With a sweeping sweep, he forced away several gangsters who were rushing towards him with knives. The constant flow of blood and the fierce fighting caused Wang Xuan to lose a lot of physical strength. His mind was completely unconscious. His steps slowed down and he was stabbed again behind him.
"Ouch"
Wang Xuan roared loudly, held the knife in both hands, and turned around suddenly. The light of the knife flashed across the night sky like lightning.
"Click"
The knife slashed hard on the neck of the gangster behind him.
In an instant, most of the neck was cut open, leaving only a little bit of flesh connected to the head hanging on the shoulders, like a zombie with a broken neck bone, and the eyes full of fear showed deep unwillingness.
Blood spurted out like lava all over Wang Xuan's head, face, and mouth.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the slowly falling body, and the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.
This wasn't stabbed to death with a few knives. It didn't look that scary.
This is beheading
After entering modern society, we are infinitely far away from everyone’s beheading.
Beheading can only happen in movies and TV shows
The head drooped to the side, the strangely wide eyes, and the wide grin seemed to be silently calling everyone present.
come
I'm waiting for you
Wang Xuan casually wiped the blood on his face with his hand.
"Uh uh uh uh uh"
A burst of low, hoarse and sinister laughter reminded me that blood was still dripping from Wang Xuan's hair. His face was so bloody that it was impossible to see his face. His teeth were all red in his grinning mouth, as if he had just eaten a living person.
"Pooh"
Wang Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground. The Japanese sword in his hand was stuck on the ground. His cold eyes swept over the group of gangsters surrounding him. There was madness in the hollow, and the frightened gangsters involuntarily took a step back.
, slightly dispersed the surrounding circle.
"Come here, don't you want to kill me? Damn it, the Lord of Hell doesn't even dare to take me in. You sons of bitches still want my life. Let's see how many lives you have to give to me." Wang Xuan stepped forward and held a knife in one hand.
Pointing at the gangsters around him, he roared hoarsely.
Captured by his momentum, the gangsters took a few steps back in fright. A strange encirclement appeared on the chaotic street. Wang Xuan, standing in the middle of the circle, held a knife in one hand, and his body was covered with purple-black dried blood, mixed with blood.
The bright red blood flowing down from his head looked dirty and terrifying.
"Get out of my way, there are so many people but I can't do it to one of you, you guys are really a bunch of losers."
A loud voice remembered, and the gangsters around him breathed a sigh of relief.
The crowd parted and a dark-skinned guy about 1.7 meters tall came out.
This man is slightly thin, but looks very strong. He has an arrogant and domineering look on his face. A pair of narrow eyes flashes with a faint cold light. He is holding a lengthened and thickened machete in his hand. The blade is sharp and the handle is protected.
hand.
Looking at the knife that was obviously specially made, Wang Xuan felt cold in his heart and his pupils shrank, and his already crazy brain gradually cooled down. Looking at the attitudes of the gangsters around him, Wang Xuan knew that this person was a tough guy and difficult to offend.
The man came to the circle and looked at the two corpses and several broken arms on the ground, especially the guy who had half his head chopped off. He let out a breath and subconsciously tightened his hand holding the knife.
Staring at Wang Xuan who looked like a bloody gourd.
"Hongyishe, Ghost, Dongxingzai, please give me your name."
"Bah" Wang Xuan spat out the bloody foam in his mouth. You have watched too many TV series. Those who talk too much are villains. You can't survive more than one chapter in my novel.
Slowly, he raised the sword in his hand and held it tightly with both hands.
Gritting his teeth, he suddenly accelerated and jumped over, slashing down hard.
"Sneak attack"
The ghost held the knife in his right hand and stretched it out. After all, it was one hand, and he suddenly didn't use all his strength. He only felt numbness in his arm and pain in the tiger's mouth. If he hadn't been wearing a hand guard to prevent it from falling off, the knife would have flown out.
"mom"
Before he could even curse, Wang Xuan's second sword was already coming. Ghost had no time to be distracted and immediately waved the machete in his hand to resist with all his strength.
After slashing with all his strength seven or eight times in a row, Wang Xuan immediately felt that he was out of strength, and his movements slowed down obviously. After another slash, Wang Xuan took two steps back and stood still, breathing heavily.
Realizing that Wang Xuan's sword was weak, Ghost also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately shook off his numb arm.
I was caught off guard just now, putting myself at a complete disadvantage. I resented the opponent's despicable sneak attack and was also a little scared. If I hadn't been through hundreds of battles and experienced a lot, I might not have been able to get through it safely just now.
At this moment, seizing the opportunity of his opponent's tired body, Phantom slashed towards Wang Xuan without any mercy.
Relying on the length of the sword, Wang Xuan could barely resist it at first, but as time went on, he realized more and more that he couldn't keep up with the ghost's rhythm. If this continued, he would have to hang here.
With a sudden change of heart, he didn't care about the opponent's long sword. The sword rushed towards the ghost's head and slashed at it. It was like a life-for-life attitude. The ghost was so frightened that he quickly retreated and retracted his knife to block.
After barely holding on for a few more rounds, Wang Xuan felt that he was about to run out of strength. He took the time to glance around and saw that the gangsters on both sides were still entangled together. For a while, there was absolutely no way to tell the winner. He was waiting for them to come to rescue him.
, there is even a foot of grass on the grave.
Oh shit
We can't stay like this anymore, we must find a way
People always have to rely on themselves
"choke"
Wang Xuan fended off the incoming machete again, and staggered back two steps. The sword struck the ground, his body swayed, and he could no longer stand still.
Looking at the weak Wang Xuan, Ghost showed a ferocious smile on his face, stepped forward and slashed hard with his sword. Wang Xuan could only barely raise his left arm to block it.
"Zira"
What happened was completely beyond the ghost's imagination. Instead of cutting off the opponent's arm cleanly and neatly, the machete was embedded in the opponent's left arm.
Suddenly, a silver light flashed before his eyes, and his right arm suddenly felt cold.
The ghost looked down and saw that his right arm had been severed at the elbow, and blood spurted out like it was worthless.
He looked blankly at his broken arm, and then at the other part still holding the handle of the knife embedded in the opponent's arm. His eyes were full of disbelief, and he took a few steps back and muttered unconsciously.
"This is impossible, this is impossible"
Habitually raising his severed arm and pointing at Wang Xuan, he screamed, "You are cheating, you are despicable."
Shaking off the machete on his left arm, Wang Xuan's mouth twitched in pain. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from shouting. He pointed the sword at the ghost and walked slowly and firmly.
A look of panic flashed across the face of the ghost who was holding his severed arm tightly, and he shouted urgently, "Wait a minute, I admit defeat, you won, I admit defeat, now take the people to retreat, withdraw from the world, let me go."
How about a horse?”
Wang Xuan looked at the one-meter-long sword in his hand, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his lips, "I'll let you go, that's okay."
"Thank you." The ghost obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and did not dare to expect to pick up his broken arm, so he turned around and left.