"Devil's trick!" Lang Zhan cursed, closing in on one of the militants at a faster speed. Bayi Chinese.com ≈≈≥.≤

When the bell rang, the masked militants' eyes immediately changed. Before that, although their eyes were as red as blood and glowed with bloodlust, they could still see a little humanity in them. And now, after the bell rang, the human part of their eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by a cold, lifeless cruelty and coldness. Lang Zhan is no stranger to such a gaze, when he was on Devil's Island, the eyes of the giant worms "Kekra" and "Gargamel" he met were like this.

In the shrill ringing of the bell, one of the militants in front of him suddenly raised his head and let out a scream into the sky. Then, he threw away the gun in his hand, pulled off the strap of the tactical backpack on his chest, pulled out a dagger from his waist with both hands, and ran towards Lang Zhan.

At the same time, other militants also moved and rushed towards Lang Zhan from all directions.

Lang Zhan was not afraid. He was already extremely confident in the sharpness of the Sword of Damocles, and after successfully breaking the net with it just now, he had a new understanding of the attributes of the Sword of Damocles. Therefore, if the militants still rely on guns or bombs, he may still have some scruples, but now that they have all chosen the cold weapon of daggers, in his opinion, it is simply a point sent to the door.

When the bell rang, Lang Zhan's degree was not affected, but became faster, and the militants who gave the order couldn't help but let out a soft "huh" when they saw this. Then, while continuing to shake the bell with his right hand, he reached into his tactical backpack behind his back and made a motion.

As he slipped his left hand into the tactical backpack behind his back, the bell changed slightly, mixed with the sound of a hungry baby nibbling on mulberry leaves.

After the bell changed, Lang Zhan didn't seem to notice it, and some of the militants suddenly stumbled and almost fell, and some couldn't help but shudder. And no matter how they reacted, after that, the blood in their eyes became even more abundant, staring at Lang Zhan, like a vulture that had been hungry for ten days and a half suddenly saw a large pile of carrion.

The militants in front of Lang Zhan were already the closest to Lang Zhan, and after the bell changed, he just shuddered. Therefore, only about three seconds had passed since the bell changed, and he had already collided with Lang Zhan - Lang Zhan suddenly retracted his foot, handed his right hand forward, and the sword of Damocles stabbed out.

The militants in front of him didn't seem to perceive the danger at all, ignoring the cold glowing blade of the sword of Damocles, and hit it directly with his left chest, and at the same time swung his left hand, stabbing the dagger into Lang Zhan's right arm, and swinging his right hand forward, and stabbing Lang Zhan's heart with the other dagger.

Ignoring one's own safety and persistently attacking, this kind of lose-lose style of play is indeed an effective means for the weak to resist the strong. Don't forget, there are thirteen militants in total, in addition to the one who gives the order, there are twelve people, and each of them is to exchange a life for stabbing Lang Zhan in the vital part, as if Lang Zhan will definitely be defeated in the end.

Masked militants will play this way, of course, in connection with the ringing of the bell. If Cole had been here and had the equipment to do an electrocardiogram (ECG) and EEG analysis on the masked militants, it would have been clear that no matter how drastic or dangerous the masked militants were at this time, the frequency of their heartbeats was relatively stable, and the EEG had almost no fluctuations. And if he could go one step further and do a blood test on them, he would have found that their blood contained a special component. This ingredient causes an area of their brain to react strongly to the ringtone, which changes the normal functioning of the human brain, responds to the change in the ringtone, and gives various instructions to the body......

When Lang Zhan collided with the masked militants in front of him, the militants who gave the order narrowed their eyes, and there was a hint of expectation in their eyes. Then, when he saw that the masked militant's chest was easily pierced by the sword of Damocles, but Lang Zhan used an anti-joint movement to pass the dagger stabbed at his right arm, his eyes changed suddenly, and his mouth exclaimed, "Nani?!" ”

The true identity of the militant "Nani" who gave the order has been revealed. He took two quick steps to the right hand, saw that the masked armed dagger seemed to pierce Lang Zhan's heart, sighed, and there was expectation in his eyes, and ordered in Island Chinese: "Grab his sword!" ”

The reason why the militants who gave the order exclaimed in surprise was that Lang Zhan's eyes narrowed and his body shook slightly. Lang Zhan twisted his forearm with anti-arthrosis, let go of the masked militant's left hand dagger, and calmly let his right hand dagger stab him in the heart, because he firmly believed that even if the other party could pierce his skin, he would not be able to pierce his ribs.

Lang Zhan was careless. Because, the daggers of the masked militants were coated with neurotoxins, although they did not seal their throats with blood, but they immediately caused a strong reaction in his body - Lang Zhan only felt that the place where his heart was pierced through the skin first became on fire and became on fire, and then he felt numb, he knew that it was not good, his body trembled, and while squeezing the dagger out with his mouth muscles, he turned his right wrist and wanted to kill the opponent as soon as possible.

