The samurai sword held by the little devil was placed across his chest, and his whole aura suddenly changed, as if he had turned into an unsheathed sword, with a murderous aura. He stared at He Zhenzhong closely, "die by my sword."
, you won’t feel wronged.”
"I'm not as powerful as you. If you die in my hands, you will definitely not rest in peace."
How dare you be so arrogant after being injured?
The little devil's face was a little distorted, bang, he stamped his feet on the ground, and his body flashed past.
call.
A cold light flashed before his eyes.
He Zhenzhong leaned his upper body back, and the cold blade grazed the tip of his nose. Then his body turned sideways several times, and the katana slashed continuously against his body.
The guy's face changed slightly. He was injured, but his movements are still so flexible?
call.
He Zhenzhong steadied his body, made a fist with his right hand, and came roaring.
Swish.
The little devil was not slow either. He put his feet on the ground a little, stepped back, dodged, and then stabbed He Zhenzhong in the stomach with a backhand knife.
Lift your right foot, place your left foot on the ground, and turn your body.
Wow.
The samurai sword pierced He Zhenzhong's clothes and grazed his waist.
"die."
The little devil shouted loudly and moved his hands violently to the side.
The katana changed direction instantly and slashed towards He Zhenzhong's waist.
"you are too naive."
He Zhenzhong's body suddenly jumped up on the spot.
call.
The katana slashed across.
He Zhenzhong twisted his waist, and his right foot that had been retracted long ago popped out, straightened like a thick iron rod, and kicked straight towards the guy's face.
call.
The little devil leaned back and avoided it.
He Zhenzhong's body sank, and he pressed his right foot down.
Boom.
The guy raised his left hand, held He Zhenzhong's foot, and then pushed it up violently.
He Zhenzhong leaned back, did a backflip with force, and landed firmly on the ground.
The little devil gasped and stared at He Zhenzhong warily. He no longer had the arrogance and confidence he had before. This guy was injured, but he was still so fierce. If he was in his prime, wouldn't he be able to crush him?
Next to them, the high-ranking cult officials who had been hiding long ago also widened their eyes. They had seen how powerful this little devil was, but now, He Zhenzhong was injured and still withstood it. If they went up, wouldn't they even meet him face to face?
Can't even hold on? This guy is so powerful.
This is definitely a formidable enemy that must be eradicated, otherwise the consequences will be endless. The little devil has made up his mind, even if he pays a certain price, he will definitely kill He Zhenzhong today.
And He Zhenzhong is also a little asthmatic. It seems that simply strengthening his body cannot make him invincible. After returning this time, he has to find a way to exchange for some new things, such as gun fighting skills or gun martial arts.
call.
The little Japanese attacked again, running past with a few steps, then stamping his feet, his body rose into the air, and he slashed down with the samurai sword held tightly in his right hand.
He Zhenzhong dodged and hid.
One blow cuts through the air.
"Hehe." A sneer suddenly appeared on the little devil's face, he took out his left hand in his arms, and then threw it away.
boom.
A cloud of black smoke rose up and enveloped He Zhenzhong.
Somewhat similar to smoke bombs.
Seeing this, the kid's face sneered even more. This was the proud trick of their ninjas. Their eyes were treated with special potions and they could vaguely see through the black smoke.
He held the samurai sword, slowed down his pace, and walked gently towards He Zhenzhong.
One step, two steps.
Getting closer.
He tightened his grip on the sharp katana in his hand.
Suddenly, he moved and stabbed He Zhenzhong in the waist.
Snapped.
What?
The little devil's eyes suddenly widened. His right wrist was actually caught. Damn it, how did this guy know that he was coming from this direction?
If he knew that He Zhenzhong's eyes were enhanced by the Eagle Eye System, maybe it wouldn't be so strange.
Unfortunately, he didn't know.
Click.
With a clang, the katana fell.
As He Zhenzhong twisted violently, pain immediately appeared on the little devil's face. His teeth were almost broken, and his hand was broken. Damn it. He raised his right foot and struggled violently at the same time.
However, He Zhenzhong refused to let go of his right hand.
boom.
Their feet quickly met.
Bang bang
The look of pain on the little devil's face was even worse, and his feet were a little numb. The guy's feet were like iron rods.
He suddenly regretted it in his heart. If he hadn't thrown this smoke bomb, maybe he wouldn't have ended up like this.
It's a pity that if you make a wrong step, you will make a wrong step at every step. There is no regret in this world.
boom.
The little devil's right foot was numb, and he lifted it a little slower. He immediately felt a pain in his stomach, screamed, and his face was completely twisted into a ball.
Bang bang.
Poof, after being kicked several times in a row, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Da da da.
Suddenly, gunfire rang out.
Puff.
Several blood flowers bloomed on the little devil's vest. His body was shaken, his eyes widened and his face looked aggrieved. He had been killed, killed by those unknown people.
He Zhenzhong frowned, and the few remaining high-level cult officials picked up the guns that the mercenaries had dropped on the ground.
"Die, die."
"Hahaha, everything is over."
"What's the use of fighting anymore, you're all going to die, you're all going to die."
The top leaders of the cult, who had been frightened to death, had crazy expressions on their faces and kept shouting. They turned their guns and pointed them at He Zhenzhong.
Da da da.
The sound of dense bullets sounded.
"ah."
Puff puff.
Nothing happened to He Zhenzhong, but the bodies of the high-level cult officials were instantly beaten into sieves, like rags, and were blown away, leaving a bloody mess.
Da da da.
He Zhenzhong turned around.
Behind, a tall guy in military uniform with a tough look on his face held a heavy machine gun in his arms and kept firing, with a long chain of bullets hanging around his neck as he walked over.
This made He Zhenzhong feel a little embarrassed. This guy looked like a violent maniac, and he actually ran around holding a heavy machine gun.
"Now, everything is over." The guy muttered and stopped firing.
He stopped and looked at He Zhenzhong, "Shenyang Military Region, Zidian."
"Southeast Military Region, God of Death." He Zhenzhong nodded, and then he wondered, where are those Lei Zhan people?