Click!

Just when Wu Zong decided to knock out this square-faced man, the lights in the hall suddenly turned on!

Then, a rough male voice sounded from the stairs: "Doesn't my friend knock on the door?"

Wu Zong turned his head to look and saw a person standing on the stairs, estimated to be two meters tall, burly and majestic like an iron tower, with a big bald head on his neck shaved brightly, and a slender carved eight-sided Han sword in his right hand, standing on the steps.

Wu Zong knew the Han sword, which Lin Xiao and his father had invited to the town house at a large price from a foreign auction, but unlike ordinary collections, this Han sword was sharpened, and it was not too much to say that it was nitpicking.

Looks like this man should be their leader.

"Who are you," Wu Zong asked with a slap on the back of the square-faced man's neck and knocked him unconscious, staring directly at the big bald head.

"I want to know who you are," the big bald head walked down the stairs slowly, "fleeing?"

"It's half the owner of this house," Wu Zong didn't look bald, but bent down to pick up the baseball bat on the ground.

He knew it in his heart, it seemed that Lin Xiao and the others had never returned here at all, and it seemed that they could only go back and find clues.

Thinking about it, Wu Zong kicked the unconscious square-faced man to the side, turned to the big bald head and said, "It's not easy, I don't want your rent this month, please." ”

As he spoke, Wu Zong pointed to the door.

Hearing Wu Zong's words, the bald head couldn't help laughing, as if he had heard a very funny joke: "Your quality is really high." ”

Before the words fell, I saw the bald head move, and a step forward, and the sharp Han sword pierced Wu Zong's heart.

Wu Zong had already prepared for a long time, and he dodged the spurt on the side of his body, and his footsteps did not stop, and he drilled into the arms of the bald head, and at the same time rotated the baseball bat, only to hear the sound of the ground, and the baseball bat hung on the armpit of the bald head with the sound of the wind.

Wu Zong thought that a thief like this would basically be able to smash down with a single face, but who knew that the bald head saw the stick coming over, but he didn't panic, he dodged the stick in a small range of horizontal steps, and the Han sword in his hand turned into a slash, and came over according to Wu Zong's neck.

Clang!

Wu Zong had no choice but to withdraw the stick, which could be used to open the sword on the side.

This man has practiced.

Wu Zong and the bald head said in their hearts almost at the same time.

As the saying goes, as soon as the connoisseur stretches out his hand, he knows if there is one, and a simple face makes both of them careful.

The two men paced cautiously like cheetahs competing for food, looking for an opportunity to give each other a one-hit kill.

For a full two minutes, the bald head was the first to lose patience, and he suddenly raised his sword, and a flirtatious sword went straight to Wu Zong's crotch.

Wu Zong took half a step back, and the bat in his hand rotated horizontally like playing golf and knocked on the Han sword, but who knew that this was right in the heart of the bald head. I saw that he used Wu Zong's strength to raise the Han Sword high, and then used his arms to exert his strength, and shot out like lightning, and a powerful vertical slash smashed directly towards Wu Zong's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

This sword was too fast, only to see an arc of light, the Han sword cut through the air, and made a screaming sound that broke the air and went straight to Wu Zong's head, Wu Zong knew that it must be too late to dodge, he could only tense his arms and use the fastest speed to push the baseball bat up to block this blow.

Look for death.

The bald head smiled contemptuously in his heart, he knew very well how sharp this Han sword was, and it was a fool's dream to use a wooden baseball bat to try to block such a powerful sword.

The sword had already been slashed, and as expected, the baseball bat snapped and snapped.

The bald head had even seen the young man's head crack like a watermelon.

But just when the sword blade had already touched Wu Zong's scalp, he only heard a golden sound, and the bald head only felt that the Han Sword paused as if it had been cut on a steel plate, and the shock transmitted back almost cracked his tiger's mouth, which made the bald head surprised and couldn't help but be stunned.

But victory or defeat is often in this moment.

Wu Zong had no choice but to use the genetic metal, and the metal blade pierced out of the wrist bone was extremely hard, and he just blocked the bald head, and in the bald head's misguided effort, Wu Zong's left hand had been slapped straight on the right rib of the bald head.

Poof.

Thin, sharp blades burst out of the wrist bone, piercing the bald head's musculature like slicing tofu and into his lungs.

But Wu Zong didn't stop, his wrist quickly flipped over, and the sharp blade twisted in the muscle tissue of the bald head and stood up with his wrist, and then Wu Zong used the strength of his whole body to slam his hand up!

With a long, tooth-souring cutting sound, the thin sharp blade went straight down the bald head's right ribs, slicing through his hard ribs, splitting his lungs all the way to his shoulder blades.

This pick cut a terrifying crack thirty centimeters long from the right rib to the shoulder blade of the bald head, like the big open mouth of a hippopotamus, and the bald body was like a smashed water tank, and scarlet blood gushed out from the huge body crack.

The bald head looked at Wu Zong in disbelief, and he didn't even have time to scream. His hands hung down weakly, and the eight-sided Han sword fell to the ground with a thud.

He saw the sharp blade growing on Wu Zong's wrist clearly, stared and wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, and then knelt on the ground with a grunt, and fell to the marble floor like a felled tree.

Call.

Wu Zong breathed a sigh of relief, retracted his thin blade and turned to look at the triangular eyes that were tied to the chair by himself.

The triangular eyes were already trembling, he was just a little thief, who had never seen such a formation, a living person was like a pig being unloaded, and his upper body was almost split diagonally.

He couldn't control himself at all, his body shook with his chair, and there were even some water stains on the smooth marble floor—this guy was scared to pee.

Wu Zong looked at this poor guy and frowned, thinking in his heart whether to slaughter the remaining two people together.

