After this kick, Fan Debiao even felt the curtains in front of him suddenly became dark, and the whole world began to spin.
But just as he was spinning in the air and about to land, a sharp magnification suddenly appeared in his eyes that had just returned to Qingming. The man's sharp eyes, pale hair and his swirling hands made Fan Debiao still fly.
His body trembled violently, and his mind was scared!
At a critical moment, between life and death, Fan Debiao burst out with his only remaining potential. Two sharp blades slashed one after another, trying to repel the demon in front of him.
But even though Fan Debiao is very strong, how can he be the opponent of Park Wanchen, who is in a strong crossbow, in a state of victory? Just when Fan Debiao's two swords were about to come, Park Wanchen squatted, and his hands were not afraid of Fan Debiao's.
The short knife, with the tip of the claws rubbed the blade forward, and the claws swirled and grabbed his wrists tightly and struck them to both sides. At the same time, Park Wanchen pushed his head up with all his strength.
The force of Van Debiao's dive down and the force of Park Wanchen's full strength immediately gathered at one point, gathering at the tip of Van Debiao's nose.
With the collision of two powerful forces, Fan Debiao's originally perky nose suddenly fell into his face, and blood gushed out like a fountain the moment Park Wanchen's head left.
Bang, with another dull impact, Park Wanchen kicked him out directly.
He was dizzy and his eyes were splattered with blood. Even though he was confused and his whole body was in pain, he was different from ordinary people. At this moment of fear of life and death, he became more and more calm, and he flew backwards only.
Imagine that Park Wanchen behind him must have made a killing move. When he felt that the evil wind was about to come, his waist twisted and his whole body shook, and he almost happened to avoid Park Wanchen and faced him.
He slashed his head.
The steel knife entered the body, and the flesh and blood separated. Fan Debiao escaped the danger of the separation of his head, but Park Wanchen's steel knife slashed into his shoulders. The cold steel knife slid down with his upper limb bones, allowing him to escape a death disaster.
Fan Debiao thoroughly realized what the real "separation of flesh and blood" means!
Although Fan Debiao, who fell to the ground, responded quickly and avoided the disaster, the severe pain in his right arm made him stiff all over, his face pale and even his breathing was difficult.
The bones of the right arm, which had been cut off from flesh, were shining with pale white light under the cold light. This is why Fan Debiao's strength was amazing. If it were ordinary people, or even the elites in the gang, were tortured by such incredible pain.
, it must be broken or dizzy.
Park Wanchen licked the blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and didn't know if it was his or Fan Debiao's blood, and smiled softly, "How is it?"
Fan Debiao didn't speak.
Park Wanchen then grinned and said, "You are very strong, but you meet me, Humph, Fan Debiao, enjoy your last battle in this life."
Fan Debiao's teeth were trembling uncontrollably, and his right arm was scrapped. The unspeakable pain made him sweat all over. But at this moment, the sadness in his heart was even more painful. Since Park Wanchen had come out at this critical moment,
That must have long been able to understand one's own conspiracy and even set up countermeasures.
It was defeated, completely defeated. The war had just begun, but the ending was completely scheduled. This was the first and the only time in Fan Debiao's gangster history in more than ten years.
Fan Debiao, who was sad in his heart, stood up tremblingly, and his remaining left arm held the short blade in his hand tightly. He took a deep breath, and Fan Debiao forced himself to calm down.
Yes, the last battle was made, and the last battle in my life.
Goodbye, my beloved wife, my beloved daughter.
"Park Wanchen, don't underestimate me!" With a muffled roar from the chest, Fan Debiao, who was forcibly raising his aura, rushed towards Park Wanchen with a knife.
Park Wanchen did not continue to tangle with the other party anymore, and killed Fan Debiao in a few seconds, and then ran towards another battle circle.
At this moment, the other battle circle was also full of corpses, and the old man who was also sniper bullet penetrated his shoulder was no longer threatened except to moan.
When Park Wanchen rushed in, the two brothers Tang Ao and Tang Yu who had already solved the problem were also besieging another leader of the Blood Eagle Society.
When Park Wanchen rushed out, Tang Ao and Tang Yu were immediately filled with fiery enthusiasm, and their attacks were even stronger.
Park Wanchen nodded to them: "Brothers, get rid of it as soon as possible and leave no complete body!"
"Yes!" The two shouted loudly, and after a slight pause, they rushed towards the tortured and shaky opponent. Soon, the battle was over.
At this time, Park Wanchen winked at Tang Ao and asked him to carry the elder on the ground.
Then he laughed wildly again and rushed into the crowd under the guidance of Tang Ao and Tang Yu.
After rushing all the way and easily rushing out of the crowd, Park Wanchen and the other two still did not stop until they rushed nearly 600 meters away, and then they stopped breathing.
This place is far enough from the battlefield, so no one should disturb you. Moreover, if you continue to bump like this, the two coma old men on their shoulders who are almost in pain will be shocked due to excessive blood loss.
"Stop!" Park Wanchen waved his hand, and the four of them quickly stopped, put the old man on his shoulder on the ground, and quickly bandaged them the wound. Xinrou quickly took out four injections from a small bag behind her, two of which were
Stimulant, the special agent used for two torture.
The purpose of stimulants is to forcibly stimulate the potential of two dying people, which is to overdraw their lives, keep them awake for a while, and to bear the effect of that special agent. As for this, it may torture their vitality.
There is not much left, but Park Wanchen doesn't care about these things. Once they lose their use, he will personally solve these old men!
Looking at the old man lying on the ground, pale and dying due to excessive blood loss, Tang Ao wiped the blood and minced meat on his face with his hand paper, while curling his lips disdainfully. "Is this the so-called master? This is the ability to be strong.
Compared to the elder who even surpasses the right hand brother? Tsk, Tang Yu and I didn’t have much effort, it was easy and easy. Tang Yu and I were just slightly injured."
Park Wanchen said lightly: "It is indeed a bit psychologically overestimating them. If the other party fights with us, they may really be comparable to the right-handed brother. But we are now in the battlefield of life and death. These guys who cultivate themselves and cultivate their character are extraordinary and even claim to be noble.
, Compare ruthlessness, poisonousness, and psychological endurance with us. They are more than a little bit different. But they cannot be underestimated. After all, these people have profound martial arts attainments, and they are ultimately a group of disasters. After all, they are definitely going to attack when they play sneak attacks.