The first to strike was the crow leader's impatient subordinate, a tiger with a long-handled sword dance. The leader of the crows has eight close guards, all of whom have been carefully selected after layers of testing. Before the catastrophe, there were instructors of martial arts schools and professional bodyguards, as well as two veterans, who were in troubled times and fought their way out of the road with their own force, and then they joined the Raven Legion and became the leader's close guard.

Eight close guards, each equipped with a mountain sword of the same specification and style, stood next to the crow leader, and automatically formed an invisible coercion. Since the Raven Legion gradually grew in size, the only task of these eight close guards was to protect the leader, and they didn't need to fight and kill.

Moreover, the eight people are a special existence in the Raven Legion, they can enjoy all kinds of resources first, food, women, as long as it is not the leader of the forbidden belly, no one can refuse to stop them. There was once a leader who had been following the leader of the crows, and during a ransack of a survivor camp, he grabbed a woman who was said to be the young leader's first girlfriend. When the little boss smuggled the woman back to his residence, he happened to be discovered by a martial arts instructor who was known for his lust among the eight guards. The coach coveted the woman's beauty and insisted on taking it back, and the two clashed on the spot.

After the matter was big, he went to the crow chief, who thought that this little boss who had worked hard and worked hard was beaten again by robbing a woman, and the crow leader would at least reprimand the coach if he did not use some punishment methods. But what I didn't expect was that the crow leader just said coldly, asking the little leader to bring the woman over to the coach, otherwise it would be shared for everyone to enjoy.

After all, the color of wine is not shallow, and the guard who struck first was the lascivious coach, thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a strong body. However, there was no fight for a long time, and the strength and reaction of the shot were much worse, and the original knife was slashed towards Zhang Zhao in the field, but it was cut off by Langchen on the side, and the black knife was picked, and the lascivious coach almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

"You guys go get him, don't touch any of these two!" The leader of the crows raised his knife and pointed at it, and several of his subordinates who had not yet joined the battle circle understood and rushed towards Langchen in unison.

The leader of the crows used two wide-backed machetes, it seemed that one knife had more than 20 catties, and the double machetes shook out a circle of light and shadow with the rotation of his wrists, he did not continue to talk nonsense, and slashed at Zhang Zhao.

The first time he confronted the crow leader, he used a scythe, and he had a brief fight with Langchen, if it weren't for the temporary emergency, I don't know how long the two would have been able to fight. The leader of the crows is high-profile and rampant, and he is not a bluff, and he does not know how high or low. He has real skills, otherwise the Raven Legion would not have been developed into the scale it is today by his iron-blooded means.

The strength of his shot, coupled with the weight of the blade, Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong did not dare to resist and retreated, but the knife in the other hand also followed.

In a hurry, Guo Rong slammed the machete in his hand with his war knife, clanged, his wrist was hot, and he almost couldn't hold the war knife. The crow leader's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he didn't give the two of them a chance to breathe, and with two swords in unison, he forcibly forced the two to take five or six steps back.

It stands to reason that the weight of two knives is not as smooth as that of a person who regularly exercises his arm strength. But the leader of the crows seemed to have no effort, like chopping dumpling filling, fast and ruthless.

Zhang Zhao has consulted Langchen for a long time on the technique of using a knife, and he is no longer the little white who can only slash with his strength. In addition, he fights with zombies almost every day, not to mention anything else, the power of slashing and slashing is already a lot stronger. The traditional knife technique taught by Langchen pays attention to only advancing and not retreating, but he was forced to regress by the crow leader's quick knife, not to mention anything else, and he has already lost a few points in momentum.

Zhang Zhao's knife skills learned were practiced in actual combat, there are not so many bells and whistles, the most important thing is to be fast, the blade must be accurate, and the momentum of people leaning on each other must be ruthless. He practiced his sword, he practiced against the air, and he imagined the enemy out of thin air. When you really shoot, you are dealing with primary zombies, with the most accurate timing and the least amount of effort, and strive to kill with one sword.

But really fighting with people, practicing knives against the air, and practicing knives against zombies, how can it be the same. The crow leader unleashed his knife so fast and ruthless that it was difficult for people to react, and they only dodged by their own feelings.

Fortunately, there was also Guo Rong, taking advantage of the crow leader's breath, he held the war knife with both hands, and swept out violently according to the advantage of the length of the war knife. This knife took him most of his strength, no matter what weapon the other party was holding, if it was cut, it would not be able to take off the skin.

The crow leader didn't have time to retract his sword, he raised his double knives vertically, and with that force, his body and blade shrank back, and he unloaded most of his strength.

The two sides stood still, able to breathe, Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong took the opportunity to pull away and look ahead from left to right. Otherwise, the two of them will be next to each other and will not be able to perform without moving, and they will be beaten by the crow leader and will not even have a chance to fight back.

