Blood flowed down the broken neck, forming a small pool of water in an instant, and a pungent smell of blood rushed to the face.

"That's what counts as a knife." Yan Murong didn't even look at the corpse, swept the dagger in his hand, sighed, and muttered. "There are a dozen more people, it's really troublesome."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Murong's figure disappeared again, continuing to hide in the dark, waiting to hunt the next target.

Yan Murong felt that these dead soldiers were too stupid, otherwise he would be in danger of being surrounded by a shout just now, but the other party did not do this, but he still attacked with his head after both wrists were broken by himself.

Is it hard to kill someone? The answer is not necessarily.

At least in Yan Murong's eyes, killing someone is like killing a chicken.

Is he a pervert?

No, he just didn't want to die.

When the old man threw him up the hill and let him fight the beasts in the mountain, he didn't want to kill them, for in his opinion, not to mention animals, even flowers and plants were alive - what a pity to kill such a cute little animal.

But it didn't take long for Yan Murong to give up this stupid idea - if he didn't kill him, then he would become the other party's dinner.

"Whoosh!"

Yan Murong reappeared, the dagger in his hand flashed with a faint light, and the target was aimed at the neck of one of the men in the power suit.

Blood flashes, and the enemy is dead!

Yan Murong knew that if he was not cruel, he would be cruel to himself, so he was ruthless, every move was a killing move, and the target was the opponent's neck.

The throat and heart, this is the part of the human body with the highest lethal rate, the reason why Yan Murong did not choose the opponent's heart as the target of the attack was because when the dagger was inserted into the human heart, although the other party had no hope of living, he could still make some reactions in just a few seconds - the throat is different, the front is the trachea, and the back is the cervical vertebrae, Yan Murong used great force in every knife, and while cutting the opponent's throat, he also cut off the opponent's cervical vertebrae - the head was gone, what else could he use to think about counterattacking?

At this time, Yan Murong was like a god of death, one person and one dagger, and every time he appeared, he would harvest a person's head, and after a while, there were already six more headless corpses in the woods.

It's not that the other party is too weak, it's that Yan Murong is too fast, so fast that the enemy can't catch his figure at all.

"Devil, this guy is a devil who came out of hell." The few remaining dead men looked at the headless corpses on the ground and shuddered.

In order not to let this devil hunt one by one, these dead soldiers gathered together and gave up the idea of scattered search.

They are dead soldiers, they have no pain, they are willing to give up their lives for the sake of their masters—but they are not expected to have their heads cut off without knowing it.

"Inform the master not to come in." One of the dead men said. "The target is too dangerous."

"It's late." The other dead man shook his head, pointed to the approaching light behind him, and said. "The master has arrived."

Soon, Mitsui Hidetoshi walked over under the protection of the two dead soldiers, and when he saw the headless corpse on the ground and a lonely head a few meters away, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"What's going on? What the hell is going on? Mitsui looked around vigilantly, watching a few dead men ask in a whisper.

"Master, the target is dangerous, you go first." A dead man stood up and said. "We've six dead."

"Six dead?" Mitsui's handsome eyes were full of horror and disbelief. He knows best what the strength of these dead soldiers is, almost everyone is at the level of a black belt in taekwondo, and none of them have pain nerves, as long as they don't die, even if they are seriously injured, they are all dangerous people who want their lives.

"Yes, six dead, all of them in one stroke - all with their heads cut off."

"Let's go, let's go." Mitsui exclaimed in horror. He really underestimated Yan Murong's strength, and it was terrifying that he could unknowingly kill six people when all of his side were armed with guns.

These dead men are not easy to cultivate, and the surgery to cut off the pain nerves is very cumbersome and the amount of money spent is huge. In the past ten years, he has only cultivated more than 20 dead soldiers, and ten have died in just a few days, which makes him feel distressed.

These dead soldiers are the capital to save his life, if they all die here, I'm afraid he won't be able to live by himself, so Mitsui Yingjun can't care about chasing and killing Yan Murong now, the only thought is to run, since Mitsui Masao has been controlled by himself, then he still has the capital to fight with Mitsui Junming again.

It's a pity that Mitsui's idea is very good, but it is a little naïve.

At this time, Yan Murong was a hunter in the dark night, and this forest was his hunting ground—a qualified hunter would not allow the target who entered his hunting ground to leave alive.

"Whoosh-"

Three sounds of breaking through the air were heard, followed by the muffled sound of three flesh falling to the ground.

"Quick, protect the master." One of the dead men screamed, and in an instant, he used his body to knock Mitsui Hidetoshi to the ground, and then moved behind a tree under the protection of the other dead soldiers.

When he looked at the position he had just looked at before, he was horrified to find that the sound of the three falling to the ground came from his three companions, all of whom fell to the ground on their backs, and each of them had a pencil-thick wooden stick stuck in the center of their eyebrows.

"Shoot, shoot." Mitsui hides with his head in his arms and hides among several dead soldiers, screaming with horror in his voice.

"Bang bang bang-"

Gunfire erupted, and several dead men fired aimlessly, but unfortunately, after the gunshots, there was only the "rustle" of falling leaves.

"Quick, shoot." Hearing the gunfire stop, Mitsui screamed.

"Master, we don't have a lot of bullets with us, and if we shoot again, I'm afraid there will be no bullets." A dead man explained. "It's not very far from the side of the road, it's only eight hundred meters away at most, we protect the master, you go first."

"Okay, okay, let's go, protect me first." Mitsui Yingjun was about to cry in fright, where could he care about the life and death of these dead soldiers, the only thought was to hold his life first.

Yes, Mitsui Hidetoshi regretted it - he didn't regret betraying the family, but he regretted provoking such a powerful enemy as Shangyan Murong.

Although he is only one person, his ability is not limited by the number of people.

You see, Superman is just a man, but he can save a country.

Yan Murong is not a superman, and he doesn't need to do the things he saves the country, but it is quite easy to let him kill a few people.