Chen Jianqiu, who jumped in the air, was light, but deadly, like a bullet piercing the crowd

His knife slashed in the air, and a bearded man who walked in front was slashed with a single blow, and rolled on the ground with his face covered and wailed.

A second knife followed, this time at the neck of a man behind him, who hurriedly raised his club in his hand to parry.

The knife turned into a slash in mid-air, and it swung out flat, and the neck of an unlucky guy next to him was cut, and he couldn't live.

Chen Jianqiu's body does not cultivate the technique of retreating from the enemy, but only specializes in killing people.

These two swords saw blood, Chen Jianqiu also fell to the ground, and the group couldn't help but take two steps back, forming an arc, surrounding the Chinese in the center of the arc.

"He's alone, we're on it together, as long as he's close, he can't help it." I don't know who said it.

An Irishman armed with an axe at the head roared and rushed forward first.

Chen Jianqiu's knife was fast, he sideways avoided the attacking axe, and the knife in his right hand swept from the bottom to the top, and in an instant, the Irishman's hand holding the axe broke off at the wrist and fell to the ground.

The Irishman fell to his knees with his severed wrist in his hands, and suddenly felt a cool breeze behind his neck.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and came to his side, his left-handed knife from top to bottom, and his backhand slashed down.

The head falls to the ground.

At this time, the crowd had already gathered around, and the people who had been stimulated by the blood had lost their minds.

The single knife looks at the hand, and the double knife looks away.

The knife and axe were close, Chen Jianqiu wrapped a single knife around his neck, and the other knife danced away, and he actually protected his body for a while.

He was like a flying swallow, walking like a dragon, wandering among the crowds, waiting for an opportunity to fight back, or shooting, or chopping, or teasing, or chopping, and there were screams from the crowd.

A fish that slipped through the net bent over and wanted to take the opportunity to hug Chen Jianqiu's legs, but was looked at by Chen Jianqiu, who had a fast "leg" eye.

He lifted his foot and slammed it into the man's chin.

The man was kicked and turned over, facing the sky on his back, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Everyone saw that they couldn't help this Chinese for a while, and some of the people around the edge moved other thoughts.

They abandoned Chen Jianqiu and rushed directly towards the group of Chinese behind.

The martial artists were drunk by Chen Jianqiu before, and they were ashamed for a while, and they didn't dare to retreat, but they didn't dare to move forward. At this time, he was holding a stick, protecting the defenseless old, weak, sick and disabled behind him.

Seeing that the enemy, who was several times his size, abandoned Chen Jianqiu, he rushed towards them, and they all clenched their sticks with both hands.

"Ahh The leader of the martial artist roared angrily, as if he was emboldening himself and the people behind him.

However, a figure flashed behind the group of people who rushed towards them.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and strode forward, catching up with a strong man in front of him in a few steps, slashing him with one knife and kicking the other one at the same time.

But this meant that he gave his back to the enemy.

An axe followed behind him, and he was about to slash Chen Jianqiu's heart.

"Bell!"

The white man holding the axe suddenly felt a jerk in his arms, his palms numb, and the axe came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

One of Chen Jianqiu's knives had already been turned behind him, and the axe was slashed at the knife.

Vibrating knives!

The blade was scrapped, Chen Jianqiu abandoned the knife, and subconsciously pulled out the revolver on his waist, but found that his revolver was lost on the upper floor of Wanfu Building.

He caught a glimpse of the axe that had fallen to the ground, and with his feet on the ground, he picked it up and threw it at the white man behind him.

The white man couldn't dodge, and the axe "planted" in his face head-on.

Blood spilled from both sides of the axe's blade, dripping onto the ground, and the white man fell on his back.

At this time, the entrance of Chinatown was already scarlet everywhere, and Chen Jianqiu's body was also splashed with blood, like a red satan stepping out of hell.

"Ahh The martial artists in the back plucked up their courage, Chen Jianqiu in front of him killed the enemy alone, but he was afraid here, can this still be considered a person?

"Beat them back!" With a shout, everyone raised their sticks, and rushed up in formation with the martial arts hall as a unit, and mingled with the group of thugs.

The Irish front could no longer hold on, they were originally some hooligans, most of them were brave and ruthless, with more enemies than others, bullying the weak, how could they fight a tough battle.

What's more, his original intention was to get rich, not to send him to death, this Chinese means viciously, killing all the brave people who rushed to the front, and the rest are all those who gathered around the back to watch the excitement before, and they have the mind to fight.

Ireland began to retreat, but Chen Jianqiu didn't seem to intend to give up, he simply took off his shirt, turned his double knife into a single knife, chased behind, and cut people when he saw them.

These Irish people now hate their parents for not giving birth to two more legs, and none of them dare to turn back.

Suddenly, Chen Jianqiu stopped, because he saw the shadows of people and horses swaying faintly at the other end of the long street.

The police officers in Denver should have been transferred to the west of the city by themselves at this moment, and the ones who can appear here should be the Mounties who happened to stay in Denver.

He turned his head and ran quickly to the group of martial artists.

This group of martial artists was still celebrating the victory, and this victory was really proud for them.

But Chen Jianqiu's face was solemn, patted their arms, and pointed at the women and children: "Take them, go quickly, there is a small village in the south of the city, which is full of Chinese, you can go there for the time being." ”

At this time, these martial artists had been aroused, and a middle-aged martial artist stood up, holding a horse chopping knife in his hand, and said loudly:

"I'll stay and retreat with you."

"We will also retreat with you! Retreat! The crowd shouted, and for a while the crowd was excited.

Chen Jianqiu snatched the knife in his hand and said coldly: "Hurry up, what do you use to retreat from the enemy and catch the bullet with your head?" ”

"But ......" The middle-aged man didn't know what to say.

But Chen Jianqiu had already turned around and ignored him.

Only leave them with a back.

Standing with a knife in one hand, there was not a wisp on his upper body, half of his body was soaked in blood, and the noon sun above his head shone on his body, reflecting blood-colored light.

At this moment, he was like a knife beside him.

"Let's go." The man gritted his teeth and ran in the direction of the south with a group of people.

It's not that Chen Jianqiu doesn't want to go, it's not that he doesn't want someone to help him, if he leaves now, it won't take long for the gang of policemen on horseback on the opposite side to catch up with them all; And those martial artists, with a bunch of cold weapons in their hands and no basic sense of combat, were not the opponents of the mounted police at all, and the end was nothing more than a rush and scattering, and a volley of salvos was concentrated and shot.

As for themselves.

At this point, what does it matter if he really dies in blood.

What's more, the scourge lives for thousands of years, and it is not so easy to die.

Chen Jianqiu smiled, wiped the blood from his face, and walked into a two-story building next to Chinatown......