The moment the short sword flew towards the scimitar, the scimitar's eyes instantly showed a hint of joy, and his foot kicked back fiercely, taking advantage of the rebound of the wall, and quickly flew out towards the short sword in mid-air!

"Smack......

It was the sound of the short sword falling steadily in his hand, and the face of the scimitar instantly seemed to change as if it were a person, and when Horton's bear-like hand slapped it fiercely, the scimitar suddenly raised the short sword in his hand!

"Poof......

The sharp blade pierced Horton's palm directly, and the blood dripped down like a broken pearl, but Horton's eyes were as calm as water, as if he didn't feel any pain at all!

"Bang ......"

It was the figure of the scimitar's body being kicked hard, and the scimitar was like a deflated ball, hunched over, and hit the steel wall again!

This time, the scimitar did not get up again, but lay on the ground, curled up, desperately spitting blood, and his ribs and spine had all been kicked off, and every organ in his body was bleeding profusely!

"Machete!" Long Zhan looked at the appearance of the scimitar, and naturally understood that this time, it was almost impossible for the scimitar to stand up again, and Horton, like a monster without pain, pulled out the short sword from his palm, and then said coldly:

"Yes, it's a good thing, it can pierce my body!"

You must know that his palm, even if it is an extremely explosive desert eagle, is just to see how to break his flesh and skin, but this short sword actually pierced his palm directly!

Horton looked at the short sword in his hand, then smiled coldly at the scimitar, and approached him step by step! The face is full of excitement and gloom!

"You haven't tasted the stabbing of this dagger, have you? Don't worry, I'll let you enjoy it before you die! ”

"Houghton, you dare?" While entangled with bloodthirsty, Long Zhan threatened Holden!

But Horton just glanced at Long Zhan coldly, and didn't even say a word, the raised short sword flashed a cold light in mid-air, and in the next second, it stabbed into the thigh of the scimitar!

"Hmmm......"

The scimitar snorted coldly, but he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, but Horton seemed to be a little agitated because he didn't hear the screams of the scimitar, and his face once again showed a touch of gloom, and the next second, the short sword was fiercely inserted into the other leg of the scimitar!

This time, the cutlass was already covered in layers of sweat beads, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was transforming all the pain into his only eyelids that could move!

"Very well, if you call, maybe I can consider letting you die a little more painfully!"

Horton saw that the scimitar was stabbed twice in a row, and still did not let out a scream, which made him very unhappy, as if his authority and his own power had been provoked and defied!

"Puff puff ......"

This time, the short sword fell on the abdomen of the scimitar like a raindrop, and Long Zhan clearly saw that the abdomen of the scimitar was pierced into a hole, and the internal organs that were shattered by the short knife also flowed out along the wound!

"Yo, can you bear it?" Horton's face began to show a hint of banter, after all, during the genetic test, he had seen a lot of iron-blooded tough guys, but these tough guys finally screamed because of various reasons why life is worse than death!

The performance of the scimitar obviously made Horton even more interested, only to see the short sword in his hand against Horton's neck, and asked again: "If this knife is inserted into your spine, do you think you can still bear it?" ”

"Poof......

As soon as Horton's words fell, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth of the scimitar, with minced meat foam, and Horton's face was all over the place!

At that moment, Horton was completely furious, but when his hand touched the minced flesh on his face, his face filled with anger showed a hint of appreciation and playfulness:

"Even your tongue was crushed? Since I can't call it out, then I can only kill you! ”

As he spoke, the short sword in Horton's hand was aimed at the heart of the scimitar and pierced into it fiercely, and the blade directly penetrated the heart of the late arrival, and even the hilt of the knife was missing!

"Machete ......"

Long Zhan clearly saw that the short sword was completely submerged into the body of the scimitar, he couldn't help but roar, maybe it was anger, maybe it was grief, Long Zhan's body seemed to be completely filled with electricity in an instant, only to see him raise one of his legs fiercely, aimed at the bloodthirsty abdomen, and kicked it out!

"Bang ......"

With a sound like a drum, the bloodthirsty body slammed directly into the ceiling, and then smashed to the ground! Completely fainted!

"Machete!" Long Zhan shouted while kicking Horton, who was admiring his masterpiece!

Maybe Horton didn't care, Long Zhan's kick actually kicked him out of a distance of five meters, and when Long Zhan helped Horton, Horton was like a soaking out of blood water!

His eyes were tightly closed, and his mouth and nose were full of blood, but his fingers were pointing out the door, pointing in the direction of Sergei, who had just escaped!

"Scimitar, you hold on!" Although Long Zhan knew that the scimitar was no longer good, he still said comfortingly, knowing that the scimitar's hand pointing at the door had completely hung down, and Long Zhan had to accept the fact that the scimitar was dead!

Now, whether it is Medusa, explosives or the scimitar held in Long Zhan's arms, they are all good, and they are all excellent soldiers that he admires in Long Zhan, because they are all iron-blooded tough men who can do whatever it takes to sacrifice their lives for the task!

Perhaps, everyone has different concepts and judgment standards for soldiers, but for Long Zhan, they are all the best soldiers he has met in Long Zhan's life!

"Horton, I'll kill you!"

Long Zhan said, the hand holding the scimitar's chest jerked violently, and the short sword that was pierced into the body of the scimitar was pulled out by Long Zhan in an instant, and the next second, the short sword full of blood flashed a touch of blood in mid-air, aimed at Horton's head, and shot out fiercely!

Horton didn't dare to be careless, he had already suffered a loss, and he knew the power of this short sword, so he didn't hesitate to raise his head to dodge, but the short sword that flew quickly still left a deep blood mark on the top of Horton's head!

"Dragon War, today, you must also die!" Horton touched the wound on the top of his head, although he couldn't feel the pain, but for him, every scar on his body was an insult to strength and a trampling on his personality!

In the next second, Horton jumped up suddenly, like a crazy wolf, and flew towards Long Zhan!

(End of chapter)