"Go to hell," Xu Tu raised the samurai sword in his hand. His eyes were blood-red, as if he were crazy, and his body also exuded a strong evil spirit. He quickly caught up with the middle-aged leader who was about to give the eagle the final blow. The man, and did not care at all about the remaining men in black who were already slashing at him, obviously willing to exchange injuries for injuries.
The middle-aged man noticed something strange behind him, and quickly turned around to block Xu Tu's full-force blow. Sparks instantly flew out of the two blades, and then hot flames quickly rose on his other palm. The mark was quickly printed on Xu Tu's body, which was almost covered in blood.
"Boom," Xu Tu's body directly collided with the samurai sword of the men in black who had slashed behind him. Several wounds were immediately made, and blood gushed out like a spring. He immediately felt His vision became blurry and his body began to shake.
"Can't fall, I can't fall," this voice kept repeating in Xu Tu's mind. His whole body actually burst out with momentum again, and his eyes that he had been trying to close tightly also burst out with a ray of light. Regardless of his exhausted physical strength, he frantically raised the katana with several gaps in his hand and slashed at the leading man in front of him. He knew that if he could not stop the latter, the eagle's life would probably be in danger. This is something he will never allow to happen. He would rather die than the eagle die in front of him.
At this time, Zheng Qian was not idle at all. The remaining men in black were all surrounding him, and there were several deep wounds on his body again, and the hot blood on his face was still dripping down. , I don’t know if it’s the enemy’s or his own.
"Xu Tu, Zheng Qian, my brothers," Ying looked at the blurry figures of the two people and murmured at the corner of his mouth. He knew that if a miracle did not happen, the three brothers would probably die here today, and he did not feel that there was any danger. There was no regret at all, because he knew that even if he died, someone would avenge him. The only thing that made him feel a little unwilling was that he did not see his boss, Fang Chen, at the last moment.
The middle-aged man at the head was already on the verge of an extreme explosion. If these stubborn guys stopped him, the other guys would probably disappear, so he simply put his katana aside and faced Xu Tu's attack. Attacking without any dodge, he held the cut blade with his hand, and then kicked the latter hard on the chest.
Xu Tu was close to the edge of collapse, and his physical strength was almost exhausted, so the latter's kick made him unable to stand up. He could only watch the middle-aged man in black walking over, but his eyes There was no fear or fear in his face, but a smile. From the day he became a killer, he knew that his life no longer belonged to him.
At the last moment of his death, the secret hidden deep in his heart appeared in his mind. No one knew this secret. Even though he was drunk by Ying and the others in the army, he did not reveal it. The girl in the white dress, The girl who handed him her only ham when he was too poor to eat.
"Whoever dares to hurt my brother will die..." Just when the middle-aged man's knife was still one centimeter away from Xu Tu's neck, an earth-shaking voice of rage came rolling in with great pressure, and the middle-aged man was slightly startled. , his eyes couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the source of the sound in the distance, but he saw a figure that was not tall and burly leaping over like a bolt of lightning. It was indeed leaping over.
His expression was full of indifference, and he was holding a three-foot-high heavy sword in his hand. He crossed to Xu Tu's side almost in the blink of an eye. His cold eyes showed no emotion at all, and he glanced at Xu Tu, who no longer looked like him. , the extremely strong evil spirit in the body instantly rose up.
"Fang Chen, how is this possible?" After the middle-aged man saw the appearance of the person clearly, his pupils shrank extremely, and his face was full of disbelief. He knew that there were five people in the other wave of people above the prefecture level. Ninjas, plus five ninjas who were comparable to the peak yellow level, could be said to be walking sideways in Yangcheng. How could Fang Chen appear in front of him alive?
"It must be my hallucination, yes, it must be like this," the middle-aged man shook his head, unable to believe the facts in front of him. If the latter was really Fang Chen, then what about those five prefecture-level ninjas? They are dead. This is simply It's a big joke, that is an earth-level expert, not an ordinary ninja who is rubbish to death. Even if there is a mid-level earth-level master among them, it is impossible for the whole army to be wiped out.
Fang Chen slowly raised the heavy sword in his hand, without any expression on his face, and hit the latter directly on the head. It can be said that he was extremely angry at this time, especially after he had just met Li Ming. When they were together, his heart was bleeding when he saw how Cheetah and the others were seriously injured, and when they arrived, Xu Tu was dying.
"Boom," seeing the heavy sword coming, the middle-aged man reacted immediately, and then held the samurai sword across his head with both hands. However, how could this thin samurai sword withstand a heavy and weak sword? As for the Black Iron Sword, with the roaring sound, the latter's head was connected to the body, and all the broken katana swords were smashed into the ground, and they could not die anymore.
After doing all this, Fang Chen turned his head and looked at the remaining ten islanders. Bear with it, his eyes were extremely cold. He walked over slowly, approaching them like the god of death. The friction between the black iron sword and the earth made a sound. The sound of "嗗嗗" seems to be a death charm, urging the lives of these ten ninjas to the King of Hell.
When the ten black-clothed ninjas saw the tragic situation on their heads, they couldn't help but tremble a little, and they began to want to retreat in their hearts. Even though they were influenced by the spirit of the samurai sword every day in the organization, they were so cruel and ruthless as Fang Chen. In spite of their anger, they couldn't help but stand up.
Fang Chen glanced at them with cold eyes, and then without saying a word, he rushed straight into the middle of the ten black-clothed ninjas. He raised the heavy sword in his hand without any fancy moves, just simple horizontal slashes and straight smashes. His movements were like barbaric. He was an ordinary man, and he was extremely rude and ran rampant with a heavy sword.
In almost less than a minute, these ten black-clad ninjas died tragically under Fang Chen's heavy sword without even having time to use the ninjutsu to escape, and not one of their bodies was intact.
After doing all this, Fang Chen suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and his body couldn't help but fall down. If it weren't for the support of the heavy sword, he would have fallen down at this moment. You know, he was almost already in the alley. Having exhausted all his mental energy, coupled with the high-speed driving along the way, the last of his mental energy was also exhausted. If he hadn't relied on the will in his mind, he would never have been able to get here, let alone carry a heavy sword to kill. All around,