The smoke separated the front knife hand from the knife hand behind him, and the knife hand in the back was still staring at the smoke, waiting for it to dissipate, unaware of the situation ahead.

But it was said that Zhang Dashan rushed in, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep, broke into the crowd, and waved the dagger in his hand violently, bringing up a cold light, cutting directly into the throats of these knife hands. Puff, puff, the faint sound of cutting sounded, and in the blink of an eye, the heads of seven or eight more knife hands tilted and slid down their necks. Scarlet blood spurted out, soaring two or three feet high, staining the snow as red as blood.

Zhang Dashan was like mowing grass in the blink of an eye, and killed seven or eight knife hands, at this time, the rest of the people reacted, they looked at the dozen heads rolling down on the snow, and saw the dagger in Zhang Dashan's hand that was still snow-white and bright, and the blood was not stained, and suddenly there was great fear in his heart, and he suddenly took a few steps back, but the next moment, they rushed up, and roared at the same time: "He's here, let's go up together, chop him!" Even if more than a dozen people died in the blink of an eye, this group of swordsmen still did not retreat, but roared and pounced, this is not an ordinary gangster, but a fierce character who is used to seeing death and injury.

Zhang Dashan killed twelve people one after another, his heart was a little numb, and even his hands were shaking, after all, this was a living person, not a chicken or duck. At this time, if they retreated, he would not have pursued them, but they pounced. In the fight, he did not give in on the spot, and he raised his hands mercilessly, not to mention this kind of non-stop life-and-death struggle.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you. Zhang Dashan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his footsteps moved, his body stepped across, like a fierce horse galloping, and he grabbed in front of the six or seven knife hands on the left, and the dagger in his hand was slashed out like lightning, pointing straight at his throat, poof! Another cold light flew up, and the three knife hands on the left suddenly covered their necks and fell down, blood gushed out from their fingers and flowed to the ground, their eyes were wide open, obviously dead.

In the blink of an eye, three more people were killed, and at this time, the four knife hands on the left had already slashed over, one slashing the neck, one slashing the abdomen, one stabbing the waist, and one slashing straight to the legs, trying to block Zhang Dashan's retreat. But seeing that Zhang Dashan did not retreat but advanced, suddenly an iron plate bridge fell to the ground, and then a lazy donkey rolled and bullied in, rolled to their feet, and his hands were full of strength, and the dagger swept and cut his calf.

The sharpness of Zhang Dashan's dagger, these people are obvious to all, and they were suddenly horrified, and they wanted to escape, but suddenly they heard the sound of puff and puff, and they didn't know what was happening, but they felt that they were short, and they fell to the ground suddenly, and then they saw that their legs were broken at the knees, and at this time, they felt a heart-rending pain coming from the broken leg, and suddenly let out a scream like killing a pig.

Zhang Dashan swooped to the ground, the dagger swept like a violent wind, and instantly cut off the legs of three people, leaving the knife hand with a dead soul, his eyes were full of fear, and as soon as he threw the machete, he turned around and fled. He ran too fast, accidentally tripped over the corpse of his companion, fell on his chest and back, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw the round eyes of his accomplice under him, and he only felt a chill down his spine, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

At this time, Zhang Dashan had already killed nineteen knife hands in a row, and there were four standing beside him. Even if they are fierce, they understand at this moment that they are by no means Zhang Dashan's opponents, looking at the cold and shining dagger in his hand, these people threw away the machete, fluttered and knelt down, their bodies were shaking, obviously terrified to the extreme. Zhang Dashan's face was expressionless, and he stepped forward and slapped them a few times one after another, knocking them all unconscious.

As soon as I finished doing this, a rustling sound sounded, and when I looked up, it turned out that the knife hand in front of me had already surrounded me, and there were many shadows, a total of twenty or thirty people.

Looking at the dozen or so heads rolling down the snow, the eyes of these knife hands were full of cringe and fear, and their hearts were already retreating. At this moment, a masked knife hand in the middle jumped out and said loudly: "Raise soldiers for a thousand days, use soldiers for a while, Liu Ye eats and drinks well on weekdays, isn't it just for now!" Then, the tone of the conversation changed: "Moreover, Liu Ye's methods, everyone is also very clear, if we retreat now, there will be a way to live in the future? Hengzhi is a death, it is better to risk his life and fight for 20 million!"

The masked knife hand roared and ripped off the black veil on his body, and the rest of the knife hand was also excited by his words, and they ripped the black veil one after another, revealing their true colors. The head of the knife hand has a scar on his face, and it is the scar man who was in the warehouse a few days ago!

"Brothers, rush up and chop him! Glory and wealth are in front of you!" the scar man roared, and rushed forward first, the machete in his hand swept violently, cutting directly into Zhang Dashan's chest.

At this time, Zhang Dashan was surrounded by twenty or thirty swordsmen, but this situation was very different from his previous initiative to attack and run away. Moreover, these knife men are all excited by the scar man, and some are not afraid of death.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins. In this situation in front of him, there is no other way than to desperately break through and fight a bloody way. However, this also aroused the ruthlessness in Zhang Dashan's heart. He stepped diagonally, his body swayed, first flashed the sweep of the scar man, and then his body flipped, like a harrier drilling into the forest, dexterous and agile, and flashed seven or eight machetes, and then his body was like a snake against the back of the knife, and he rushed to the front of these knife hands, and the dagger in his right hand was slashed, and the target was still the throat, and at the same time, his left hand and palm were like knives, and the tip of his hand was like the tip of a knife, and he poked fiercely at the waist and abdomen of a knife hand.

