Whoosh, the scrivener flicked his wrist, and the scimitar roared out along with the chains, and the speed was extremely fast. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Japanese killer was shocked, he didn't expect the opponent to jump over the wall in a hurry, and at the last moment he struck a fatal blow. It's a completely end-and-end move, don't defend and attack against attack.

The Japanese killer doesn't want to trade his life for his life, he has the chance to win, and there is no need to risk his life. The long knife in his hand was retracted, and the flying scimitar was knocked away. When, there was a crisp metal crash. The rapidly spinning scimitar was blocked by an external force, and then changed its trajectory and spun back along the same path.

The scrivener's heart was cold, and after the heart was finished, I couldn't imagine that I had killed myself! He instinctively dodged, poof, scimitar cut on his shoulder, blood pouring out. The scrivener subconsciously closed his eyes to prevent blood from splashing into his eyes. This trick didn't have a surprising effect, but almost put himself in it.

A sneer hung on the corner of the Japanese killer's mouth, no one can survive from his knife, and today is no exception, the opponent's resistance is more like the wailing and trembling of a lamb before death. The katana drew a cold arc and went straight to the lower abdomen of the scrivener. This move is to disembowel, and you can't help but kill the enemy, and you have to do it beautifully. The so-called beautiful is bloody and cruel.

Blood flowed from his shoulders, his entire sleeve was soaked, and the scrivener became numb, because there was really no room for resistance. Die or die, you have killed countless enemies in your life, and it is enough for you. The only regret is that the cannon on the top of the hill was not terminated, and the pressure on the regimental headquarters was not relieved.

The blade is cold, and it goes straight to the lower abdomen of the scrivener.

Yes...... The Japanese killer roared violently, as if he wanted to release all the accumulated anger and murderous aura. The whole hall trembled.

Poof, a loud bang came from behind him. The sound was muffled, as if a piece of flesh had fallen from the top of his head, just a few steps away from the Japanese killer. At this point, the blade was only half a foot away from the body of the scrivener. The Japanese killer decisively stopped his killing move and jumped three meters away to investigate the situation. The scrivener box is his dish, and it is only a matter of time before he kills him, and there is no need to risk his life.

Falling from the top of his head was the strange old man, who had been sleeping soundly when he was awakened by a violent roar from a Japanese killer, probably frightened, and fell directly from the dome. This time he fell very hard, and his back hit the ground solidly.

After the scrivener box was finished, what a good old man, he fell to his death.

The Japanese killer looked at the old man on the ground, his face was shocked, there was someone on the roof, he didn't even notice it. But soon calm will be restored, just a dead man, and it will not affect the overall situation. With a long knife in hand, ready to slash at the scrivener again.

No one could have imagined that the strange old man would stand up at this time. An old and angry face appeared in his long loose hair, glaring angrily at the Japanese killer, obviously dissatisfied with him, it was this guy who disturbed his sweet dreams. The strange old man took a nonchalantly step-forward step, seemingly casually, but it made the onlookers' jaws drop. It was only one step, but when it came to the Japanese killer, there was a distance of more than three meters between the two sides.

Smack, the strange old man raised his hand and gave the Japanese killer a slap in the face, which also seemed careless. The Japanese killer's face was swollen and high, and blood was dripping down the corners of his mouth. The scrivener box hurts to look at, this slap, even Gong Daniu may not have such a strong way.

The Japanese killer was stunned, and before he could react, he snapped, and the second slap arrived. The other half of his face was instantly imprinted with five bright red palm prints. This time it was symmetrical, with a palm print on one side of the face. The Japanese killer is gone, this old man is tired of life, and he dares to insult himself like this! This guy screamed and turned his head to spit out a mouthful of blood, mixed with a few teeth.

Two slaps actually knocked out a few teeth, what a lot of force! The scrivener grinned, knowing that the strange old man was not simple, but he didn't expect it to be so simple!

The Japanese killer went completely berserk, picked up the long knife in his hand and slashed at the neck of the strange old man. The strange old man did not move on his feet, his upper body folded in reverse at ninety degrees, and his head almost touched the ground, avoiding the blade in a very strange posture. At the same time, the strange old man's hands reached out between his feet, grabbed the Japanese killer's foot and neck, and pulled it back hard. The Japanese killer was unsteady on his feet and lay on his back with a pop.

At this time, the scrivener box was on, and he had been holding back for a long time, and he could finally vent his breath. The scimitar slashed through the neck of the Japanese killer, and blood flowed. The Japanese killer stared, his mouth open, his limbs struggled violently, and he had to resist. But it was too late, the blood was flowing out from the knife in the neck, the brain fell into a state of lack of oxygen, and the movements of the struggle became smaller and smaller.

The scrivener let out a sigh of relief, so hanging, and came back after being closed by the ghost gate. From the time he walked into the main hall to the death of the Japanese killer, it was no more than a minute and a half, but he experienced too many changes in the middle, which was enough for him to remember for a lifetime.

The scrivener didn't care about the injury in his shoulder, and he didn't care about thanking the strange old man, and walked towards the outside of the hall with his pistol, and he had to kill the Japanese artillery as soon as possible, otherwise the regimental headquarters would suffer heavy losses. Before the people went out, they swished, and three killers jumped out of the corner at the same time, each with a long knife, in a zigzag shape around the scrivener box and the strange old man.

The scrivener scolded grandma in his heart, one killer is difficult enough, and now there are three! He swept the strange old man out of the corner of his eye, and said in his heart, old man, this time it's up to the two of us, you have to kill two of them, and I'll clean up the remaining one. He has a gun in his hand, and he is sure to deal with one, but if he can deal with two or even three at the same time, it is very difficult. Because one shot can only kill one, other killers in this space will attack, and it is difficult to work again with a gun, and people will not give a chance to fire a second shot.

The scrivener thought about dividing the labor with the strange old man, dealing with one or two for each person. Helplessly, the language is not understood, and there is really no way to communicate. Moreover, the Japanese killers will not leave them time to communicate. At this time, the strange old man moved first, reached out and grabbed the belt of the scrivener, and threw it out.

At that moment, the scrivener felt like it was flying, the wind was whistling in his ears, poofing, and his body fell heavily to the ground. The sky was full of stars, and he was thrown out of the main hall. He got up from the ground, good fellow, the cannon was in front of him, and the distance in a straight line was no more than fifteen meters.

Naturally, the scrivener box was not polite, and raised the pistol to shoot indiscriminately at the direction of the cannon. There are a total of five figures on the side of the cannon, and there is a division of labor for loading, firing, and aiming. The scrivener opened fire and knocked down three on the spot. The other two scurried and hid on the other side of the cannon. The scrivener strode up and followed, slamming two shots and sparking on the barrel. The two Japanese gunners tried to escape in the night, and the scrivener fired two shots to bring each other down. Corpses strewn around.