At this moment, the Chinese language of the militants who gave the order came, and the masked militants threw away the dagger in their left hand and grabbed the sword of Damocles.

The masked militants did not seem to feel the pain at all, and the strength of his left hand was still strong. Lang Zhanxian's right wrist was more difficult to flip, and with a burst of applause, he kicked the masked militant in the abdomen with his left foot, and at the same time withdrew his right hand, pulling out the sword of Damocles after pulling out a few bloody wounds in the masked militant's left hand.

The militant who gave the order shook the bell in his hand more urgently, and in the hurried ringing of the bell, the other militants rushed towards Lang Zhan, and the masked militant who was stabbed by him and loved him screamed, leaned forward, and pierced Lang Zhan's heart with his right dagger again.

Of course, Lang Zhan didn't dare to let him stab himself again, he snorted coldly in his mouth, and with a flip of the wrist of his right hand, a sword light flashed, cutting off the masked militant's right hand at elbow.

Even though the masked militants had broken their right hand, they still pounced and grabbed Lang Zhan's crotch with his left hand.

"Look for death!" Lang Zhan was furious, and his right wrist flipped again, and his left hand was cut off again.

At this moment, other masked militants arrived on his right, holding two daggers, and pounced on him.

Lang Zhan saw that both hands had been broken, and there was also a steady stream of blood flowing out of his abdomen, the masked militant bared his teeth and still pounced on him, as if he wanted to tear his leg, he raised his right foot, came to a positive pressure, kicked his steel helmet, kicked him to the ground, and then poked down with his right hand, cutting off his cervical vertebrae.

The body and limbs of the masked militant with a broken cervical vertebra were still writhing, but they could no longer threaten Lang Zhan. At this time, the two daggers attacking from the right side were also close to Lang Zhan.

Lang Zhan gritted his steel teeth, dragged his already numb left foot to the left, and swung his right hand out, slashing through the throat of the masked militant who rushed at him like lightning at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground.

A large amount of blood immediately spurted out of the throat of this masked militant, but what made Lang Zhan's eyes shrink again was that even so, he still pounced on Lang Zhan, looking at it, as if he was not affected by the massive blood loss in an instant.

"Is it a zombie monster?" The thought flashed through Lang Zhan's mind, and he rolled forward, and as the masked militant bent down to pierce himself, the sword of Damocles swung out, cutting off both of his legs from knee-length.

Since Lang Zhan landed on Angel Island, he didn't know how many bitter battles he had experienced between life and death, but it was the first time he had encountered a passive one from the beginning like today.

At the hurried sound of the bell, the masked militants attacked him like undead creatures who did not know what death and pain were. Although he used the advantage of the Scarlet Vision, he was always able to get ahead of the masked militants and directly cut off their hands or feet, but as time went by, more and more wounds appeared on his body.

Finally, when the twelve masked militants all had their hands and feet cut off and could only squirm like maggots beside him, he only felt that he was in the oven, his left body completely lost his intuition, the world in front of him was black and red, and his right hand was holding the sword of Damocles to death, and he said in his heart: "You can't fall, you must not fall at this time!" ”

Lang Zhan's condition was seen by the militants who gave the order, and a cruel smile appeared in his eyes. He slowly approached Lang Zhan, stopped three meters away from Lang Zhan, pulled out his pistol, first slowly aimed at Lang Zhan's head, and then when he pulled the trigger, his hand shook and hit Lang Zhan's right shoulder. He saw Lang Zhan's right shoulder trembling violently, but his right hand was still holding the sword, his eyes narrowed, and he fired another shot.

The militants who gave the order fired five shots in succession, breaking Lang Zhan's right shoulder and exposing his shoulder blade, and then stopped. He still pointed his gun at Lang Zhan, took a few steps forward, stopped a meter away from Lang Zhan, stared at Lang Zhan's eyes and said, "Gabriel, your life is so hard!" None of them will die! After a while, he didn't move Lang Zhan's eyelids, took another step forward, carefully observed Lang Zhan for a while, and laughed: "It's really difficult!" But I finally won it. With that, he took another step forward, crouched down, and went to take the sword of Damocles, and said, "I was almost spoiled by this sword—what sword is so sharp?" Could it be the legendary cadre of Renguo, a famous sword like Mo Ye? No, this sword is in the Western format—hey—" The militant who gave the order suddenly made a "huh" sound from his mouth, because when he wanted to pull the sword out of Lang Zhan's hand, he couldn't pull it now. "Do you have to cut off your right hand?" He said again, shaking his head and saying to himself, "No, the headquarters wants a complete Gabriel—it's a big deal." ”