When it was too late, the guns rang out, and the tongues of fire were swallowed. Ran Wen ??? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? E?n?'o?r?g?bullets were sprayed in the sky. This group of Gestapo couldn't help but say, and they immediately slammed their hands and vowed to kill them all.

The rain of bullets, in terms of the Blood-Eyed Knife Dragon, is just like a breeze blowing on the body, and there is no threat at all. He snorted indifferently and stepped forward. No matter how ferocious the submachine gun fire, it couldn't slow down his pace by half a minute.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon brazenly broke into this group of Gestapo. Without waiting for the other party to react, the blood-eyed sword dragon shot at will, grabbing and pushing, pushing and pulling, and getting out alive was like beating mosquitoes or flies.

This group of Gestapo is also trained, and it is not an ordinary rabble. But the gap in each other's strength is too great. In an instant, the screams and wails came and went, endlessly. Occasionally, there is also a strange sound of "pop ~ pop chirp~". Listening to it, I can't help but teach people to tremble and be frightened, and the cold hair stands on end.

After a few moments, all sounds were completely cut off. The Gestapo were not spared, and they were all embedded in the upper and lower parts of the train carriages. No body can be preserved even half intact. The bones and muscles were all completely shattered, like a dozen old skins full of rotten flesh.

Witnessing this incredible scene, Kotoko was simply stunned. My mind was in a trance, and I could barely turn around. What is going on? A dozen well-trained and well-equipped Gestapo were all shot to death like mosquitoes in just three or five strokes...... Is he still human?

The Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon, who had killed all the enemies, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands casually. Looking back, Kotoko frowned and asked, "Is the American family also related to the Nazis? Why is there a group of Gestapo here?"

Kotoko shook her head and immediately regained her senses. She exclaimed, "Gestapo? I—I don't know. The Americans and the Nazis have never had anything to do with each other. Why...... Ah, Master Shiro! Young Master Shiro is dangerous!"

"It seems that the people who want to hunt down and kill the Zao Xilang Guard, it is not only the Mei clan. The Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon nodded, then commanded, "This is the last car of the train. Listening to the voice, the forty-fifth generation Zaoshiro Emon seemed to be in the front of the train. With me behind you, you don't have to worry about anything else to keep you safe, you know?"

Kotoko nodded vigorously. Pick up an MP40 submachine gun from the floor, and then take out a new magazine from a corpse and replace it, and hold it in your hand for self-defense. The Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon waited for her to finish preparing before pushing open the partition door and stepping into the next carriage.

There is no doubt that this is an out-and-out death train. In almost every carriage, a large number of killers are arranged. Some of them are the same as the three brothers of "mountain, sea, and air" just now, and belong to the Meina clan. Others, however, are Gestapo. In addition, there is a group of people dressed as traditional ninjas, but with all kinds of modern weapons in their hands. Seemingly...... The pool of water on the train is really getting deeper and deeper.

Of course, no matter how deep this pool of water is, in the eyes of the blood-eyed sword dragon, it will always be on the ground. He raised his hands and feet at will, and he was already like thunder. It's easy to kill someone. These killers who were arranged on the train didn't even have a chance to shoot, and they all died under the fist of the Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon. Kotoko followed him, and only then did she realize that her behavior of picking up a submachine gun to protect herself was simply redundant.

The Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon passed the level here, and the gunfire and fighting sound on the left and right of the front of the car never stopped for a moment. As the blood-eyed sword dragon approached the front of the car, the sound became louder and louder. Suddenly, the deafening sound of "Bang~" exploded. The entire train door was smashed to pieces on the spot. A figure was like a disemboweled cannonball, flying backwards and crashing out, impartial, and rushing towards the blood-eyed sword dragon.

In a moment, the blood-eyed sword dragon raised his hand and slapped it falsely, making a soft sound of "po~". The palm shook the air, forming an invisible air cushion, blocking the figure and gently placing it on the ground. Kotoko poked his head out from behind him, and subconsciously exclaimed, "Xuanzi?"

No, she's not Xuanzi anymore. Because a dead person is, at best, an accumulation of heaps of proteins and carbohydrates, and doesn't need a name at all. What's more, even though she is vicious, the former Xuanzi is still a pretty beauty. But now, it is covered with bullet holes, like a hornet's nest, and the wound is full of foul-smelling pus and blood, which looks extremely ugly.

Things seem to be getting more and more interesting. The Blood-Eyed Blade Dragon nodded, and then stepped into the carriage in front of him. In an instant, an unprecedentedly strong aura rushed towards him, completely enveloping his entire person. Immediately after, several were mixed with suspicion, vigilance, surprise, surprise, and shock...... and other eyes with various complex emotions, projected from all directions at the same time, focusing on the blood-eyed sword dragon.

