Gasp, keep gasping!

A few gangsters who swept across and rushed over, the continuous flowing blood and violent fighting caused Wang Xuan to lose a lot of physical strength. He was completely unconscious in his mind. As soon as he slowed down, he was stabbed again behind him.

"Ao!!"

Wang Xuan roared, held the knife in both hands, and turned around suddenly, the light of the knife was like lightning flashing across the night sky.

"Click!"

He slashed the gangster behind him on the neck with a knife!

In an instant, most of the neck was cut open, leaving only a little bit of the head connected by flesh. It was pulled onto the shoulders, like a zombie with a broken neck bone, and deep reluctance was revealed in her eyes full of fear.

Blood sprayed Wang Xuan's head, face, and mouth like magma!

Everyone's eyes were focused on the slowly falling corpse, and they fell into strange silence all around.

This is not being stabbed to death by several stabs, it doesn’t look that scary!

This is beheading!

After entering modern society, we will be infinitely away from everyone’s beheading!

A beheading that can only happen in film and television dramas!

The head that was hanging beside him, his eyes wide open strangely, and his mouth wide opened, as if he was silently calling everyone present.

Come on!

I'm waiting for you!!

Wang Xuan randomly wiped the blood from his face with his hands.

"Uh uh uh uh uh..."

A low, hoarse and gloomy laughter reminded me that blood was dripping from Wang Xuan's hair, his face was covered in blood and he couldn't see his face clearly. His teeth were bloody in his mouth, as if he had just eaten raw!

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of blood was spit on the ground by Wang Xuan. The Japanese sword in his hand was stuck on the ground. His cold eyes swept across the group of gangsters surrounding him. The hole was full of madness, which scared the gangsters to step back involuntarily and slightly dispersed the encirclement.

"Come on! Are you going to kill me? Fuck, the King of Hell dare not accept me. You bunch of dogs. I want my life. It depends on how many lives you have to pay me!!" Wang Xuan took a step forward, pointed at the gangsters around him with a knife in one hand, and roared hoarsely.

Captured by his momentum, the gangsters were frightened and took a few steps back again. A strange encirclement appeared on the chaotic street. Wang Xuan, who was standing in the middle of the circle, held a knife in one hand, his body covered with purple-black dry blood, mixed with the bright red blood flowing down his head, looking dirty and terrifying.

"Let me go aside. These many people can't beat anyone. You are such a bunch of waste!"

A loud voice reminded him, and the gangsters around him were obviously relieved.

A guy with a dark skin and dark skin came out from the crowd.

This man looks a little thin, but looks very strong, with a arrogant and domineering face. His narrow eyes flashed with a faint cold light. He was holding an extended and thick machete in his hand. The blade was sharp and the handle was covered with handguards.

Looking at the obviously special knife, Wang Xuan's heart was cold and his pupils shrank, and his brain, which was already in a crazy manner, gradually cooled down. Looking at the attitude of the gangsters around him, Wang Xuan knew that this person was a tough guy and was difficult to mess with!

The man came to the circle and looked at the two corpses and several broken arms on the ground, especially the guy whose head had been cut off half of his head, let out a breath, and his hand holding the knife subconsciously tightened his fingers, staring at Wang Xuan, who was like a blood gourd.

"Hongyishe, Yougui, Dongxingzai, please sign up!"

"Bah!" Wang Xuan vomited blood in his mouth. He had watched too many TV series! Those who talked a lot were villains. In my novel, you can't survive for a chapter!

Slowly, lift the sword in your hand and hold it tightly.

Gripping his teeth, he suddenly accelerated and slashed hard.

"Sneak attack!"

The ghost carried a knife in his right hand, after all, it was one hand, and suddenly he didn't use all his strength. He only felt his arms numb and his mouth hurt. If he hadn't brought his hands to prevent falling off, the knife would have flew out.

"mom……"

Before he could curse, Wang Xuan's second sword had arrived. The ghost had no time to distract himself and immediately waved the machete in his hand to resist with all his strength.

After slashing with all his strength for seven or eight consecutive times, Wang Xuan immediately felt that he was not strong enough and his movements were obviously slowing down. He slashed again. Wang Xuan took two steps back and stood still, gasping for breath.

When he found that Wang Xuan's sword was weak, the ghost breathed a sigh of relief and immediately shook his numb arms.

I was caught off guard just now, which made me completely at a disadvantage. I secretly hated the other party’s despicable sneak attack and was also a little scared. If I hadn’t been experienced in many battles, I might not have been able to survive it safely just now.

At this moment, I grabbed the opponent's body's exhausted gap, and the ghost cut at Wang Xuan without any mercy.

Relying on the length of the sword, Wang Xuan could barely resist at first, but the more he realized that he could not keep up with the rhythm of the ghost. If this continues, he must be here!

He made up his mind, and regardless of the long sword that the other party cut, the sword rushed to the ghost's head and slashed it, as if one life was exchanged for one life. The ghost was so scared that he quickly withdrew the sword and blocked it.

After barely persevering for a few more rounds, Wang Xuan felt that he was about to lose his strength. He took the time to glance around. The gangsters on both sides were still entangled together. He would definitely not be able to decide the winner for a while. When they came to rescue him, the grass on the grave was about to be one foot!

Oh shit!

I can't do this anymore, I have to find a way!

People always rely on themselves!

"choke!"

After striking the machete again, Wang Xuan staggered back two steps, and his sword swayed, his body shaking, and he couldn't stand firmly.

Looking at the weak Wang Xuan, a grim smile appeared on the ghost's face, and he stepped forward and slashed hard. Wang Xuan could only barely raise his left arm to block it.

"Zla!"

Things were completely beyond the imagination of the ghost. He did not cut off his opponent's arm with one knife, but instead the machete was embedded on the opponent's left arm.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed in front of his eyes, and his right arm suddenly became cold.

The ghost looked down and saw that his right arm had broken from his elbow, and blood was squirting out like money.

He looked at his broken arm in a daze, then looked at another part of the other person's arm holding the handle and embedded in the other person's arm. His eyes were full of disbelief. He took a few steps back and said unconsciously: "This... this is impossible, this is impossible!"

He habitually raised his broken arm and pointed at Wang Xuan and roared shrillly: "You are cheating, you are despicable!"

Shaking off the machete on his left arm, Wang Xuan twitched in pain, gritting his teeth and preventing himself from shouting. The sword pointed at the ghost, his steps slowly and firmly.

The ghost who held his broken arm tightly, a panic flashed on his face, and his voice shouted in a hurry: "Wait, I admit defeat, you won, I admit defeat, I admit defeat, now I will take people away immediately, and withdraw from the world from now on, how about letting me go!?"

Wang Xuan looked at the battle knife more than one meter long in his hand, and a non-detectable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's OK to put a code on you!"
Chapter completed!