This is definitely Wang Jin's most difficult battle in the real world.
Under the blessing of the Gang Qi, the masked man's thirty-year-old dagger seemed to be accelerated at this moment, one knife faster than the other, like an airtight rain curtain, covering Wang Jin.
Even if it is Wang Jin, Yi Xuanri can only resist with difficulty at this time, and wounds will inevitably appear on his body.
The Hanging Sun Sword is three feet long. This length itself is not advantageous in close combat.
The masked man's 30-year-old double daggers are short-strike and long-strike, which are most suitable for this kind of close combat.
This is the real world, not a dream world.
Once Wang Jin dies, there is no chance for him to start over again!
At this moment, a strong warning sign appeared in Wang Jin's heart.
But with such strong warning signs emerging, Wang Jin didn't feel too panicked.
Instead, he seemed to be sinking into water, becoming calmer and calmer.
The Xuanri in his hand was still trying its best to resist the daggers in front of him that were constantly attacking, even though wounds kept appearing one after another on his body.
But Wang Jin seemed oblivious, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
Lines of blood appeared on his body, and the cold eyes under the mask of the thirty man opposite him who was constantly attacking him gradually showed a look of surprise.
"This guy..."
He could feel it clearly.
The young man in front of him seemed to be at a disadvantage, with wounds all over his body.
There seemed to be a terrifying aura brewing bit by bit in his body.
That terrifying aura caused an uncontrollable panic to emerge in Thirty's heart.
"Die!"
In the blink of an eye, Na Thirty already understood that he had to strangle the aura in the cradle of the young man in front of him before it brewed to its extreme!
Along with the low roar, Thirty's palm swelled up again, and there were even scarlet blood streaks bursting through his palm, leaking on the scales of the palm, and even faintly carrying something evil.
In an instant, Thirty's double daggers swung faster and faster, the daggers piercing the air, the whistling sound was as sharp as the hissing of a poisonous snake, and it pierced Wang Jin's throat like lightning.
brush!
A ray of crimson light also reached its extreme speed in an instant, seeming to be beyond the scope of human sight, even pulling out afterimages in the air.
clang!
The sharp blades collided, and the sound of metal and iron vibrated, deafening.
The thirty man unexpectedly stepped back continuously, and a crack appeared on the grimace mask on his face. As he stepped back, it split into two and slipped from his face.
He...no, it was her. There was a clear bloodstain on his face, running across the pretty face. It was shocking, and there were blood streaks oozing out from the bloodstain.
The blood stain was so deep that it almost split her entire face into two.
If it had been stronger, the sword just now might have been enough to cut these thirty heads in the middle.
Wang Jin held the hanging sun in his hand, his heartbeat was like beating a drum, his whole body was full of energy, and there was even a trace of sweat evaporating from his body.
It was just a swing of the sword, but Wang Jin felt sore all over, his muscles seemed to be cramped, and he even had some faint twitches.
In addition, he had just fought with these thirty men and had so many blood marks on his body. The sore muscles and physical pain at this time mixed together, making him unable to help but have the urge to grin.
But he still resisted this impulse and did not show it at all.
He pointed the tip of his sword slantingly, looking at Thirty who had revealed his true face in front of him, with a little surprise in his eyes.
Even he didn't expect that under the mask of such a fierce Thirty, there was actually a woman's face.
Just the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Because he saw that the wounds on the woman's face were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The blood seeping out of it, as if flowing backwards, quickly penetrated into his skin. In an instant, it was as smooth as before, without any trace of scars.
Thirty looked at Wang Jin deeply, with deep fear and surprise in his eyes.
It seemed that he had never expected that Wang Jin could be so powerful.
She moved suddenly, but she didn't attack Wang Jin again.
Instead, he rushed to the other side like lightning, lifted up the silver-white box, and then jumped deep, like an agile cheetah, smashing the only remaining window of the hotel, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Wang Jin just watched quietly as those thirty people quickly disappeared into the night without making any move to stop them.
It wasn't until those thirty people completely disappeared into the night that Wang Jin let out a heavy breath.
After exhaling this breath of turbid air, his whole body's strength seemed to drain away, and he felt as if he was out of strength.
The sore muscles and tingling sensations from scars that he had suppressed all over his body now came flooding back like a tsunami and flash flood.
Wang Jin put the Xuanri in his hand back into the scabbard on his back. Such a simple action made his body shake and he almost stumbled.
The masked man was thirty, and he was probably afraid of Wang Jin's last sword swing.
After the mask was chopped off, he no longer dared to take risks.
That's why I ran away from here quickly without even looking.
But in fact, Wang Jin has also reached the end of his strength.
The sword he swung was already his final blow.
