A single knife wiped out the man lying on the ground.

Ethan walked quickly and lunged in the other direction of the izakaya, where there was a lot of cheering.

Beatrice was parrying in embarrassment.

The yellow motorcycle suit on her body was almost dyed red, and it was no longer clear whose blood it was, and there were a few more cuts on the clothes, and her breathing became messy.

"Ding."

The katana swept and held the three knives that had been chopped in.

She rolled forward and slashed the Hanzo knife forward, slashing both legs knee-high cleanly, and avoiding the long knives that whistled from behind.

But no matter how fast you dodge, there are still knives and lights.

This endless wave made her a little breathless, even more terrifying than the few people she had dealt with before.

No matter where they hide, they are all under attack.

I don't know how that guy is doing now, it's so difficult for him to hold on, his side must be even more dangerous, but he hasn't heard the gunshots yet, so he should still be able to hold on.

You have to deal with the gang in front of you as soon as possible, and hurry over to help.

Come to think of it.

The sword light in Beatrice's hand swung more urgently, constantly probing the encirclement that had surrounded her, seeking a chance to break the game.

A few rolls came to a corner.

She took advantage of this momentum and stabbed the person next to her.

"Ah~"

A terrible scream rang out, and the guy's face was painful.

The female killer couldn't help but feel a little distracted, obviously the tip of her knife was still two or three centimeters away from the other party.

Where did this scream begin?

The burly Yakuza stiffened, a katana fell from his hand, and his face stiffened, as if he had not expected such a thing to happen.

The next moment, there was another stream of blood coming out of his back.

Ethan, who was wearing a suit, looked quite dazzling at this moment, he rushed into the crowd like a madman, and the Hattori Hanzo knife in his hand waved an afterimage, cutting everyone he could, setting off a bloody storm.

Under his frantic slashing, countless stumps flew into the air.

No one expected that he would be able to break out of the encirclement over there and sweep at an extremely fast speed, and the attention of the Yakuza here was all on Beatrice, and he was caught off guard for a while.

The howl of the ghost crying wolf rang out one after another, and in a while, he had split seven or eight people.

Plus the rush just now.

Not to mention, there are twenty people who have become the souls of his sword.

At this time, normal people, let alone fighting, are estimated to be so tired that they don't even have the strength to raise a knife.

But after he solved Beatrice's dilemma, he turned his blade and strode up to meet the dozen or so Yakuza who had followed him from the boxes over there.

With a gust of fishy wind, one person greeted more than a dozen people.

Two arrows, one large and one small, bumped together in the middle of the dance floor.

Ethan's eyes burst out with an astonishing murderous aura, staring at the Yakuza who was leading the charge.

With a flick of his wrist, Hanzo's sword shook up a blood mist.

This feeling of being stared at by death made Yakuza's feet weak and tumble over like a gourd rolling on the ground, causing several people behind him to avoid it and suddenly fall into a piece, and the angry scolding was endless.

Just one rise intimidates these people.

"Ha~"

Ethan smirked and let out a snort.

The Hanzo knife in his hand bounced up, like the Milky Way in the sky, and with all his strength, the guy in front didn't even have the strength to parry, so he was slashed in half obliquely.

Blessed with strength and speed, the legendary swordsmith's masterpiece hummed completely.

Transformed into a silver swimming dragon, flickering wantonly in the crowd.

Bring up a rain of blood.

"Hum~"

As the blade swept past the last man, Hanzo's sword still vibrated slightly.

"Smack!"

Ethan slapped his right hand on the hilt, and the movement finally stopped.

At this time, he was standing in the middle of the dance floor.

The hall of Aobaya was already covered with corpses, and people in kendo uniforms were lying everywhere, and the ground they were stepping on was covered with a layer of blood, and blood trickled down, seeping into the stream that surrounded the hall.

The calm stream had turned completely blood-red.

There was still foam on it.

The smell of blood in the room was so strong that it was a little dazzling, and the blood flowed like a river.

Taking a deep breath, Ethan looked to the side in satisfaction, and Beatrice was just in time to pull the Hanzo knife out of a Yakuza's stomach, gasping for breath to meet his gaze.

Next to the female killer, a dozen corpses also lay down.

With the power of Hattori's Hanzo sword, the two of them wreak havoc in Aobaya.

"Yo."

After Ethan was sure that the other party was fine, he panted slightly and raised the Hanzo knife high, aiming at the bald Yakuza who had been watching upstairs just now: "You come down, or I go up." ”

This person is not simple at first glance.

The special katana also looks quite fierce.

He stood on it with a cold face and a knife, and he looked very difficult to deal with.

Beatrice will have to face off against Ishii Yulian in a while, and she needs to recover some physical strength, so this guy who came out with dozens of swordsmen can only deal with it by herself.

Raising the knife in his hand, Ethan slowly moved between the corpses on the ground.

Others are born step by step.

He was bleeding red footprints step by step, the suit on his body had been soaked with blood, and with the turn of the tip of the knife, all his body rushed towards the bald man on the second floor.

Beside.

Beatrice sat down cross-legged and placed the Hattori Hanzo knife across her legs.

While recovering your strength.

She looked at Ethan's back with interest, this guy didn't know what he was doing before, he was so ruthless, these gang members were like chickens and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in his hands.

Killing people is not a simple thing either.

Even many killers will suffer from various mental illnesses because of this, and they themselves are no exception.

But this person still looks calm and relaxed.

Not affected at all.

Passing over the small cherry blossoms on the ground, Ethan's blade kept locking on the bald man, and his fighting spirit became more and more high.

Upstairs the lanterns are shining and the bald heads are shining.

Although this guy's face is calm, a layer of sweat is already dripping on his forehead, and he doesn't know if it's excitement.

Still is.

Fear???

When he saw the other party fleeing quickly with a katana, Ethan was stunned and didn't react, and in a few breaths, the guy fled without a trace and disappeared without a trace.

Depend on!

Put on that posture, I thought it was a bull break!

Unexpectedly, this guy who took the lead turned out to be the only one in Crazy 88 who slipped away.

Ethan shook his head and smiled, and lowered the Hanzo sword.

"He's a smart man."

Beatrice also chuckled and stood up with her katana in her hand, "But the people lying around us are some fools who have been brainwashed by the spirit of bushido. ”

Despite the shaking, she stood firmly.

(End of chapter)