The blood-eyed sword dragon remained silent, and also raised his eyes to look into the carriage. I saw that there were six people in the carriage, each of whom was divided into three shifts, and happened to stand in an equilateral triangle. It's a coincidence that each side happens to be a match of a man and a woman.

The first pair of men and women is the boy who is called Zaoshiro Emon and the beautiful bodyguard Miss Curt. The young man's face was calm, standing still, and he looked awe-inspiring. Miss Curt held an MP40 submachine gun in her left hand and a silver Browning pistol in her right hand. The two guns were raised at the same time, aiming at the two groups of enemies on the left and right respectively.

On the left side, men and women are dressed in traditional Japanese style. The man was more than two meters tall, a rare giant with samurai hair in a bun on his head. The women wore kimonos and were dressed like the geisha Oiran of the Yoshiwara veranda. Both of these are bare-handed. However, it feels more dangerous than Miss Kurt with two guns.

The men and women on the right side are a handsome white boy and a black woman with red oil paint all over her face. This white boy has a gloomy appearance, giving people the cold feeling of living like a poisonous snake. The black woman was wearing a set of red tight-fitting leather clothes that were extremely exposed, and could even be said to be no different from SM erotic clothes. Both are equally bare-handed.

The three-way confrontation was originally on the verge of breaking out. Suddenly, the Blood-Eyed Blade Dragon entered the carriage and turned into a four-way confrontation. Each other's attention is inevitably divided slightly.

Zaoshilang Emon and Miss Curt naturally don't know the Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon. But the next moment, they were very surprised to see that Kotoko actually poked out half of her face from behind the masked uninvited guest. The forty-fifth generation head of the Zao family was full of surprise and shouted, "Qinzi?"

Kotoko happily cheered, "Master Shiro, it's me." It's great that you're safe...... Ah~"

Before she finished speaking, the joy between her brows was replaced by horror. Kotoko's pupils contracted, and she subconsciously raised her hand to cover her mouth, and shouted to the giant man and the geisha Oiran in a trembling voice, "The messenger of the caracal, there is still ...... Why are you here?"

"Kotoko, it's you traitor. ”

The geisha Oiran who was called "Ya" said coldly: "You are so lucky that you were able to meet a savior and escape death." But you are so stupid that you have fallen into the net again. In this way, the life you just picked up is going to be lost again, which is a pity. ”

The Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon said lightly: "It's not a pity. With me here, no one can hurt half of Kotoko's hair today. But you, which way are the ghosts, snakes, and gods?

The giant man took half a step forward, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Dragon Sun?haha~hahaha~ Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the chairman of the Long Charity Foundation, the leader and chief killer of the Hundred and Eight Dragons, actually got on this train. Accidents, accidents, real accidents. ”

The sound of laughter reverberated back and forth on the four walls of the carriage, shaking almost everyone present to feel a buzzing in their ears. Suddenly, he burst out laughing and said fiercely: "Lao Tzu is the head of the East Prison." One of the twelve messengers of hell. Dragon Sun, you should know Lao Tzu, right?"

"It turns out that you are the head of the East Prison. The Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon nodded and said slowly, "I do know you. The kidnapper of Junjiang is also you, a bastard, right? I am indeed very lucky to be able to meet you here. Xiongshou East Prison, what about Junjiang, give her back to me. ”

Xiongshou Dongjiao smiled cruelly: "Long Sun, you are a step late. Kimie has long been sent back to Kyoto. Originally, I wanted to use her as bait to lure you to Kyoto. I didn't expect you to throw yourself into the net in advance, ha, it saves us a lot of work. ”

The Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon nodded and said indifferently: "Very good, that is to say, it doesn't hurt to kill you here." ”

Xiongshou Dongjiao clenched his fists, and when his chest collided, a dull sound of "bang~" immediately erupted. He shouted, "You want to kill me?" hey, if you have faith, just try it. ”

The Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon said lightly: "Try it." ”

Before the sound fell, Long Sun slammed his foot on the ground, and with the help of that explosive force, he flew through the air. In just a tenth of a second, the distance between the two sides had been reduced to zero. At the same time, he took advantage of the momentum to punch and hit the chest of the male head of the East Prison head-on.

As a group of jackals, the "envoys" of the twelve gods, there are absolutely real materials. He was born with divine powers and was proficient in wrestling and kickboxing. With the strength of his arms, he can even lift a large buffalo and stun it, and then twist its neck alive. A domineering and sturdy muscular armor can withstand the fire of submachine gun bullets, at most only a little flesh wound.

But since the strength is so strong, in terms of speed and reaction, it is naturally slightly inferior. In the face of the Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon's fist, which was as fast as a lightning strike, the male head of the Eastern Prison couldn't react at all. At the moment of lightning, this punch hit the heart of the "Caracal" directly, and directly blasted him out.

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