"Chase!"

"Yu Zhi run!"

“Ah~”

In the dark night, several young men supported each other and kept running in one direction. Behind were several quick-moving killers, with several samurai swords tied to their bodies and a bloody knife in their hands. The blood was particularly bright under the moonlight, and it seemed to have stained some people's lives.

The young men in front were running away helplessly. They had just four or five of their companions, and they had to run out to inform the other students, so that they could avoid the Japanese's evil hands.

But after running a few steps, I found that there were several more Japanese warriors in front of me who blocked their way. The warriors were wearing samurai swords and dressed in black, and even their mouths became cute and only had a pair of eyes exposed.

In the dark night, these people exuded a cold aura, which made people feel scared. Several young people suddenly formed a group and looked around.

The Japanese rushed up with small steps, and the samurai sword in their hands was shimmering, as if they wanted to kill these students as soon as possible.

"what to do?"

Several students surrounded themselves with helpless hands and trembling bodies. They were also humans and were afraid of death. At the same time, they were also very worried about their other classmates because some of the Japanese went to pursue others.

Just when the Japanese sword was about to cut a young man, a flying knife suddenly shot out from a distance and inserted it directly into the Japanese temple.

"Who?"

A group of Japanese soldiers felt the threat and quickly formed a formation. Facing the direction of the flying knife flying out, everyone seemed particularly vigilant. As for the Japanese warrior killed by the flying knife, no one paid attention to it. These killers were very cold in their hearts and could focus without distractions while their companions were alive and died.

The answer to the Japanese was a few flying knives, and of course some small things. After all, an old Yin Bi came to Shanghai. If he didn't use his skills, he would probably not be happy.

The Japanese were still capable. They did not shoot out a wave of flying knives and did not kill a few people. They were all cut off by their martial arts swords.

At this time, a group of Japanese discovered that the young men had escaped from their attack range. Just as they were about to rush up to chase people, a black shadow continued to lengthen under the moonlight and slowly walked towards them.

The figure is indeed very huge. It looks like a black bear with an iron tower. His face is covered with a veil and he doesn't seem to want others to recognize his identity. The most terrifying thing is that the big man held a mace in his hand and smashed it down at the head of a Japanese warrior who fell to the ground.

Boom~

The floor tiles on the floor and the Japanese's head were smashed together. The warriors were shocked on the spot, and the eyes of the man holding a mace were different.

It doesn't matter if it's just a strong man with strength. After all, the Japanese are good at using samurai swords, and the biggest advantage of samurai swords is their agility, so it's very easy to deal with people with simple minds and well-developed limbs.

But the man in front of him is different. His body is full of murderous aura. He has to kill many people to have such aura. If he doesn't have two brushes in his hand, these Japanese would not believe it.

If it was just a big man, it didn't matter. After all, there were many Japanese devils, and there were more than a dozen, but at this moment, five or six people came out of the Internet in groups of three or three.

These people were holding various weapons in their hands. The person who was leading the way looked a little fat, and he was holding a hijab in his hand, looking a little cynical.

A group of warriors slowly retreated because they felt the murderous aura on these people, but there was no way. The strong man behind them blocked their way.

The two Japanese looked at each other, and soon two Japanese with samurai swords rushed towards the strong man. The two samurai swords passed by parallel, but were split by the strong man with a mace. The arms of the two Japanese were numb.

Before he could do the next move, the strong man took out a steel pipe from somewhere and smashed it at one of the Japanese in the head.

The Japanese warrior's head exploded like a watermelon on the spot, and his eyes flew far away. This should be the legendary death without any eyes closed.

Yes, my eyes flew out, and I saw a ghost when I could close my eyes.

The other Japanese rushed up directly to the strong man for close combat, but what he didn't expect was that the strong man was amazing. He held a mace in one hand and a steel pipe in the other. The two of them fought seven or eight times. Finally, the strong man smashed the Japanese's head with a mace, as if he was not satisfied, so he smashed the Japanese's legs again...

Fighting is a very satisfying thing, especially when a few people beat the majority. The fat man likes to do such things the most, and waves the hijab in his hand and rushes up.

As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch stronger, the Japanese samurai sword was cut off with one knife on the spot, and then chopped off most of the Japanese shoulders and heads. The Japanese scattered blood and their bodies were broken on the spot.

At this time, another woman with a very clever dress appeared. Her figure was very well-proportioned, especially her strong long legs, which was really...

Gu Jing also came with Li Feng. She was holding a knife in her hand, but this woman was not good at using the knife. Her legs were his biggest weapon, and even steel sheets were welded on the soles of her feet.

You can imagine what it would be like to kick the watermelon with one kick? Gu Jing is currently doing the same thing to the Japanese head.

For masters like Gu Jing, it is no different from having a knife in his hand, and it is a matter of how many feet left and right.

The little fat man didn't know how many knife he had cut. Anyway, the Japanese in front of him still didn't cut him to death. At this time, the little fat man found that the Japanese were wearing armor and the inner armor welded with steel plates. No wonder he broke a gap in his machete.

“Avenge the machete.”

The fat man couldn't help but shout, Gu Jing, who was standing beside him, almost staggered and fell down. Can't he say some passionate words? He had to make such a laugh.

The final scene was that the ground was full of the corpses of the Japanese, and most of them were cut by the fat man with a knife. The Japanese was short and the ridge in his hand was huge. It was normal to split it with one knife. As for whether the Japanese's soul could return to China, it was not what she should consider.

The guy Ma Laosan didn't do anything from beginning to end, but just moved his mouth secretly, and the yin energy on his body was particularly heavy.

Finally, he brought a few young men out. The students looked at the group of people in front of him with trembling fear. The little fat man immediately stood up... Well, there was no horse, but these were not the most important. The blood on his knife kept dripping down, almost scaring the group of young people.

"Do you have other companions who are being chased?"

Students: “Uh…”
Chapter completed!