This gossip knife poked directly at his waist, and the poisonous gossip power directly poked his waist and kidneys in half, and the knife hand was like a cramped toad, his body was weak, and he fell to the ground suddenly. At the same time, the dagger brought out a long cold light, flashing through the throats of six or seven knife hands.

Bang, bang, bang, bang! bang!

At this moment, seven or eight swordsmen fell to the ground directly, and nearly one-third of their combat power was lost in an instant.

Seeing Zhang Dashan's killing as easily as cutting vegetables, Rao is scar man is used to seeing bloody scenes, and he can't help but feel chills in his heart, he is still like this, let alone others. But as the boss, how can he retreat! If he escapes, Liu Ye will be the first to spare him! Both horizontal and vertical are dead, so it is better to fight!

"Either you die, or I die!" The scar man was ruthless in his heart, so he held the knife with both hands, the tip of the knife forward, exerted all his strength, and slammed it forward, straight into Zhang Dashan's chest.

Zhang Dashan just put down the eight knife men and shocked the others with ruthless methods, but when he saw the scar man holding the machete and rushing over, he knew that he was going to fight hard.

The knife came over, Zhang Dashan's dagger moved forward, lattice on the knife, the blades handed over, bursting out a series of sparks, this dagger is made of unknown materials, sharp and abnormal, and it was cut into the knife at once, making a piercing metal scraping sound. Fortunately, the machete is one meter long, and although the dagger is sharp, it will not be able to cut through the knife for a while, but will sink into the knife and cannot pull it out.

Seeing this, the scar man's face was ecstatic, he held the machete in both hands, and slammed hard, and the blade cut straight down, actually wanting to disembowel Zhang Dashan. As soon as Zhang Dashan saw that the dagger could not be pulled out, he immediately let go, kicked his legs, flipped his body, and went around to the back of the machete.

The scar man's change of tactics was fast and urgent, almost clinging to Zhang Dashan's body, only a millimeter. But this millimeter has become a moat. I saw that Zhang Dashan's figure suddenly became shorter, and he disappeared in a flash, and the scar man didn't think about it, the knife edge changed, and he cut straight down, following Zhang Dashan's body forward.

"Look at you fast, or my knife is fast!" Scar Man sneered in his heart. At this moment, I saw Zhang Dashan suddenly step forward, grabbed the left side, avoided the blade, and was short, like a harrier drilling into the forest, turned to the back of the knife, and then smashed out the iron fist in his hand and slammed it on the back of the knife.

At this time, because of the pursuit of Zhang Dashan, the knife edge was towards himself, and when Zhang Dashan suddenly changed his move and turned to the back of the knife, the scar man wanted to change his move, but at this time, it was too late!

Zhang Dashan bowed and stepped forward, twisted his joints, exerted force on his spine, and slammed a cannon fist on the back of the knife, and suddenly, the machete was as if it had been hit by a cannonball, and the knife edge slashed sharply at himself, fast and fierce.

At this time, he didn't have time to change his moves, only to hear two clicks, the scar man suddenly felt that his body was short, and the whole person fell out of thin air, and then looked at it, his legs were cut off by his own knife from below the knees. This kind of severe pain, even he can't bear it, he can only let out a miserable howl.

The rest of the knife hands, who had lost their courage, were all forced by the scar man, and as soon as he fell down at this moment, he immediately threw away the machete in his hand, and fell to his knees with a bang, his whole body trembling. His eyes were full of fear.

"Why are you kneeling? Why don't you stop the bleeding for them quickly!" Zhang Dashan shouted, and those knife hands woke up like a dream and hurriedly ran over.

"Where is Fei Fei, where is Wang Hai?" Zhang Dashan got straight to the point.

"She was in the first vacant room on the back street, and Wang Hai was taken away, at the Tiandu Hotel. Come on, give me a good time!" "The scar man is also smart, otherwise he will inevitably suffer from flesh and skin.

"Can you live, but ask to die?" Zhang Dashan said in a low voice.

"So many people have died today, and anyone can live, but I can't, and neither can you. The scar man laughed maniacally, like a madman.

Zhang Dashan frowned, and suddenly clicked on his heart, and the secret energy in his hand came out, breaking his heart. The scarred man's eyes sprung out, and a hint of flushing appeared on his face, which quickly subsided again, and his pupils were dilated.

Then Zhang Dashan gathered the remaining knife hands in an empty room and knocked them all unconscious, and then went out of the alley.

In the empty room, Lin Yufei cried loudly as soon as she saw Zhang Dashan, and her tears couldn't be stopped at all, and his clothes were wet. Zhang Dashan bent down and hugged Lin Yufei, and kept patting her back to comfort her, Lin Yufei buried her head in his chest, and gradually stabilized her mood.

Zhang Dashan carried her out of the old street like this, entered the hotel and opened a room, placed Lin Yufei well, and said, "Feifei, wait for me here, I'll go back!"

The snow is still falling, and the snowflakes are falling one after another, but this snowy night is difficult to white.