Sukeo Matsumoto's figure slowly manifests itself in the world of the plot.

His expression was so calm and relaxed that even in the face of the hatred of thousands of people, his face still did not change.

In his hand, he held a bloody heart that was agitating endlessly, and the heart shrank and shrank, as if it was still stubbornly continuing to supply blood, full of lively vitality.

It's a pity that it has already left Rindanhu's body at this time, and no matter how much it twitches, it will be useless, but it looks like a dying struggle and convulsions.

Ren Danhu watched himself being dissected, his eyes were about to split, one arm was raised in disbelief, his fingers were pointed at Matsumoto fiercely, his lips trembled slightly, as if questioning, how dare you?

I just dare, what can you do to me?

Matsumoto smiled slightly, the smile was hideous, he handed the heart in his hand to Ren Danhu's eyes, lightly clenched his fist, and with a soft sound, the huge heart was hard to be held into a solid meatball by him, and the bright red blood water was so dripping that it spurted out from between his fingers, pouring Ren Danhu's head all over his face, and the fishy smell was tangy, which was also mixed with some fine minced meat...... His face was full of rage, his eyes were almost protruding, he wanted to be angry but he had no heart, blood gushing out of the wound, even if he tried desperately to block it with one hand, it would be useless!

After stiffening for a moment, his hand finally fell, and with a scream, the whole person fell to the ground, the whites of his eyes turned up, and he didn't blink to death!

This is a vast field, thousands of neon contractors are neatly arranged, kneeling on tatami mats, all dressed in white martial arts uniforms, with a plaster belt tied to their heads, their faces solemn, and their hearts filled with murderous intent.

Seeing that Sukeo Matsumoto actually didn't care about so many of them, he was ruthless, and he actually cut a person's heart to death as soon as he made a move, many of the contractors were suddenly furious, and they scolded angrily, and the baba rattle sounded.

But in addition to this angry scolding, many neon talents suddenly remembered that this person turned out to be a super terrifying demon king, who was full of food, and actually came to this muddy water, and felt that it was not enough for him to die once?

For a while, his face was as pale as earth, and he didn't leave, nor did he stay, and he was extremely uneasy in his heart.

I have to say that the experience of this time in the infinite space gave them incomparable courage, so that they subconsciously ignored the horror of this demon king, or they knew that this demon king was so terrifying, but the reality of the large number of people made them feel that they could suppress this demon king steadily, but they didn't want Matsumoto to be unimpressed.

Matsumoto didn't care about the lively but inward-looking contractors, he turned to look at Mieko with a happy expression, and casually threw his incomparably porcelain heart on the ground.

The cold gaze made Mieko shrink like a quail, and the sound of her heart hitting the ground made every pore of her body almost explode!

She raised her head tremblingly, her expression was so pitiful, and she lightly opened her lips and said, "Matsumoto-kun, I, I was forced!" ”

Before the words fell, Sukeo Matsumoto burst into trouble, his eyes were fierce like a jackal, he raised one hand above the top, so fast that it stirred up the air and let out a piercing scream, and then his big palm was like a kei, with a piercing air scream, and it pressed on Mieko's body like a Tarzan pressing on the top.

At that moment, the faces of countless neon contractors changed greatly, and they subconsciously closed their eyes and couldn't bear to see it.

That beautiful head was blown up in the first place, like a broken balloon! It's hard to look at it directly.

Then there was a crackling sound of the joints popping...... The body of one meter seven or eight was squeezed to the height of a bench, becoming a porcelain meat mound, the bone and internal organs were compressed to the extreme, and almost all the water was squeezed out.

There was a puddle of muddy meat wrapped in rags on the ground! Blood was scattered all over the ground in a ring!

Matsumoto's palm crushed from his eyebrows all the way to his knees, and finally pressed it the ground, only to let go of the red and white splashed wet palms, let out a long breath, and smiled, "Finally ended this mistake, and my heart is really comfortable!" ”

Vomit...... Some contractors who couldn't react forcibly saw this tragic scene from beginning to end, and couldn't help but vomit, their hands and feet were sore and soft, and their faces were colorless!

A neon contractor finally couldn't help but stand up from the tatami mat, he bowed his head to the contractor around him, and said, "Gentlemen, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that the children at home haven't had lunch yet, so I'll go first!" ”

As he spoke, he directly connected to the True Spirit Imprint, and his figure flashed and disappeared into this plot world.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered that my dog hasn't been fed yet, and I have to go back first!"

"My wife is going to give birth, I have to go back and see!"

Seeing one person after another fleeing back to the infinite space with panicked faces, the contractor led by one immediately became angry, pulled out his katana, and slashed at the person next to him who was about to leave, "Baga, you have all lost the face of my Great Neon Empire!" ”

As he spoke, he stabbed to death the contractor with a face full of disbelief, you know, it was his own brother!