"It's really... in the real world, this is the second time I've suffered such a serious injury..."
Wang Jin gave a bitter smile and sat down, holding on to the wall. He closed his eyes and calmed down for a long time. He felt that his body had regained some strength, and then he opened his eyes.
In the corridor on the third floor of the hotel, which was no different from a ruins, as soon as Wang Jin opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Yu and three others looking towards him.
He looked like he wanted to come over and see how Wang Jin was doing, but he was forced by the terrifying strength Wang Jin had shown previously and didn't dare to come forward. c
At this time, when Wang Jin opened his eyes and looked over, the three guys, who were clearly more than ten years older than Wang Jin, seemed to be frightened rabbits, almost jumping up on the spot.
Even Chen Chen, the only male among the three, is no exception.
"Then...did the masked man...run away?"
Zhao Yu was the calmest among the three. He swallowed and asked cautiously.
"Escaped."
Wang Jin stood up little by little, although his body was still a little weak.
But with such a simple action, the three of them subconsciously took a step back.
Wang Jin couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
These three people were warriors sent from a martial arts school that was famous for its actual combat.
His mental quality is so bad.
"Can you drive?"
He looked at the three people.
The three of them looked at each other.
…
Late at night, on a dark road, a black van was speeding on the road.
The car was quiet. Chen Chen and Zhao Yu were sitting in the front row, Wang Jin was sitting in the middle row, and Li Xue was sitting in the last row.
None of them spoke, and they only dared to secretly glance at Wang Jin from the corner of their eyes.
Although Wang Jin looks too young.
But when Wang Jin took action just now, he was so decisive in killing, but it still left the three of them with lingering fears.
If Wang Jin's face hadn't been shown here, they wouldn't have dared to imagine that a teenage boy could do such a decisive and killing thing.
It is precisely for this reason that the three of them have always been cautious, not even daring to figure out Wang Jin's thoughts, which is completely opposite to their previous disregard for Wang Jin, for fear of making Wang Jin unhappy.
Wang Jin ignored the three of them, but closed his eyes and leaned on his seat, quietly experiencing the battle process just now.
Although this battle was the second time in the real world that Wang Jin had suffered such serious injuries.
The first time was when facing that underground demon polyp.
But it’s not like there’s nothing gained.
At the last moment, Wang Jin swung his sword.
It is the result of the sword spirit in the body melting again.
The sword intent in his body, which was like golden light crossing the air sea, melted a little again following the battle just now.
This is also a surprising thing.
"Sure enough... the battle between life and death is the best way to sharpen your memory..."
When such a sigh appeared in his heart, Wang Jin suddenly felt the van stop.
"What's wrong?"
He opened his eyes.
"It's...that Zhang Zhen's body..."
Chen Chen, who got off the car to check, jogged back and said cautiously.
Wang Jin raised his eyes and saw a miserable corpse lying on the road.
His eyes were wide open, as if he could not close his eyes.
Under the body, there were stains of blood.
"Should we take Zhen's body with us?"
Chen Chen asked Wang Jin for his opinion.
"It's up to you to decide, it has nothing to do with me."
Wang Jin just glanced at it and then looked away.
He didn't have a good impression of Zhang Zhen, and it was really disgraceful to abandon his teammates and escape alone at that critical moment.
Zhang Zhen, Zhao Yu and others looked at each other, exchanged words in low voices for a few seconds, and finally decided to take Zhang Zhen's body with them.
Zhang Zhen and Li Xue belong to the same martial arts school, although it is normal for warriors in the martial arts gym to die when taking missions.
But under normal circumstances, many martial arts schools still have to see the corpses before they can issue a certain amount of pensions to the families of warriors who died during missions.
Although Zhang Zhen did such despicable things, he was still a teammate in the same martial arts gym as Li Xue.
Just watching his body exposed in the wilderness, Li Xue really couldn't bear it.
Several people worked together to carry Zhang Zhen's body into the van.
Looking at Zhang Zhen's miserable corpse, Chen Chen couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhen, the strongest among them, was the only one to die.
Their strength was far inferior to that of Zhang Zhen, but they relied on that young man to survive.
Recalling that not long ago, Zhang Zhen abandoned them and ran away alone. Chen Chen thought that this guy who was greedy for life and afraid of death could survive, but the few of them without Zhang Zhen's protection would die in the hands of those masked men.
I didn't expect the result to be so dramatic.
On the contrary, they were protected by the young man in the car who everyone ignored at first, and they survived.
But Zhang Zhen, who looked down upon the young man the most at first, died in such a miserable way in the wild.
"Everything in the world is unpredictable...Who would have thought?"
Chen Chen sighed, closed the trunk of the van and returned to the driver's seat.