He Zhenzhong made several emergency changes in direction, quickly dodged the bullets, and then rushed forward violently.
Boom.
He stamped his feet on the wall, turned his body, and moved his left hand to his waist, and the pistol fell into his hand.
boom.
The guy's face changed, his reaction was quick, and his body suddenly turned back.
when.
The little devil's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stabbed his hand fiercely, and the gun fell to the ground with a clang. He looked down and immediately gasped, and the trigger of the gun was interrupted by a shot.
And He Zhenzhong twisted his waist and landed firmly on the ground with a thud.
Swish.
Inserting the pistol again, He Zhenzhong grabbed the dragon's tooth head and slowly stood up. One bullet would solve the problem. That would be too cheap for these damn little devils.
"Baga." The little devil cursed loudly, stretched out his hand, took out a saber, and danced with a whirring sound, "China pig, suffer death."
Boom.
With a stamp of his foot, his body jumped out very quickly.
call.
The saber passed across and headed straight for He Zhenzhong's neck.
when.
With a wave of his hand, He Zhenzhong made a fist with his left hand and punched it fiercely.
boom.
What? The kid's eyes widened immediately, and a sharp pain came from his finger bones. Then, a surge of distance came, pushing his body back a few steps.
Pedal.
"Yeah." He Zhenzhong flew over and whizzed past again with a heavy punch from his left fist.
call.
A harsh howling sound sounded.
The little devil gritted his teeth and raised his hand again.
boom.
Click, there was a terrifying sound of bone cracking, and the guy's finger bones were instantly broken.
"Ah." A scream sounded like a slaughtering pig.
call.
boom.
The finger bones were broken, and the guy couldn't stop it at all. He received a heavy punch on the face, which immediately became bruised and swollen.
"This punch is for the Chinese people who died innocently."
call.
boom.
Another heavy punch fell.
Poof, the little devil opened his mouth, and a few teeth mixed with blood splashed out.
"This punch is for those soldiers who died."
call.
boom.
The little devil made a thud and was knocked upside down by fists. His face was swollen like a pig's head.
"This punch was for those dead agents."
Snapped.
Stepping on the guy's face, He Zhenzhong slowly squatted down and took out the dragon tooth head.
"Bah, China Pig, our fleet from the Empire of Japan is coming soon. You are all going to die, all of you are going to die, haha..."
puff.
A cold light flashed.
Hiss.
A blood line appeared on the guy's neck, and then blood spurted out.
"ah."
He Zhenzhong relaxed his legs and stood up, "I hope you can live longer, I will set off a grand fireworks for you."
After saying that, he turned around and continued walking towards the depths.
Deng Deng.
call.
He Zhenzhong's body accelerated violently and rushed forward.
Around the corner, two little devils were walking quickly.
Snapped.
A big hand suddenly appeared and suddenly fell on the neck of the guy at the front, and then he was pushed to the wall of the corridor.
Boom.
"eight.."
"Eight, your sister." He Zhenzhong twisted his hand.
Click.
The guy tilted his head, and the panic on his face was frozen for an instant.
Da da da.
He Zhenzhong turned around and dragged the body in front of him.
Puff.
Blood spattered and the corpse's vest was instantly beaten into a sieve.
boom.
He Zhenzhong kicked him and the body flew out.
Boom.
Almost at the same time, he kicked his foot to the ground and followed.
Deng Deng.
The guy who fired the gun kept retreating.
call.
He Zhenzhong twisted his waist, and his body suddenly jumped forward, landed on the ground, and rolled forward.
The guy's expression changed and he quickly lowered his gun.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
With a push of his left hand, He Zhenzhong steadied his body and waved his right hand violently.
call.
A cold light suddenly appeared.
puff.
Boom.
A bloody thing fell to the ground.
"Ah." A shrill scream sounded, and the little devil's entire face was twisted into a ball of pain. The gun in his hand crashed to the ground, and he covered his crotch with both hands, and blood continued to flow out from his fingers.
Boom, he fell to the ground in pain, rolling continuously.
He Zhenzhong stood up, kicked it away, grabbed the dragon's tooth head that was dripping with blood, and continued to move forward.
Wow.
Next to it, a wooden window suddenly cracked, splinters flew everywhere, and a figure jumped out.
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call.
A strong wind came.
He Zhenzhong turned his body slightly to one side.
Swish.
A long and narrow katana slashed down against his body.
"die."
call.
The katana suddenly changed direction and slashed horizontally.
He Zhenzhong's body suddenly leaned back and bent down.
A guy wearing a kimono and the look of a Japanese ronin had a sneer on his face, holding a katana in both hands, with his feet on the ground, rising into the air, and slashing down again.
call.
when.
What?
The guy's eyes immediately widened, his face was full of disbelief, and he blinked, as if he had seen a ghost.
He Zhenzhong's head and hands actually stretched out from between his feet, blocking the samurai sword with his head.
He Zhenzhong has been practicing Jiu Jitsu among the physical arts.
call.
After forcing the samurai sword away, He Zhenzhong struggled away, leaned his feet back violently, and stretched his body again.
Boom.
When he landed, he threw himself over.
"Baga." The guy gritted his teeth and roared. He held the katana in both hands and drew it again.
Wow.
The samurai sword pierced He Zhenzhong's clothes.
But his expression didn't change at all. He raised the dragon's fang head high and chopped it off.
when.
Snapped.
The katana broke instantly.
Gulu, the guy swallowed his saliva. He could no longer suppress the panic in his eyes. He threw the broken knife towards He Zhenzhong with both hands, and he turned around and ran away.
call.
He Zhenzhong raised his right foot high and stepped on the broken knife.
Whoosh.
The broken knife started to spin.
Phew, He Zhenzhong kicked out, and the instep of his foot just landed on the handle of the broken knife.
call.
A scream sounded.
puff.
The fleeing guy's body was smashed, blood spattered, and his vest was immediately penetrated.
Deng Deng.
Boom.
when.
His body was nailed to a wooden door in front, and blood was dripping like rain.
He wasn't dead yet, and the little devil's body was still shaking. Unfortunately, he didn't have the strength to struggle away, so he could only be nailed there.
He Zhenzhong held the dragon tooth head and continued to move forward.
Walked some distance.
call.
A figure suddenly flew over from the front.
He Zhenzhong's eyes twitched slightly and his face changed slightly.