Zhang Zhao took a posture, with two Tang knives horizontally on his chest and one behind his head, one defending and one attacking. At this time, his heart was beating like a drum, and hot sweat was also breaking out on his head, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was too excited, and he rushed directly to his head. The crow leader's offensive is not fancy, and it is probably also trained by a hundred battles. Zhang Zhao knew that if he blindly retreated, he would be stabbed sooner or later, and at this moment, the two sides were in a desperate situation, and there was only one way to retreat, and there might be a chance to win if he moved forward bravely.

He took a deep breath, and the leader of the crows over there had swung his left hand and slashed at his chest with a flat sword. Zhang Zhaoping put the Tang knife on his chest, and he greeted it fearlessly, but after all, the crow leader's strength was greater than him, and the two knives intersected, and the wide-backed machete directly swung the Tang knife away and hit Zhang Zhao in the chest. Zhang Zhao's other knife in the back of his head also slashed down at this time, taking away a blood stain on the crow leader's shoulder.

When he saw the flat cut out in his left hand, the crow leader's right hand was tricky and swung out from the bottom to the top, Guo Rong wanted to support Zhang Zhao, but he was struck by his way of fighting, and he slashed on his thigh.

The three of them fought, each of them wounded, and when the leader of the crows had succeeded, he bounced backwards, playfully waving his teeth and claws at them, ignoring the wound on his shoulder. His current appearance is like an adult taking advantage of his own advantages to provoke two three-year-old children, pinching the children's cheeks fiercely, and the children chase and beat, but they can never catch up with the adults, angry and anxious.

The two knew that he was doing this on purpose, wanting them to show their flaws, turning a blind eye to his arrogant expression, and also following his example, sometimes wielding a knife, and taking it away.

The three of them clashed several times, each with a new injury, but it was not a hard sticky beating, but the wound was not deep. Unconsciously, they had exchanged positions several times, during which Zhang Zhao also stabbed a knife into the lap of the guard whose arm had been cut off by Lang Chen and was lying on the ground half-dead and wailing, demonstrating to the leader of the crows. Unexpectedly, when the crow leader went around to that position, he directly cut the throat of the injured guard with a single sword, as if he thought his wail was noisy.

On the other side, Langchen faced off against the five guards, and the fighting scene was much more exciting, and it would never be as reliant as Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong's opponent crow leader. After all, the six of them are all practitioners, each with their own means, and it is rare to meet an opponent, and the fighting spirit is becoming more and more intense.

The machete in the guard's hand was one meter and two with a blade with a handle, a wide blade, and a heavy tip. If this is cut, the arm and thigh will have to be directly cut into two sections. As soon as the five people came up to form an encirclement, they directly hit the dead hand. The lecherous coach was knocked by Langchen and almost fell, and after getting up, he shouted loudly and slashed at Langchen's head.

Lang Chen's eyes were like an eagle, aiming at the trajectory of the opponent's knife, not dodging or dodging, directly meeting it, when the two knives intersected, he slashed forward, and the black knife cut a line of fire on the blade of the long-handled machete. Close-up in front, Langchen supported the ground with one hand, raised his foot and kicked the lascivious coach's chin, directly kicked him and spurted a mouthful of blood, and flew upside down.

The other four guards were gathering momentum from four directions, thinking of surrounding him in the middle, and attacking at the same time would definitely catch him off guard. But Langchen repeated the old trick, regardless of the two knives behind him, he took two steps straight forward, the black knife swung two long-handled machetes left and right, and when he slid between the two, he pinched the handle of one person and twisted it, and the black knife was lifted forward, cutting off the knife-holding arm of the other guard.

Turning around and going around behind the guard who had taken off the long knife, the other two knives had already been killed, and Lang Chen swung out the black knife with an expressionless face, slashing a two people who had been unscrewed off the knife and the broken arm under the knife. Then he stepped back, dodging the twin swords. One blow missed, but two people were killed, and the two guards were stunned, and a chill suddenly rose in their hearts.

As the close guard of the crow leader, although there are some slight disagreements between the eight people, they often look at each other unpleasantly. can have some understanding of their respective strengths, the lascivious coach, who practiced martial arts at the age of six, although he has lacked training over the years, his basic skills are all there, and it is not a problem for ordinary people to play five or six. And the two people who just died, one who had been a bodyguard for fifteen years, and a veteran, even if they were not used to using this kind of weapon, they would not even have time to react and were killed.

The two glanced at each other, and their respective dialogues couldn't believe that the young man in front of him, who looked soft and had no heroic spirit, actually shot fast and ruthlessly: this is obviously the real means of killing.