There is no half-nonsense, such as the declaration that before the fight, there was an ink in the mouth for some reason, and you are going to kill your grandson today.

After confirming the identity of the other party with his eyes, the battle between the two sides broke out immediately.

On the one hand, as the object of the divine envoy's order to kill, the disciples have no possibility of mercy at all.

Under the wave of the woman at the head, more than two dozen people who looked no different from ordinary citizens, but whose strength was above the third grade, rushed towards Zhang Wei and the fat man.

It is worth mentioning that they did not use any firearms at all.

Rather, it was a short-handled knife with a strange style, which slid unusually fluently from the long sleeves of their shirts into the palm of their right hand.

In addition to thinking that the style of this knife is very strange.

Zhang Wei didn't recognize the specific origin of this kind of knife, but the fat man behind Zhang Wei suddenly changed color.

couldn't help but exclaim: "This is Ling Chi Knife, I can't imagine that after so many years, there will still be people who dare to use this kind of taboo-like weapon." ”

Then, the fat man was pushed into the room by Zhang Wei.

The chopping meat filling kitchen knife in his hand was snatched away by Zhang Wei, not to mention.

He was also solemnly explained: "You don't care what others take! Quickly hide in the room, and you can only come out when I call you." ”

Zhang Wei didn't ask Hu Ye to call for help, because he knew that the battle process would be very short and tragic.

In a maximum of ten minutes, the two sides will decide the winner.

Moreover, the battle can only be concluded by the complete death of one side, and there is no way to wait for reinforcements to arrive......

After explaining the fat man, Zhang Wei held a kitchen knife in his right hand, put on a posture of dragging the knife with one hand, and greeted the disciples.

After one or two breaths, the two sides were already about to collide together.

At this time, Zhang Wei gathered momentum and slashed back with a knife, and in the swift sword light that lit up like a practice, a kitchen knife cut through all the three layers of human skin on the head of the sect.

The leader of the sect had not even had time to stab out the vicious Ling Chi knife in his hand, and he had already died on the spot.

After successfully killing one person, Zhang Wei continued to move forward, and when his wrist flipped, a burst of sound sounded from his mouth: 'Split his head', and he used the new knife technique he had learned and sold to greet another disciple.

Even if the knife technique learned by this move, due to insufficient practice, it was far from allowing Zhang Wei to achieve the instinctive memory of the muscles.

However, it was at least one or two percent more powerful than the second knife, which was greatly reduced from the previous one, and under the swing of the brick-like kitchen knife, another disciple was cut to the ground.

Subsequently, the two tricks of picking teeth and picking out ears were used repeatedly, and they were both achievements.

For a while, after Zhang Wei stabbed four times in a row, he actually achieved the brilliant result of cutting down four people in a row.

The problem was that the brilliance he could create didn't stop there, and he was then besieged by a dozen followers who stood in an odd position, encircling Zhang Wei in the middle.

The Ling Chi knife glowing with blue light in his hand stabbed at him in all directions, which immediately made Zhang Wei feel tremendous pressure.

Zhang Wei used the three knife techniques from scratch again, but he could no longer achieve the results of one knife and one knife as just now.

It's amazing, that is, a knife that cuts a layer of human skin on these disciples, and that still needs to risk the risk and price of being stabbed.

The battle lasted only a minute, and Zhang Wei had already been stabbed several times in his arms and shoulders.

The sharpness of these Ling Chi knives is amazing, even the toughness of Zhang Wei's flesh and skin now, as long as he is stabbed, he will take away a small piece of flesh and blood.

If the battle lasts for a long time, it will be like the poisonous name of this knife, and it will be too late.

What's even worse is that the blue Ling Chi knife was definitely smeared with some deadly corpse poison, because there was already an obvious paralyzing sensation, coming from the wounds everywhere.

Zhang Wei, who was under great pressure, couldn't help but complain in his heart:

"Why! I knew that I would have come out with a gun, but I can't imagine that there are really people who are not afraid of death, and even the name of Zhang Dixian in the military coat can't scare them, so they are not afraid of retaliation?"

But after complaining, he still had to fight to the death with a kitchen knife.

The current situation is far from being so bad that Zhang Wei needs to abandon the fat man, regardless of all the serious consequences, and hides in the ruins in embarrassment.

Even if the current situation continues, the chances of winning are quite not optimistic......

Just when Zhang Wei made up his mind to fight to the death, suddenly a suona sound that was so high-pitched that it was about to pierce the sky suddenly sounded in the small courtyard.

Suddenly, everything seemed a little different.

'Drip, drip, drip~', the familiar tune of "Men Should Be Self-Improvement" sounded, and Zhang Wei's whole body was like being electrified, and he was immediately a spirit.

In this music, the knife he swung seemed to have a little more spirituality, and it was completely alive and fast on the line.

A cultist in front of him who could have dodged this knife was slashed in the neck by this kitchen knife, and it is usually estimated that it is a kitchen knife that is laborious to cut some ribs, but at this moment, cutting a neck is as easy as cutting a radish.

At this moment, Zhang Wei vaguely felt that kind of thing called the soul of the sword technique.

It was also from this moment that Zhang Wei forgot himself a little and was in a life-and-death struggle.

In the high-pitched suona sound of "Men Should Be Self-improving", he continued to use the three newly learned knife techniques repeatedly, and after each re-use, it seemed to be a little different.

At the same time, the feeling that the fat man called his soul became clearer and clearer in his mind.

The problem is that no matter how hard he tries to grasp it, this feeling is like a naughty little girl, always dangling in front of him, but he can't really catch her.

Zhang Wei, who was addicted to this feeling, did not find the tune performed by the suona sound in his ears.

has changed from the original "Men Should Be Self-Improvement", to "The Lonely Shadow of Heaven and Earth Let Me Go", and then to "The Order".

Even the woman who was the leader of the crowd who had been watching coldly at the beginning joined the group in his hesitation, stabbing him with the same Ling Chi knife in his hand, cutting off pieces of his flesh and blood.

I didn't know that the woman who had reached the middle level of the sixth rank was in the sword technique that he had become more and more proficient.

Layers of human skin on his body were cut and scrapped layer by layer like peeling an onion......

In this situation, until Zhang Wei was finally lucky to grasp that feeling, and after a clear realization rose in his heart, he slashed out the most amazing knife since the battle.

After that, Zhang Wei, who was in an indescribable mood, retreated from the unspeakable realm just now.

At this time, he realized that the high-pitched suona sound in his ears had gradually ended and ended, and on the ground around him, there were fallen disciples.

There is no opponent who can stand in front of him!