Immediately, in the horrified eyes of everyone, he drew his sword and slashed at Sukeo Matsumoto.

"Demon, whatever you say today will kill your dog!"

He dragged his katana, walked in small steps, stared at Matsumoto viciously, and as soon as he came to him, he jumped up suddenly, "Slash against the wind!" ”

The sword light dance made a ball of exercises, and slashed at Matsumoto Sukeo fiercely, his eyes clearly flashed with a light that did not hesitate to die for his life, and for a time he was as tall as a hero...... Don Quixote-esque tragic heroes!

"Good man!"

Matsumoto thought highly of this contractor who angrily killed him, and waved it out, breaking his katana with one palm, and gently swinging it out with the other, but it cut off his life, but it didn't take a trace of pain.

"It's a pity that such a man wants to be my enemy, although you are not qualified at the moment, but I, Matsumoto, have never had the habit of leaving the tiger in trouble, so you should go!"

With a slap in the face, Matsumoto looked at the rows of tatami mats that were supposed to be incomparably solemn and majestic.

It's a pity that these cowardly people make a mess of everything.

"Kill!"

After all, there were still people with perseverance and perseverance, and as soon as they saw Matsumoto rushing towards this place, they jumped up one after another, shurikens, darts, and hidden arrows rained down, and the contractors wielding katanas, swords, and various weapons did not even hesitate, so they killed Matsumoto without sparing their lives.

For a moment, Matsumoto was like a pawn caught in the middle of a thousand troops, and he seemed so lonely and powerless.

In fact, this is naturally not the case, although there are nearly a thousand contractors to beat him, but these guys are not from the army after all, the pressure is surging over, it looks terrifying, in fact, there is a lot of strength but not even three points of strength, more often you even have to worry about whether your companions will be killed, and you have to slash yourself coldly, and you are tied.

Around Matsumoto Suke's body, the black pressure could not suppress the people rushing up, his body walked quickly, sticking to the side of the crowd, with a pair of fleshy palms alone, but anyone who dared to stand in his way, it was really a death and injury, the huge and majestic force in his hand, and even the contractors who were crowded together next to each other, punched out rows of internal injuries.

Although he was only a person, he was like a fruit knife peeling apples, and the dead and wounded in the places he passed fell to the ground, and the lightest injuries were also broken bones and tendons, and for a while he lost the slightest combat power, and the people besieging him were almost rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

So in just a moment's effort, the many contractors were overwhelmed and scattered like sheep, and although they were outnumbered, they seemed to be surrounded by a large army, and everyone had a frustration on their faces that they were facing a desperate end.

A contractor wanted to leave the plot world, and before the beam of light enveloped his body, Matsumoto stepped on it, and a stone whistled through his head!

"Whoever wants to leave without asking me will die!"

Sukeo Matsumoto stopped, his body covered in blood, slimy and uncomfortable, but not a drop of blood belonged to him.

Speaking of which, his current strength is actually only a beginner to the A-level, and even because of the trouble of soul injuries, he may not be able to gain the upper hand with some of the plot characters who have also entered the A-level, even if he is facing the army of 10,000 people in the era of cold weapons, he may not be able to please him, and he will be injured after killing a hundred people, so he has to retreat.

Therefore, in comparison, most of these are only at the E level, and only a few dozen have reached the D level, and only three or two are C-level contractors, don't look at the number, in fact, they are not farts at all, not to mention that these guys don't even have the slightest cooperation, they are more familiar with the cooperation of those three or five people, and once they fall into the environment of the army fighting, they don't know what they should do.

If Matsumoto really let go of his foot strength, it would be easy for one person to kill them all, these people couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes, and one person was just a matter of a palm, a thousand people slapped a thousand times, so was it still a matter for a person like him?

If it weren't for the fact that everyone is neon people, these guys might have to use them for themselves in the future, Matsumoto would kill them with one palm, where would there be any possibility of injury! They're beautiful!

"Tell me, who organized you? Don't tell me that it's a gang of puppets of the government, you'd better give me an explanation, otherwise even for the sake of the face of the same neon people, I can only leave you a whole corpse at most! ”

"Matsumoto-kun! I organized them! ”

An old man with a big head slowly walked out of the back of the crowd, describing his strange face as old, with gray hair, wearing a traditional kimono, and his expression was solemn.

"Matsumoto-kun, you are the number one powerhouse in our Great Neon Empire today, however, your reputation is too bad, and there is too much hatred between you and the lower samurai, so I came forward to organize them, if you can show the strength you deserve, we are willing to leave all hatred behind, please lead our Neon Nation to new glory! Please! ”

As he spoke, he bowed deeply, "If you are angry in your heart, please kill the old decay!" I have no complaints! ”

Matsumoto couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, slightly shocked, "Nahito, the emperor? ”

(To be continued)