The moment when the shouts of killing sounded...

John immediately activated the trait blood boil.

You have a trump card and a killer weapon. You will make arrangements in advance. Don’t I?

I never fight a battle that I cannot be sure of, and without a chance of winning of more than 90%, I will not come to you alone.

To install B, you must have the ability to install B. If you don’t have the ability to install B, that is called death.

Puchi!

John instantly cut three enemies in front of him with his knife.

His eyes were blood red, and his face was covered with blood, and he was full of Satan from hell.

He was bathed in blood, and his skin was exposed and his body was full of charming red light. He couldn't tell whether it was blood or the original color of his skin.

Its full attributes are increasing geometrically, and the plug-in is opened to the extreme.

"Ahhhh!"

He couldn't help but yelled!

All negative emotions such as tyranny, cruelty, bloodthirst, destruction, and destruction are uncontrollably pouring into my mind.

He just wants to kill and kill again now!

Puff!

Puff!

One enemy after another fell down, and the world almost became a world of black and white.

But the enemy's weapons could not touch a hair on his body.

Because his degree is too fast.

Agility and spirit are almost three times that of ordinary adults, and then the overall increase in blood boils has risen to an unwilling level.

The surging primitive power almost made him die violently.

"Die! Go and die!"

His hoarse voice made his soul tremble.

Was it! Was it!

Some people kept falling down.

clang! clang! clang!

Mars blooms fiercely.

Weapons after weapon were cut off by treasure swords.

but……

The enemy still did not retreat.

Since they are known as the "Eighty-Eight Madman Group", this title must be not a scare.

Their team is all desperate people who dare to fight and fight, and many of them are even happy to kill people. Blood will only stimulate them to become even more crazy.

"ah!"

An enemy screamed strangely and rushed to John regardless of everything.

Although, the next second he was dismembered by John's sword, just to delay John's time for one second.

In just this second, another enemy took the opportunity to throw out the axe in his hand.

The axe pied on John's shoulder.

After paying nearly twenty people, John finally lost his lottery and was injured.

but……

This injury is nothing to John, who has the devil's derivative and powerful life-saving characteristics.

He saw his sword open and close, and after instantly, two enemies who wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack, he pulled out the axe on his shoulder with his other hand, shook his hand and threw it back intact.

suddenly--

Puff!

The enemy who had just thrown John with his hand axe was immediately killed by his own weapons.

"waste!"

Leader Zhuang Nimo kicked away the subordinates in front of him and slashed at John at the same time.

The trajectory of these two swords is "eight characters", both offense and defense, and it also blocks the opponent's retreat, and is well versed in the essence of sword techniques.

From this we can see that Zhuang Nemo's attainment in cold weapons is definitely at the level of the master, and he is as good as John in terms of expertise, and even higher.

but……

This is just as specialized as John, and his four-dimensional attributes are not comparable to John who possessed by blood boiling.

Zhuang Nimo may really be a master of Double Swords, and his "eight-character"-type killing skills may really make John unable to retreat, but in the face of absolute strength, all so-called killing skills are just flower stands.

John just knocked it out with a casual knife—

Bang!

Several times the power of Zhuonimo directly knocked him and his knife to fly backwards...

If Zhuang Nimo's two swords were not also high-quality treasure swords, just a simple knock would have broken his weapons and his body was different.

"How...how is it possible?" Zhuang Nimo fell to the ground, his front teeth knocked off, and he was so shocked that he was almost crazy.

Is this Lao Baga still a human?

It's almost the same as the Terminator in a foreigner's science fiction movie, right?

Terminator?

Of course not!

John is now a better existence than the Terminator.

He rushed left and right, as if he had entered a state of no one, and there was almost no one-union enemy under the sword.

Every time a knife is used, an enemy will inevitably die.

John even found the pleasure of playing a certain unparalleled game before traveling through time.

In just a blink of an eye, five more subordinates died in a blink of an eye.

In just two minutes, more than thirty elite soldiers were killed.

The "Eighty-Eight Madman Group" lost more than one-third.

You should know that these people are elites that Zhuonimo took four years to recruit and train. They are both powerful and capable of fighting for one to ten. Every time they are killed, they are trampling on his hard work.

"Bageyalu! Your opponent is me, I will fight you!"

Zhuonimo shouted, and stood up with force, waved his swords, and pounced at John again, and rushed towards the murderer, oh, no, it was a life harvester.

Zhuonimo believed that if he didn't take action, John's life-harvesting opportunity would have harvested all his "Eighty-Eight Madman Group".

Puff!

John killed two sculpts with one sword.

He was about to kill the third silly...

Zhuonimo rushed up desperately.

John: "I didn't expect that this bald man was really not afraid of death... If that's the case, I will fulfill your wish."

John did not retreat but advanced, held the sword and hedged Zhuonimo, and had a head-on collision between men.

boom!

The two of them rushed together in an instant.

but……

Before John could even slash his two swords, John hit him directly into his chest.

"ah!"

Zhuang Nimo couldn't help screaming, and his chest was like it was exploded.

He had no idea that John was crazy and that he could kill people without weapons, but by his body, and he could smash people with his body.

That's right.

John's chest was already dented, and everything inside was broken.

The old blood squirted from his mouth, and the person flew backwards like a broken kite and flew back ten meters away. Finally, he slapped hard on the wall and then bounced to the ground, stopping.

"Monster...monster..."
To be continued...