The flower ghost carried a large knife, and the air rattled as it slashed, and the dull sound contained the sharpness of the blade of the large sword.

Xing Zeyuan nervously grabbed a piece of solid wood and threw the dagger out, he had no weapon. He Nai is right, he has to prepare a sword, otherwise in the moment of life and death, he will not even have a weapon to block the sword.

"If I tell me where he came from, I'm afraid it will scare you. ”

Xing Zeyuan's head was a little hot, he believed that evil could not prevail over good, and the government army was so powerful, it was just an accident that the murderer in front of him escaped.

"Murder pays for life, you violated government regulations, wait for death!"

The solid wood in his hand was cut in two under the big knife, and the muscles on the tattooed face of the flower ghost trembled, and he got up and kicked Xing Zeyuan's chest.

"Ahem!"

Without taking a breath, Xing Zeyuan's body flew fifty meters, and the blood spurting out of his mouth was splashed everywhere. The severe pain in his chest made Xing Zeyuan unable to open his eyes, at this moment, even though there were many people around, Xing Zeyuan felt so lonely. The real loneliness may not be standing alone, but there are many people around you, but you are still so lonely.

"Boy, just like your skinny ribs, you still learn from others? Don't you know that the stick beats the first bird? Lao Tzu is a person who can feel two big star clusters. ”

The shiny bald head was like the cold light reflected by the sharp blade, and the three people behind the flower ghost fought with the villagers around him, and the flower ghost stepped forward, holding a knife in his hand, but stopped in front of a rotating machete.

The machete is precisely inserted at the feet of the flower ghost, the machete is also known as the long knife, the back knife, the 35-centimeter-long white machete is a little longer than the ordinary machete, but the width is appropriate. If a strong man uses this head-to-head machete, he can cut a person's bones apart.

"Hey!"

A voice with vicissitudes of life sounded, and this voice attracted everyone's attention. The human voice has different characteristics, and this voice happens to be extremely cold, as if it can freeze people. The villagers stepped back and looked towards the place where the sound was, and the old village chief shook his dry twig-like arms excitedly.

"Ganso's back, Ganso is back!"

"Ganso?"

Xing Zeyuan couldn't stand up yet, he clutched his chest and gritted his teeth and slowly raised his heavy eyelids, and in the blurred vision, he saw a man. The man was about thirty years old, his face was already wrinkled, he was very energetic, he was wearing ordinary black clothes, and he didn't have any protective gear.

"Ganso!"

"Ganso!"

The people of the village seemed to see hope, everyone shouted his name, and the men who fought with the Flower Ghost Gang led everyone back to a safe position. If they make another move, it may disturb this strong man.

His heart fluttered, Gan Suo looked towards Xing Zeyuan, the fence behind Xing Zeyuan was broken, and he leaned on a bamboo pole to keep it from falling.

"Huh?"

Xing Zeyuan looked at him, Gan Suo in the eyes of others was a somewhat thin man, he had a few red acne on his face, his face was not particularly handsome, but he was thin, and the muscles on the side of his thin face could be divided. In Xing Zeyuan's eyes, Gansuo's gaze was full of hatred and despair, that kind of death-cold gaze, as if he had experienced a cruel hell.

"Where's the skinny monkey?"

The angry flower ghost pulled out the machete on the ground with his right hand and threw it at Ganso, who caught the machete that was spinning at high speed when everyone was afraid of blood splattering. The hilt of the knife tied with the red string was held tightly in Ganso's hand.

"You're the flower ghost of the Flower Ghost Gang?"

When he said the last two words, his voice was extremely tough, and this person, who was usually not good at talking, once again showed a fierce light in front of his fellow villagers.

"Lao Tzu Xing does not change his name, and he does not change his surname. ”

The four people behind him didn't dare to speak, and the bucktoothed man was too frightened by the oppressive atmosphere to speak. In Ganso's cold voice, his scalp tingled.

"Let me ask you, have you ever been to Sanshan Village?"

Ganso said, his eyes glaring angrily, the so-called fire in his eyes, that is, when you look at him, you will feel a cold death.

"Where did you kill someone? an old man, a woman, a girl. ”

Before the flower ghost could answer, Ganso trembled and roared, and everyone in the village did not dare to speak. The women covered their mouths and burst into tears, and the men's eyes were red, eager to rush forward.

"That small village, you say, has only a few families?"

"Brute!"

The old village chief's body shook with excitement, and Ganso didn't hesitate anymore, but rushed forward after his footsteps flashed, and he held the machete with both hands and cut off his head. Gansuo, who is 1.79 meters tall, is about the same height as the flower ghost, and the flower ghost is a little flustered, although he blocked this move, but his palms are numb.

"How is it possible? Lao Tzu can feel two large star clusters, why is this man's strength stronger than mine? Gan Suo...... Ganso, the name seems to have been heard somewhere. ”

"Be careful, boss, he's Gardogdo Ganso, a lieutenant in the government army, and the husband of the woman you killed in Sanshan Village. ”

Ganso's eyes glared angrily at the flower ghost, and the bucktooth man next to him reminded the flower ghost thief, but he didn't dare to move forward or go.

"It looks like it's really you!"

Ganso said, twisting his neck, and then shouted angrily, he was already a lieutenant and there were several people under him, and this kind of majesty had already been practiced.

"How can I say that it is familiar, it turned out to be the 'machete' Gardogdo Ganso, what's the matter?

The flower ghost and Ganso confronted each other, and the flower ghost licked his lips, and the knife in his hand was twice as wide as Ganso's Qi head machete.

"Oh, by the way, there's an old man. ”

"Die!"

