Wheezing, non-stop wheezing!

A sweep, forcing away a few thugs who rushed over with a knife, the continuous flow of blood and the fierce fight caused Wang Xuan's physical strength to lose a lot, his mind was completely unconscious, his steps were slow, and he was slashed again behind him.

"Whew!!"

Wang Xuan roared, holding the knife in both hands, and turned around suddenly, the sword light was like lightning across the night sky.

"Click!"

A knife slashed at the neck of the thug behind him!

In an instant, most of the neck was cut open, leaving only a little flesh and skin connected to the head drooping ~ pulled on the shoulder, like a zombie with a broken neck bone, and the frightened eyes showed deep unwillingness.

Blood sprayed Wang Xuan's head, face, and mouth like magma!

Everyone's eyes were focused on the slowly falling corpse, and the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.

It's not a few stabs to death, it's not so scary to look at!

This is beheading!

After entering the modern society, you will be infinitely away from everyone's beheading!

Beheading can only happen in film and television dramas!

The head that drooped ~ pulled to the side, with weirdly wide eyes and a big grinning mouth, seemed to be silently calling everyone present.

Come on!

I'll wait for you!!

Wang Xuan wiped the blood on his face with his hand carelessly.

"Uh-uh......"

A low and hoarse laugh came to mind, blood was still dripping from Wang Xuan's hair, his face was covered with blood and he couldn't see his face clearly, and his teeth in his grinning mouth were blood-red, as if he had just eaten a living person!

"Phew!"

A mouthful of blood was spit on the ground by Wang Xuan, the Japanese war knife in his hand was on the ground, his cold gaze swept over the group of thugs surrounding him, and there was madness in the hollow, and the frightened thugs involuntarily took a step back and slightly dispersed the encirclement.

"Come on! Aren't you trying to kill me? , Lord Yama doesn't dare to accept Lao Tzu, you guys ~ your mother still wants my life, see how many lives you pay me!! Wang Xuan stepped forward, pointed a knife at the surrounding thugs with one hand, and roared hoarsely.

Taken by his momentum, the gangsters took a few steps back in fright, and a strange encirclement appeared on the chaotic street, Wang Xuan, who was standing in the middle of the circle, was holding a knife in one hand, and his body was covered with purple-black dried blood, mixed with the bright red blood flowing down his head, looking dirty and terrifying.

"Get out of the way of Lao Tzu, these many people can't do one person, you are really a bunch of waste!"

A loud voice remembered, and the surrounding thugs breathed a sigh of relief.

The crowd separated and a guy who was about one meter seven tall and had dark ~ dark skin walked out.

This man was a little thin, but he looked very strong, his face was arrogant and domineering, his long and narrow eyes flashed with a faint cold light, and he was holding a long and thickened machete in his hand, with a sharp edge and a gauntlet on the hilt.

Looking at the obviously special knife, Wang Xuan's pupils shrank as soon as he felt a chill, and his already crazy brain gradually cooled, looking at the attitude of the gangsters around him, Wang Xuan knew that this person was a hard stubble, and it was difficult to provoke!

This person came to the circle and looked at the two corpses and a few broken arms on the ground, especially the guy whose head was cut off by half, exhaled slightly, and the hand holding the knife also subconsciously tightened, staring at Wang Xuan, who was like a blood gourd.

"Hong Yishe, ghost, Dong Xingzai, report a name!"

"Phew!" Wang Xuan spit out the blood foam in his mouth, I've watched too many TV series! A lot of people talk about villains, and you won't survive a chapter in my novel!

Slowly, raise the war knife in your hand and clasp it with both hands.

Gritting his teeth, he suddenly accelerated and jumped over, slashing hard.

"Sneak attack!"

The ghost carried a knife in his right hand and went out, after all, it was one-handed, and he suddenly didn't use all his strength, only felt a numbness in his arm, and a pain in his mouth, if it weren't for the handguard that prevented it from falling off, the knife would have flown out.

"Mom......"

Before a sentence could be scolded, Wang Xuan's second knife had already arrived, and the ghost had no time to be distracted, and immediately waved the machete in his hand to resist with all his might.

After slashing with all his might with seven or eight knives in a row, Wang Xuan immediately felt that his strength was out of strength, his movements slowed down significantly, and he slashed out again, Wang Xuan took two steps back and stopped, and his mouth kept panting.

Finding that Wang Xuan's knife was weak, the ghost was also secretly relieved, and immediately shook his numb arm.

I was caught off guard just now, and I let myself completely fall into the disadvantage, and I secretly hated the other party's despicable sneak attack and was also a little afraid, if it weren't for my rich experience in a hundred battles, I might not have been able to survive safely just now.

At this moment, grabbing ~ the empty space of the opponent's tired body, the ghost also slashed towards Wang Xuan without mercy.

Relying on the length of the sword, Wang Xuan could barely resist at first, but the more he got to it, the more he realized that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the ghost, and he had to hang here if he went on like this!

As soon as his heart was horizontal, he didn't care about the long knife cut by the other party, and the war knife ran towards the ghost's head and slashed it, as if he was in a posture of exchanging his life for a life, and the frightened ghost quickly retreated and blocked the knife.

After barely holding on for a few more rounds, Wang Xuan felt that he was about to lose his strength, and took the time to glance around, the gangsters on both sides were still entangled together, and they would never be able to tell the winner for a while, and when they came to rescue him, the grass on the grave was a foot!

Damn it!

I can't be in this anymore, I have to find a way!

People have to rely on themselves at all times!

"Choke!"

Setting up the chopping knife again, Wang Xuan staggered back two steps, the sword slammed into the ground, his body shook, and he couldn't stand steadily.

Looking at the weak Wang Xuan, a cruel smile appeared on the ghost's face, and he stepped forward and slashed down fiercely, Wang Xuan could only barely raise his left arm to block.

"Zla!"

It was completely beyond the ghost's imagination, and instead of cutting off the opponent's arm with a knife, the machete was embedded in the opponent's left arm.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed in front of him, and his right arm suddenly cooled.

The ghost looked down and saw that his right arm had been severed from his elbow, and blood was spurting out like money.

looked at his severed arm in a daze, and then looked at the other part that was still holding the handle of the knife embedded in the opponent's arm, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he took a few steps back and muttered unconsciously: "This ...... This can't be, this can't be! ”

Habitually raised his broken arm and pointed at Wang Xuan and roared bitterly: "You are cheating, you are despicable!" ”

Shaking off the machete on his left arm, the corners of Wang Xuan's mouth twitched in pain, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from shouting, the knife was pointed at the ghost, and his steps were slow but firm.

The ghost who was holding his broken arm tightly flashed panic on his face, and his voice shouted hurriedly: "Wait, I admit defeat, you won, I admit it, now immediately lead people to retreat, from now on withdraw from the rivers and lakes, how about letting me go!?" ”

Wang Xuan looked at the battle knife in his hand, which was more than one meter long, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Let you go, it's okay!" ”

"Thank you!" The ghost was visibly relieved, and he didn't dare to hope to pick up his broken arm, so he turned around and left.