He opened his mouth and just wanted to speak, but something happened behind him!

Hearing only a buzz, Wu Zong didn't even react, he only felt a chill in his lower back, and then felt as if his body had been pushed from behind, and he couldn't stop stumbling forward two steps, and then the whole back was numb.

He tried to open his mouth, but found that the strength of his whole body seemed to be sucked dry in an instant, and his legs fell to the ground weakly.

He looked down in amazement—the sharp tip of the eight-faced Han Sword pierced through his body, and with fresh blood stabbing out of his lower abdomen, like a bamboo shoot breaking through the ground.

In an instant, the sharp pain swept through his body, and he couldn't help but roar angrily, struggling to look back-

That bald head didn't die!

The bald head was planted obliquely on the cold marble floor, the huge wound on the right side seemed to have become smaller, and a pair of ringed eyes stared at Wu Zong with a triumphant fierce light.

It was hard to believe that such a wound didn't kill this bald head, and Wu Zong was full of surprise in the severe pain.

But soon, Wu Zong found the reason.

He saw that the huge wound on the bald head's right chest was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if a superb doctor who he could not see was stitching up the wound for him.

The self-healing power of this horror.

This bald head is actually a self-healing ability enhancer!

No wonder his strength and speed are almost comparable to his own.

Generally speaking, the strengthening nucleus can also enhance one's own body repair ability while strengthening one's own physical strength, otherwise Wu Zong's ribs that were broken by the thunder tube would not have grown well in a month.

But the self-healing ability of the bald head in front of him is so terrifying, and the wound is actually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, which is obviously not the incidental ability of strengthening the core.

Wu Zong scolded himself in his heart, he knew that he had to react now, otherwise he would definitely die once this bald head was almost healed after a while.

He struggled to crawl towards the bald head, and the tearing wound caused by the eight-sided Han Sword with each step made the blood in his body gush out, and after only half a meter of movement, the blood gushing out had already soaked Wu Zong's pants, and the sharp blade churned and cut his intestines.

To make matters worse, he couldn't pull out the sword yet, because once he pulled it out, the cross-section of the penetrating wound would immediately collapse, and the wound would fill his chest and abdomen with blood in an instant like a unscrewed water pump, which would kill him directly.

Wu Zong felt that he was almost out of breath, but he still gritted his teeth and dragged the heavy Han Sword forward slowly, because he knew that the bleeding caused by this penetrating wound would kill him in less than five minutes, and he could only take out this bald strengthening core to prick himself up to save his life.

The polyester-cotton pants slipped on their knees on the blood-covered marble bricks, and Wu Zong's legs seemed to be stained with blood like two brushes, leaving two crooked scarlet marks on the white marble floor.

In just two meters, Wu Zong felt as if he had climbed for half a century, and he was forced to lean close to the bald head.

Excessive blood loss caused darkness in front of his eyes, and Wu Zong's bloodshot eyes widened but he could only see a vague shadow. He raised his right hand, his wrist struggling, but the thin metal blade seemed to be affected as well, protruding only a small part half the length of his palm.

But that's enough.

Wu Zong fiercely pestled his right hand towards the bald head's neck, but who knew that the bald head, who was also dying, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the short blade as if he were ruthless, and resisted Wu Zong with the last strength of his body, and the blood flowed down the fingers of the bald head.

At the same time, the bald head's other hand also grabbed the tip of the sword protruding from Wu Zong's lower abdomen and slowly twisted it up.

Wu Zong hurriedly grabbed the bald wrist, but the sharp pain in his abdomen still made Wu Zong feel like someone was pouring a pot of boiling water on his pain nerves, and he couldn't hold back the intense pain anymore, and screamed heartbreakingly.

Both of them were already at the end of their crossbows, and the wrestling made their muscles tremble, and their lungs gasped violently like pulled bellows.

All the tricks and tricks were useless at this moment, and this was no longer a fight, but a tragic fight to the death.

Wu Zong's eyes darkened for a while, and he knew that he couldn't drag it out any longer.

He let go of the hand that resisted the bald head turning the tip of the sword, let the bald head pull the Han sword in his lower abdomen, raised his left hand high, and then roared, clenched his fist and smashed it on his right hand with all the strength of his body!

"Die!"

Poof!

The sharp thin blade growing from the wrist was neatly cut off the bald head's five fingers by the impact, and then stabbed into the bald head's neck!

Adrenaline was surging at the last moment, Wu Zong did not stop, moved his right hand, and the sharp and strong thin blade neatly cut the neck of the bald head, and the blood at the incision burst instantly, and the pressure in the blood vessels directly spurted the blood of the major arteries onto the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and even shook a few bright crystal pendants gently.

With Wu Zong's ruthless cut, the thin blade even stuck in the bone seam and directly cut off the neck bone of the bald head, forcibly cut off his head, and rolled to the side with a grunt.

But Wu Zong didn't dare to stop at all, he knew that as long as he stopped, the adrenaline would stop secreting, and the heart that had lost stimulation would stop beating in an instant.

He propped up the floor with one hand, and with the other he quickly cut open the bald head's chest and abdomen, brutally stabbed his hand into the corpse's lungs, and pulled out the bald head's reinforced core.

Like a drug addict, Wu Zong gulped in air and trembled and twisted out the needle that strengthened the nucleus.

Having lost so much blood, he was completely out of sight, and it was pitch black in front of him.

He knew that it was impossible and he didn't have time to find the vein in his elbow again, so he turned his heart on it and made a crazy move that he had never done in his previous life.

I saw him tilt his head, and his right hand directly plunged the needle into the major artery on the side of his neck!

Then, the sky swirled, and Wu Zong fell headlong into the pool of blood under him and fainted.