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The sharp dart head is about to reach Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyelids didn't move, the rat king blade in his right hand was just about to knock on the chain body, so that the dart head changed direction, who knew that the dart head changed direction first, the rat king blade missed, and the chain dart drew an arc, rolling back to his neck, and wanted to wrap around his neck and bring him down and strangle.

"Bang" Zhang Xiaoqiang waved his left hand and slapped the sharp dart head mountain, slapped it away, and the dart head that flew to the side was suddenly retracted by the chain and fell into the hands of Master Xiong.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Xiong Ye looked at each other, one sat on the ground, the other stood long, compared to the image, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was covered in blood, was too far behind, he looked like a Jedi, Xiong Ye's body was as neat as ever, and there was not even a single wrinkle on his clothes, it seemed that he was the final winner.

The situation is just the opposite, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was sitting on the ground, smiled at the corner of his mouth, with a relaxed face, no matter how bad it is, can it be compared to being trapped in the net and unable to move?

Xiong Ye's eyes were cold, his expression flickered, he didn't expect it to become a stalemate at this moment, and he didn't take down this lame man when he tried his best, but his side was miserable and lost his courage, but Zhang Xiaoqiang became more and more courageous, and the advantages he created before were lost, Zhang Xiaoqiang got out of trouble, his subordinates were useless, and his chain dart seemed useless to Zhang Xiaoqiang?

"Listen to me, go together, no matter how cowering you are, you will kill all your family members and your women, and you will not let go of any of them・・・・・・・・・・・・"

Xiong Ye was on fire, shouting loudly, his tone was Lingran, and he was like fire in the previous warmth.

In the midst of this, one by one the men stood up with dead faces, desperately facing Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was sitting on the ground covered in blood, with grief in their hearts, unspeakable, they clenched their fists, bullied their chests, gritted their teeth, and a bloody strip of blood on their bitten lips slipped down from their chins.

After the first shout, all the men shouted together, rushing towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with red eyes, they were either holding stones, or holding knives and sticks, not thinking about how to capture Zhang Xiaoqiang alive, they just wanted to fight, work hard, and earn a way to survive for themselves and their families.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's men pounced hard, without the previous tension, his legs were together, and he smashed to the ground, between the slight vibrations, Zhang Xiaoqiang bounced up, rolled backwards, more than ten heels in a row, Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled to the edge of the wheelchair, he grabbed the wheelchair and propped it up, so that the whole body was pulled up from the ground, and he stood on the ground.

The crowd pounced, Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed the wheelchair with his left hand and swept it, between the collisions, three or two figures flew out, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood the wheelchair forward, stepped forward with his left foot, moved half a step forward, waved his blade to cut off a short knife, and disemboweled, the man held the half-cut short knife and swung it in the air, rushed behind Shang Xiaoqiang, and became staggered after connecting a few steps, countless internal organs shook off his chest, wrapped around his legs, tripping him, he fell to the ground, holding the handle of the knife, staring at the blood-stained ground on his cheeks with blank eyes, In thoughtlessness, swallow the last breath.

Zhang Xiaoqiang uses a wheelchair as a crutch and shield, fighting in the crowd, the power of the Rat King blade is fully displayed in the close combat, the knife is broken, the blood is rushing to the sky, and the miserable howl is screaming, Zhang Xiaoqiang is like an iron man, majestic in the bloody wave, a dead corpse fell behind him, he went against the current in the crazy crowd, a pride shook his heart, and he couldn't help but shout.

This is him Zhang Xiaoqiang, at this time he has no regrets in his heart, even if he is killed in the next second, he has no regrets, he has enough of a wheelchair, he is a strong man washed out in the fight, and it is not for him to be a weak person, he likes to kill, loves to kill.

"Hah!"

After drinking, a figure rushed forward, his legs were tight, his upper body was half up, and he flew in the air and kicked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, the black soles that were lifted in front of him were infinitely magnified, and he retracted the Rat King blade that he swung out, and the sharp blade was silently greeted, and the sole was cut off, not only that, the sharp edge cut off a pair of soles of the man's feet like cutting tofu, cut off the calves, cut open the red flesh and white bones between the thighs, and inserted them into the man's abdomen.

"Touching ・・・・・・・"

The man didn't have time to scream, in a moment of numbness, the momentum of his leap in the air made his half of his body smash into Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang was rubbed back a few steps by the man, his left hand unconsciously let go of the wheelchair, the man fell to the ground spraying blood, staring at Zhang Xiaoqiang blankly, and when he reached Zhang Xiaoqiang and lost the wheelchair, the man laughed, and then his head was tilted to the side, completely losing his brilliance.

"Upper・Upper ・・・・・・・"

Xiong Ye shouted, seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang had no crutches and shields, he thought that their opportunity had come, and after shouting, he rushed over first, before the person arrived, the chain sounded, and the sharp dart head flew towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's throat, obviously he also had no idea of capturing Zhang Xiaoqiang alive, and he only had to kill at this time.

