Before he could finish speaking, he pulled out a long sword from behind him.

Kafka glanced back angrily, as he had just thrown at them the submachine gun.

This girl looks delicate, and her tone of voice is really not small.

Kafka is not a guy who looks down on women, but what this woman said is also a little too ugly, what it means to call a man is a useless thing.

Kafka looked carefully at Yiru behind him, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, letting Yiru in front of him.

He wanted to see now what kind of woman with such a big mouth had the ability to dare to say such a big thing. According to what she said, men all over the world have no real skills, and only they women have real materials.

Kafka didn't say a word, but he was unconvinced. In Kafka's view, if a man tries to make a little bit of force, he may break her small waist.

is such a weak woman, I am afraid that she will be slapped to death by the banshee in front of her. Anyway, since she is so unashamed, let's take a look first.

Yiru is like the long sword in his hand, the cold light flashes and the murderous aura is compelling, and she really looks like a female warrior with extraordinary skills.

Unlike the common Chinese double-edged sword, this is a single-edged sword that is not commonly used by Chinese. The sword was a far cry from the weapons commonly used by the steppe nomads and Tatars, and was more like the Japanese sword worn by the Japanese samurai.

It's just that this sword, compared to the Japanese sword, seems to be a little too long, and the length of the sword body is almost the same as the size of the girl.

This is a special Japanese weapon that is not easy to master and skillfully control, and the Japanese call this extra-long Japanese Taidao a wild knife.

Notai knife is the general name of the ultra-long knife in Japan, and there is no difference in its appearance with the same Japanese sword, but the length of the notai knife is more than three feet at the shortest, and some can even reach nine feet.

This weapon is not common in mainstream Japanese kendo, and it can be regarded as an extremely heretical weapon, but because it is extremely difficult to control the Notai sword, the swordsmen who use the Notai sword as a weapon are usually people with extremely high swordsmanship attainments. It is said that the Japanese swordsman Kojiro Sasaki is best at using the Notai sword.

Legend has it that the Yagyu family, a famous Japanese kendo family, also has a shadow stream about the secret method of Notai sword swordsmanship, inherited from the Yin current of Kamiizumi Nobutsuna.

However, in Yanagi's new Yin Stream swordsmanship, there is no swordsmanship about the Wild Tai Sword. As a result, people regard the shadow stream that has never been passed on by the Yagyu family as the first-class Nota sword swordsmanship.

The wild sword in his hand is more than five feet long.

As a woman, it is not easy to control such a weapon. Even in a large number of martial arts novels, there are very few martial artists who can control this kind of long sword freely, not to mention a woman whose arm strength is naturally inferior to that of a man.

Having said that, in this not very spacious corridor on the second floor, Yiru wielded the wild sword in his hand, elegant, agile, flexible, and not stiff and clumsy at all, and the perfect combination of human swords into one. Seeing that Frankimir and Kafka couldn't help but nod their heads again and again, they couldn't imagine that such a weak woman would have such ability, it seems that this woman is not only talking big, looking for opportunities to belittle and contempt others, but this woman really has the ability.

I saw the handle of the knife that was clenched with both hands and wrapped around the ribbon. The sharp tip of the Nota knife was aimed at the glamorous banshee in front of them, the second rib under the armpit.

Without waiting for the glamorous banshee to make any attacking stance, it was like a wild knife in her hand, as fast as lightning, and pierced between the second and third ribs under the banshee's armpit, piercing the banshee's body.

The blade that pierced the banshee's back was more than half a foot long.

It is intended to twist the wrist so that the blade of the Notai knife rotates within the banshee's body, causing more damage.

Blood gushed out like a burst pipe, and Eiru quickly pulled back and pulled the Notai sword out of the banshee's body.

As the Notai knife was pulled out, the wound on the banshee's body spurted even more crazy blood. Seeing that this MP40 submachine gun can't kill the banshee, now in the blink of an eye, she is about to die under the sword of the girl.

"Good! That's amazing. Kafka exclaimed approvingly. He really underestimated this woman, he didn't expect her to be really good, and she really had some skills.

"This **, it's really not bad, how about it? It must have been cool just now, right? Kafka asked in a low voice to Frankimir, who was beside him.

Before Kafka's words fell, the wound of the glamorous banshee in front of him quickly stopped bleeding, and in less than a moment, the serious wound caused by the Notai knife was completely healed, just like the wound that was hit by the MP40 submachine gun just now.

The banshee's amazing wound healing speed made the three of them a little dumbfounded, and for a moment no one could think of how to deal with this inexplicable banshee.

Yiru wiped away the blood stains left in the Notai knife with her sleeves, and re-grasped the handle of the Notai knife with both hands, and put on an offensive posture, she slowly retreated, while cautiously observing the banshee.

Meaning is preparing for a new round of attacks, and at the same time, he is also looking for the weaknesses in the glamorous banshee in front of him.

