"Does this really work?" Wang Lao Er took the face towel and carefully covered himself.

He has the heart to kill the enemy, but he doesn't want to lose his life in vain.

The smoke has not yet dissipated, he is not as deep as Cheng Ba and Drinking Blood, if he rushes forward directly, it is inevitable that he will not be poisoned.

"It's okay to block it for a while." Chengba sat on the tree, watching the fight not far away, looking like an old god at ease.

They were taken by surprise and helped by toxic smoke, and it was only a matter of time before they won.

Cheng Ba was amazed, how could he not know that there were such good things in this world, and his admiration for Cui Yan in his heart had risen a little. If there is no poisonous smoke, they will definitely pay a lot of price if they want to capture this place.

Seeing that there was no suspense, Cheng Ba jumped to the ground. Seeing that Wang Lao Er was still in place, he didn't dare to step forward, so Cheng Ba raised his foot and kicked it.

"Young Master!" Wang Lao Er rubbed his ass and screamed loudly.

The temper of the eighth young master is inevitably too bad.

"Aren't you clamoring to slash your enemies?" Chengba raised his eyebrows, and his eyes showed a little impatience.

"I, I haven't killed anyone......"

He is a little hunter, where have I ever seen such a bloody scene!

Because of his words, Chengba's face suddenly fell, Shuramen is a killer organization, a killer who can't kill, what use can it be?

Cheng Ba had a calm face, and approached Wang Lao Er step by step, his leg was injured, but his skills were profound, and it was not difficult to walk on both feet.

Wang Lao Er was so frightened that his legs and stomachs suddenly began to fight, picked up the knife in his hand, and pointed at Chengba.

"Don't, don't come here, I'll ...... if I come over again"

"What about you?" Cheng Ba raised the corners of his mouth, and actually smiled, "Kill me?" ”

"I'm ......," Wang Lao Er fell directly to the ground.

Killing Chengpa, he didn't even dare to think about it.

It's too late, it's fast, before Wang Laoer's farts touch the ground, his body shook up, and a powerful force, holding his hand holding the knife, took him up and flew into the battle circle.

Before Wang Lao Er could react to what was happening, the scorching blood had already poured onto his face.

A strong man dressed in black fell in front of him.

Wang Lao Er lowered his head in horror, and the scarlet blood was left along his blade.

"I, I killed someone."

Suddenly, a black shadow flew towards him, and Wang Lao Er subconsciously lifted the knife, and the blade, which was already stained with blood, instantly inserted into the chest cavity of the person who came.

"Left!"

Accompanied by Chengba's voice, another black shadow flew in.

"Right!"

"Behind!"

"This way!"

……

But after a while, a hill of corpses was piled up in front of Wang Lao Er.

One after another, Wang Laoer's strength gradually ran out, and he finally fell down on his back.

He hated the enemies who killed his parents, and he wanted to kill them. However, he never imagined that one day, his hands would be stained with the blood of so many people.

He killed, really killed, and those lives that were clearly still alive were all silent under his own knife. He was a little flustered in his heart, but it was more of a sense of revenge.

Although, he also knew that if he didn't have Chengba, he would have absolutely no way to do it himself.

He wants to be strong, as strong as Seihachi, so strong that no one can bully him.