Without him, Zhang Xiaoqiang is too strong, he can be a hundred in a wheelchair, and when Zhang Xiaoqiang fully recovers, there are a few people who can beat Zhang Xiaoqiang, and at this moment it is Xiong Ye's selfishness that makes trouble, and he forgot to exchange Zhang Xiaoqiang for missiles.

Without a wheelchair, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not in a hurry, even if he dies, what will happen? He's done more than he could have imagined, and why not die as a warrior.

Zhang Xiaoqiang roared angrily, forgetting that he was not good at walking, and took the initiative to meet him with clumsy steps, one step, two steps, three steps.

"When ・・・・・・・"

The back of the Rat King's blade slammed into the dart head, Zhang Xiaoqiang's strength was full, and the jumping dart head flew upside down towards the bear master who was holding the chain tail, and the speed was more than twice as fast as flying towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Xiong Ye is not afraid, he is used to practicing chain darts, he knows the habits of chain darts better than anyone else, twisting his neck slightly, the chain dart fell into the air, the body shape was reversed, the long chain wrapped around his body, stepped sideways, and drank loudly, the missing dart head had not yet lost its remaining strength, and it made an arc and shot at Zhang Xiaoqiang again.

This time the speed is different, Zhang Xiaoqiang's strength plus Xiong Ye's strength, the speed of the dart head is beyond imagination, but Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't take a look, in the dynamic vision, as if strolling in the back garden, Tsing Yi butterfly dance, the rat king blade in his hand in front of those men pounced in front of him, and he couldn't be fired, cutting off their weapons, cutting off their heads, and the heads rolled, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned to the side, and the fast dart head grazed his lips and shot into the throat of a person next to him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly adapted to his movements, he was like a slow-motion movie, in the slow motion of those men, he killed those men at a speed slightly faster than the men, the result was Xiong Ye, the faster his chain dart, the higher the speed, the longer Zhang Xiaoqiang entered the dynamic time.

The scene was extremely chaotic, with Zhang Xiaoqiang as the center to form a whirlpool, the men around the periphery forgot about life and death, shouted loudly, and rushed in one by one in a daze and were stabbed by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who has dynamic vision, no matter how hidden or weird the direction of the dart is, he can always block it, and sometimes he can shoot some enemies with the help of chain darts, unconsciously, Zhang Xiaoqiang's legs appear flexible, and then he is not a passive killer, but an active catch-up, first slowly chasing, and then he turned into a trot.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who can already trot, can't feel his changes, and those men who sacrifice their lives to kill Zhang Xiaoqiang can't feel his changes, they are slowly decreasing invisibly, and then Xiong Ye suddenly found that there are less than ten people under him, and these ten people are still timid, and they have not dared to rush in the periphery, and at this moment it is not that they are besieging Zhang Xiaoqiang, but that Zhang Xiaoqiang is chasing them.

"Retreat ・・・・・・・・・・ retreat ・・・・・・・・・・・・"

Xiong Ye couldn't stand it, and there was a panic in his heart that he hadn't felt for a long time, cold sweat rained down, Zhang Xiaoqiang was no longer a waste material who was in a wheelchair and could only shoot with a pistol, he was a master who could run and jump, the corpses were all over the place, the flesh and blood were paved, and Xiong Ye never wanted to stay in this place again.

"Want to run? It's not that easy, leave Lao Tzu's life ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・"

Zhang Xiaoqiang became more and more brave the more he killed, and when he heard Xiong Ye Khan retreating, he roared angrily and roared out the resentment in his heart. At this time, he couldn't think of anything else, he just needed to kill, and use killing to calm the sullenness and depression he had accumulated a few days ago.

The rest of the people couldn't stand it for a long time, and they heard Master Xiong's shout. He shot and turned around and ran, not taking a second look, Zhang Xiaoqiang was chasing after him, chasing and chasing, he felt that the men who fled in front of him seemed to be getting slower and slower, he could easily catch up with them, and cut off their heads at will with the Rat King blade.

"Ha ・・・・・・・・・・"

Xiong Ye, who was running in front, suddenly turned around, the chain dart in his hand came back again, Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to knock off as before, the Rat King blade had not yet touched the dart head, Xiong Ye's right hand shook sharply, and the chain as straight as a javelin swung out ripples, and the dart head changed an angle in the air, turning from a thorn to winding, wrapping around Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand, and tying his right hand holding the knife strongly.

"Ah・・・・・・・・・・ he's tied up・・・・・"

Hearing Master Xiong's shout, the remaining few people spied on the cheap, their brains were hot, and they rushed over with a shout.

The sawtooth on the back of the Rat King's blade rested on the taut chain, and with the rotation of the wrist, the sawtooth sawed it off, and the broken chain softened like noodles, accelerating again, Zhang Xiaoqiang cut melons and chopped vegetables and killed the remaining few people cleanly, standing next to a few bloody corpses, Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no trace of the leading one-eyed man.