The machete in Ganso's hand is slashed from the left side, then the right side, below, horizontal slash, side slash. These moves look a bit chaotic, but they contain a lot of force. In the translucent chest are two large blurry orange clusters, which can change color randomly, but Ganso's mood does not.

Ganso, who was determined to die, no longer had any fighting skills, and every knife was a summary of the usual battle, and every knife was cut by relying on combat instinct. The flower ghost took a sip, didn't expect that since this man was so strong, it was also two big star clusters?

"Ahem!"

With a secret cough, the flower ghost swung his broadsword and collided with it fiercely.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Bell!"

Because the place and position of each knife collision is different, the sound emitted is also different.

"Whew! brute force three knives!"

The battle between life and death has no usual mercilessness, they can only live if the other party dies now, life is sometimes so fragile, a knife can make people lose everything precious in the world. The power of the two large star clusters in his chest continued to output, and the aura on the knife was as strong as sparks covering it.

This is the first time that Xing Zeyuan has watched such a fierce battle up close, the "qi" given by the two large star clusters makes the big sword shine, and the light knife is like a blood-devouring demon, only blood can satisfy it.

The wind around his body made Ganso's hair blow slightly upward, and there seemed to be a small wind under his clothes, and under the clothes he lifted were eight neat abdominal muscles.

"Die!"

The soles of his feet slammed into the ground, and both of them moved forward at the same time, and while the people in the mountain village were praying, Ganso slammed the ball of his left foot on the ground, raising dust higher than the upper of his shoe, and at the same time landed on the ground with his right foot. The machete in his hand rested from his right shoulder to his left shoulder blade when he held it with both hands, and then his arm exerted force.

The power of the explosion, along with the power of the two large star clusters, caused the knife in his hand and the broad broadsword in the hand of the flower ghost to collide together.

The machete is to swing with a large amplitude, and as long as it withstands its aftershock, it can exert great power with steady footsteps. The best machete can be collided with the knife, and the big iron knife that deliberately increases the width of the flower ghost looks magnificent, but it can't be compared with it.

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"What, it can't be!"

This big knife was deliberately made by the flower ghost, and the blacksmith said that such a knife was not practical, and he had to build a big knife one meter long and thirty centimeters wide, but at this time, under the machete of only thirty-five centimeters, it had been cracked.

As soon as the footsteps turned, the flower ghost retreated in panic, in the face of danger, everyone wants to live, this is human instinct. But Ganso will not show mercy. He didn't speak, not because he didn't want to scold the flower ghost, but because he couldn't speak. His virtuous wife and lovely daughter were mercilessly murdered after just one trip back to his father's house in Sanshan Village, and when his beloved died, all Ganso saw was her desperate and frightened expression and his daughter's cold huddled body, and at that moment, he vowed to cut the murderer with a thousand knives.

With a twist of footsteps, the machete slashed one hundred and eighty degrees, and the fatal slash slashed into the belly of the flower ghost. The side of the abdomen was slashed, and the power of the machete was too strong, and a mouthful of blood sprayed from the flower ghost's mouth to Ganso's face. Ganso looked at the frightened eyes of the flower ghost, and his cold tone was like a god of death who had come to ask for his life in advance.

"This feels good, doesn't it?"

In the dark of night, he dug pits alone, dug four large pits in his old father's backyard, and he did not close his eyes all night. When the brothers in the government army bought the coffin, he affectionately picked up his wife as if he had lost her soul, and in the dark night, her long hair dragged to the ground, and her white chin was facing the sky.

The night is too cold and the heavens should be a little warmer. He dug four pits and kept one for himself.

After losing his wife and relatives, he is already a dead man.

The arms kept waving, the machete kept falling, the flower ghost was soaked in blood, and before he could say his last words, he was taken away by the knife that was not as good as the life of the pig and the dog.

Ganso, who had swung a dozen knives, raised his head.

"Surround them. ”

The eyes of the people in the mountain village were filled with tears, and Ganso was a good lieutenant, impartial in law enforcement, and a member of the government army in Bazhong City, which was not far away. His wife, Emma, was the gentleest and virtuous woman in the mountain village, helpful, and beautiful. They had an angelic daughter named Annie.

The family can only see each other once a month, and those two days are when they are the happiest. Ganso would hold her daughter to read and watch the scenery together, while Emma would cook on the side, and the most intimate moment was to call her husband and children to dinner. When they praise their craftsmanship for getting better, Emma is as happy as a carefree girl in the early years of cardamom.

The people in the mountain village love their family, but after hearing about Emma's misfortune a few days ago, everyone was stupid, and now that the gangsters have found it, they will not let them go to the death.

The bad woman and the man next to her leaned together, the bucktooth man with the thigh injury was no longer reliable, the bucktooth man drilled Confucius around, they were completely messed up, and when the flower ghost was there before, they could do whatever they wanted. But now the flower ghost has been lying in a pool of blood and turned into a corpse.

"Lord Ganso, Lord Ganso, I didn't touch your wife! It was all the flower ghosts and them, and I didn't do anything!"

The bad women just wanted to run, but they were panicked and had no combat effectiveness.

Ganso turned his head and looked at the bad woman, stiff like a wooden man.

"Bucktooth, you didn't plant it. ”

The bucktooth man thought he was all right, and scolded:

"Stinky woman, count the people you kill the most ......"

Before he finished scolding, a knife has already sealed his throat.

Blood was dripping from the machete, and the bad woman looked at the machete and peed her pants in fright, and the two men next to her rushed forward and fell to the ground in less than a minute.

"I knew I was going to die, so why bother to practice myself!"

The bad woman wearing the nose ring panicked and blocked her exposed chest with her hands, but she couldn't stop the blood-red white blade with a murderous aura.