In this case, only hope that the weakness of this banshee can be discovered, which is the key to being able to defeat the banshee, otherwise no matter what damage is done to the banshee, the monster may heal again.

This time, the glamorous banshee didn't give Yiru much time to think, she raised her claws and pounced on Yiru quickly.

As if he immediately raised his sword to meet the attack, the two extremely beautiful stunners, in the narrow corridor that was not spacious, respectively used large and somewhat incompatible long swords and extremely sharp giant claws, and launched an extremely thrilling life-and-death fight.

The banshee's body is delicate and charming, but the huge claws have the power of a thousand catties, and every attack is full of powerful impact that far surpasses that of humans.

It means that the girl's body is light and elegant, the swordsmanship is smart and exquisite, unpredictable, avoiding the real and hitting the virtual, fast as lightning. She knew that if she was glued to the banshee's claws, she would definitely be dead or disabled, and she would never take this lightly.

The exquisite body style has become the key to victory over the enemy. The soft swordsmanship of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, taking the lead everywhere with softness, made the fierce and vicious banshee feel a little powerless.

However, no matter how much you stab the banshee repeatedly, its amazing healing speed will never be able to cause effective damage, and it will only be a waste of effort.

Frankimir and Kafka, who were standing on the side, were more and more worried about it, and they wanted to go up to help, but they didn't know what they could do.

Yiru took such a long guy, but he couldn't help this banshee, and now the two of them were bare-handed, and they could barely go up and help.

Even though it seems that Yiru seems to have the upper hand now, but if it continues to fight like this, with the continuous consumption of physical energy, such a situation will gradually change, Yiru is a girl, everyone can think that she will not last long, but although the banshee is constantly injured, she is getting braver and braver.

"I've got a way, let's blow up this witch!" Kafka said suddenly.

"Huh? Do you have any great ideas? Confused, Frankmir glanced at Kafka and then turned his gaze back to the banshee.

"Look downstairs!" Kafka leaned on the railing and pointed out the hallway, to a corner of the courtyard.

Frankimir turned his head to look downstairs and found three tall gas canisters in a corner not far from the downstairs.

Frankimir instantly understood what Kafka was thinking. It seems that this fat pig with a fat head and big ears is not so stupid as it looks, and he really has a bit of a delicate heart, and he can be cautious and cautious in the face of danger.

It's no wonder that he, a guy with a fat brain, can still get a doctorate in biology, which is not something that can be mixed with three religions and nine streams.

"That's a good idea, let's go down and get those jars." Frankimir said, glancing again at Yiru, who was inextricably linked to the banshee.

Frankimir was sure that before the banshee exhausted Yiru's physical strength, the banshee could not help Yiru, and the disparity between their strength and weakness was very obvious, and if this banshee was an ordinary person, a hundred lives would have been taken by Yiru.

At this moment, Frankimir suddenly realized that there seemed to be something missing next to these two desperately fighting women, but what was it?

It's Frazier! Frankimir suddenly remembered that Frazier, who had been lying at the banshee's feet all along, was now gone.

In front of them, except for the banshee and Yiru, there was no longer a single figure in the corridor on the second floor that led to the dark night.

There was no doubt that this must have allowed Fraser to run away.

By the time everyone focused on the banshee, Fraser must have woken up from his fainting, and he had already fled before anyone noticed him.

It's really damn it, I finally found a breakthrough, thinking that I would be able to ask about Zhukov's whereabouts immediately, but it fell short, and it was all in vain.

Now that Frazier has run away, who should they ask for Zhukov's hiding place.

When Frankimir hesitated, Kafka didn't pay any attention to Fraser, he turned his head and ran towards the stairs not far behind him, and when he saw that Frankimir didn't follow, Kafka turned around and shouted.

Kafka shouted, and Frankimir realized that now was not the time to think about Fraser and Zhukov, and that the key to the problem was to solve the banshee first.

Yiru once mentioned that she knew that there were two Zhukovs, and maybe she could find out Zhukov's whereabouts from Yiru sometimes, but now it was the priority to deal with the banshees.

Kafka and Frankimir ran towards the stairs, as if they were watching their surroundings as they played. She realized that if she continued to entangle with the banshee like this, she would only suffer in the end.

Yiru wanted to see if Frankmir and them had come up with any good way to deal with the banshee, but he didn't want to look back and see Frankimir and them, and he had no intention of helping at all, and was ready to slip away.

Yiru knew there that they were going to get gas cans, and they couldn't help but curse in their hearts.

These two useless bastards, what kind of man, what kind of beast are they like pigs and dogs. I have the heart to rush back to save their lives, and I plan to help them escape. I didn't expect these two guys to smear oil on the soles of their feet, and they only cared about their own safety. Leave this unbeatable monster to yourself alone to clean up, they can have the wind under their feet, and they run away first.