The bamboo pole was cut into several sections, and Wang Chao immediately separated his hands, beating like a tiger entering a wolf pack, and greeted people specifically.

The bamboo pole was broken and turned into many brush needles. When it was brushed on the human face, it immediately stared into the eyes and nose. Suddenly, two more sword-holding men were knocked to the ground, and their faces were broken by the bamboo brush, making them bloody and bloody.

At the same time, Wang Chao's steps were slimmer, his body was slippery, avoiding the knife, and trying his best to break through. But suddenly a big man who was hit on the ground seemed to be a centipede worm that died without being stiff, and grabbed Wang Chao's foot.

After being caught, Wang Chao immediately had a scattered footwork and his body was stuck. Two other knives were chopped down from behind, covering his shoulders and head. Seeing that the situation was not good, he put two bamboo poles in his hand back to block the chopping of the two knives. However, because of the hasty force, the bamboo poles were cut off to the ground at the same time.

Wang Chao is now completely bare-handed. He flew hard and lifted it on the face of the man who was holding his feet. The man's hair made a dull sound, and bright red blood flowed out of his mouth and nose, dyeing the snow red.

He kicked the man to death, broke free from scratching his feet, and another sword light cut off in front of him.

Wang Chao responded quickly, bang! An "old bear hit a tree" cut into the central palace, grabbed the opponent's wrist with one hand, grabbed a machete, and at the same time, knocked the big man up with the force of his shoulders.

But because of this delay, the knife behind him slashed again.

Puchi! The long machete was dragged down obliquely, and the shiny blade pulled a sweater and underwear away, leaving a blood mark as long as a ruler on Wang Chao's vest.

I only felt the place where I was chopped cold, and then there was a spicy pain. The hot and wet liquid flowed into my waist and dripped down my thighs. Wang Chao knew that he had already hung up the color.

"Shut!" With a knife, Wang Chao slashed his body, and was stimulated by pain. The pores in his body were then released, and he had to breathe again and adjust again.

At this moment, the other three knives came over again, giving Wang Chao no chance to breathe.

When Wang Chao saw blood, he aroused a sense of ruthlessness in his heart. He stepped on his feet and slid his body, and then used the knife as his hand and poked a big man's waist.

The blood arrow shot out, and the big man penetrated his waist with a knife, and his whole body immediately relaxed, as if he had a tendon.

Baguazhang was originally an evolution of sword technique. He turned into a knife with his hand. Now Wang Chao has taken a knife again. Using Baguazhang skills to use it, it is like a tiger adding wings and doubles its power. No matter who is poking, no matter who is killed.

However, this is a machete. The tip of the knife is not sharp and there is no blood groove. Although Wang Chao stabbed in, he pulled it out suddenly and only shot a blood arrow. The knife seemed to be pressed down and was not completely pulled out.

This slashing action only took one step and changed very quickly. The battle between life and death also brought Wang Chao to fully realize his potential in daily practice.

I have to say that this is the first time Wang Chao has encountered such a fierce battle. It is completely different from his usual practice of fighting against the enemy. No move or playing style can be connected. He can only rely on his flexible body and abundant physical strength to dodge and pick up people's fragile places while tying.

Just as Wang Chao was about to draw his sword again, the remaining few people rushed over fiercely and slashed at Wang Chao's arms, shoulders, and head.

Wang Chao didn't bother to draw the knife harder, and immediately put his hands on it and jumped out suddenly. He saw a knife on the ground, kicking it up and grabbing it in his hand.

He started to use a bamboo pole to kill seven people, and then brushed two more, knocked one away, and poked one to death. At this time, there were three people left behind. Although there were 10 or 20 people over there, they were still more than ten meters away.

"No, the people over there rushed up. I will definitely be killed in this alley by random knives!" Wang Chao's hand holding the knife tightly became a little numb, and when he just jumped, his steps became a little soft. His steps on the snow were no longer as stable as before, but as light and floating as if he was stepping on cotton.

"This is because of excessive physical energy consumption. I can't fight for a long time. I was hit by the knife just now and I was already discouraged."

The knife just now cut through the closed pores of Wang Chao's body, which also made his breath rush. Now, it is obvious that such a fierce battle can't hold on to the physical strength. But there are three people in front of him who seem to be an insurmountable wall, blocking him tightly.

The three of them slashed at the same time.

Wang Chao put his heart forward, stood up, twisted his body, and took three swords!

Three deep and long bloody mouths appeared on his shoulders and arms.

With a wiping back his arms, the light of a knife passed through the necks of the two people like lightning, the throat was cut open, and blood in the trachea surged like a spring. Wang Chao wiped off the necks of the two people at the cost of being hard and three times.

It has to be said that life-and-death battle can make people grow up. After a coward goes to a battle, he can be bold enough as long as he does not die. Now such a hand-to-hand combat is equivalent to the battlefield. Wang Chao uses his Bagua Palm to use his sword to chop people, and he feels more and more at ease.

After killing more than a dozen people in a row, Wang Chao's eyes were already red.

Facing Wang Chao's momentum of carrying the knife hard, the last one was finally a little scared and took several steps in a row, making way out of the way ahead.

Wang Chao's eyes lit up, he cheered up and ran wildly. At this time, the more than 20 machetes behind had already caught up. Just one step away, only one step away from Wang Chao to siege him again.

As long as the remaining machete hand is not afraid and goes forward and fights for a few seconds, he can still keep Wang Chao.

It can also be seen that the quality of these machetes has not yet been trained to the point where they are truly unafraid of life and death, which is much worse than the second-rate mercenary soldiers invited by Zhang Tong.

"Damn it!" Seeing Wang Chao running out of the alley, the group of people unexpectedly did not chase after him. After all, there was a road outside, with cars coming and going, and there were electronic cameras at the traffic lights. A group of people chased and killed one, causing 100% trouble.

Wang Chao ran out in one breath, but did not choose the route. He just ran around. He didn't know how long he had been running, his legs became weak and his physical strength was consumed. Then he stopped.

He only felt that he could not even lift his arms. The blood dyed his clothes red.

Seeing that there were no pursuers coming up behind, Wang Chao breathed a little relieved, but only a little strength was left in his body. If he had not stopped bleeding, he would fall down within a few miles.

Now that I am, I can’t take a taxi. Wang Chao touched his body, and his phone had fallen off while he was chopping.

After looking at the surrounding environment, the snow had stopped. The road seemed to be an old road, with tall camphor trees on both sides and dim street lights. There was no one.

At this moment, a girl suddenly walked out of the street, as if she had come out of an Internet cafe. Wang Chao rushed up. The girl was so scared that she was about to scream.

Wang Chao covered the other party's mouth and put his knife straight: "Do you have a cell phone? Please lend me a cell phone!"

The girl rolled her eyes and nodded repeatedly. Suddenly, she fainted. Wang Chao immediately touched her, took out a small and exquisite cell phone, and called Zhang Tong.

"I was blocked in the alley by dozens of people, and I ran out after killing more than a dozen people. I was hit by a knife and couldn't run anymore!" After the phone call, Wang Chao immediately explained his situation.

"What? I was cut down? Where are you now?" Zhang Tong was shocked.

"The Old Road of Daxing." Wang Chao looked at the signs around him.

"Okay, wait, I'll pick you up right away!"
Chapter completed!