerner fought hard, and the sword in his hand was on his head, and he was able to resist this knife when he slashed at it, but he was a little struggling with the knives that came one after another like a storm, and his arm was completely numb from the shock, and the sword in his hand was also bent down from the middle.

The Westerners were shocked, if they lost their swords, they would be completely passive, just like Zhou Chen before.

"I want to run!" Zhou Chen shouted angrily, the head of the knife propped up on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, and then chased after him with the knife, the Westerner kept fleeing and kept looking back, seeing Zhou Chen pulling the knife and following behind reluctantly, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to rush towards Zhou Chen, and the sword in his hand that had been bent in his hand roared towards Zhou Chen.

The knife in Zhou Chen's hand was rounded, and the sword fell heavily to the ground with a loud bang, and then jumped on the ground a few times.

"Whoosh!"

"Huh?" Zhou Chen's eyes condensed, and as soon as he kicked the blade with his right foot, the swarthy blade ejected, and the knife in Zhou Chen's hand frantically waved in front of him to form a wall of knives, and in the clanging sound, he wore a black robe and a face towel to reveal a pair of thunderbolt black and white eyes.

The most eye-catching thing is that he holds a scimitar that reaches his chin in his hand, this knife is very familiar with the sword, but its back is thicker and longer, if the person holding the knife is one meter six tall, then his knife will be one meter three or four long.

"Western devil, you go and deal with the wound, it's enough for me to have Miao Mountain here." The short and sturdy man shouted to the Westerners who were looking at Zhou Chen not far away, and said, "When you go back, don't forget, give me money." ”

The Westerner didn't speak, just nodded, then turned and left.

Zhou Chen looked at this man who called himself Miao Shan and said, "Are you from Huaxia?" ”

Miao Shan listened to Zhou Chen's words, shook his head and said, "NO, NO, how can I be a Chinese?" ”

Zhou Chen squinted his eyes, not that he wanted to squint his eyes to scare people, but that the rain slid from his forehead to his eyes, and it was a little stinging.

"Since that's the case, then I won't have so much to care about when I kill you." Zhou Chen's voice was cold, this person actually didn't admit that he was a Chinese, so let him die in the hands of his own Chinese.

"Hehe, your knife is really domineering." Miao Shan glanced at Zhou Chen's knife on the ground, and then said with a smile: "I want to see if your knife is powerful, or my knife is powerful." ”

"Nyima!" Zhou Chen is not interested in fighting with this guy here, if you want to fight, just say it clearly, don't talk nonsense there, and the knife in his hand slashed towards Miao Mountain.

As soon as the knife in Miao Shan's hand was horizontal, the knife slashed on the scabbard in his hand, and the scabbard made of pear blossom wood suddenly snapped into two sections from the middle, and the two knives bit together, that is, they wrestled with each other.

"Didn't you eat today?" Miao Shan leaned on the scabbard with one hand, held the handle of the knife with the other, looked at Zhou Chen with a smile on his face, and said, "I am making the force ......."

He didn't finish his words, because his whole person was pushed back a few steps by Zhou Chen, which made his face unbearable, although he was wearing a face towel, but Zhou Chen could feel that he was definitely blushing.

"Look at my Xin You knife technique." The knife in Miao Shan's hand flicked it, and the scabbard that was broken into two sections flew towards Zhou Chen, and the knife in Zhou Chen's hand waved, splitting the two scabbards that came like meteors in front of him, and at this time the knife in Miao Shan's hand had already slashed towards Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen took the knife and knocked it away, knocked Miao Shan's knife away, and slashed Miao Shan with a wave of the knife, the back of the knife blocked Zhou Chen's knife, and then slashed towards Zhou Chen's neck.

"Hehe, this is your Xinyou knife technique?" Zhou Chen laughed strangely, and the knife in his hand slashed out in a row, and the frightened Miao Shan hurriedly dodged because Zhou Chen's knife was too fast, and when his knife was still in the air, the knife in Zhou Chen's hand had already cut his belt.

"You ......" Miao Shan held the pants that fell to the ground with one hand, the knife in his hand pointed at Zhou Chen obliquely, a pair of eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, and then took off the pants, wearing a pair of colored pants and slashing at Zhou Chen is crazy.

"Haha!" Zhou Chen laughed while resisting, and the knife in his hand kicked Miao Shan's right leg with a snapping sound.

There was a footprint on his right leg, that is, he was kicked by Zhou Chen just now, he grinned a little, and his eyes were fixed because Zhou Chen's knife was slashing towards him at once.

"Fight!" Miao Shan secretly snorted, the knife in his hand hurriedly resisted, this week's knife was faster than a knife, and each knife made Miao Shan feel miserable, isn't this guy tired?

The strength of each knife is ordinarily large, which means that this knife that comes like a storm of chopping wood makes him really feel powerless.

The two of them distanced themselves, not because Zhou Chen didn't want to continue attacking, but because he suddenly wanted to go to the toilet, he couldn't give himself a few slaps, why did he go to the toilet at this time?

If this person does strenuous exercise, it will definitely speed up the metabolism of the body, the human body is not much different from the engine to a certain extent, this drives the engine to rotate gasoline, and people are driven by food, our stomach is like this engine, it needs a lot of power, it will accelerate the digestion of the stomach.