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Everyone was shocked. This Indian guy is too strong, right?

Because the man was surprised, he immediately made a full-scale attack gesture. He didn't believe that the seventeen elite soldiers could not solve the three people in front of him. Then he also brought a machete to Chu Tian. Chu Tian was even more puzzled, you, the leader, should be looking for the assassination target, why did he come to me?

Taking advantage of the enemy's rushing in, Chu Tian also smashed the table hard on the killer beside Feng Xuejun, reducing some pressure for her, and then facing the roaring man.

Nearly two meters away, a white and refined light flashed across the machete in the hand of the man. The meteor cut through the void like a moon and cut straight towards Chu Tian. Chu Tian smiled unanimously and rushed up quickly, like a flying eagle, which was beyond the expectations of the man. Chu Tian actually rushed to a bamboo.

The killing move that was used to slash the Han Dynasty with all its strength suddenly cut into the air, which gave him a sense of time and discomfort caused by not being able to use his strength. His body was even more unable to stop and stepped on the air. However, before he could adjust from his surprise, the change suddenly began. Chu Tian pushed the tree lightly, swelling in the air, and his head was lowered and his feet were on his feet.

The Minghong sword in his hand slashed over. Under the bright sun, a dazzling cold light flashed in. Seeing Chu Tian's downward movement, and being shaken by the reflection of the sharp blade, he thought that the bravery of the man did not dare to take over Chu Tian's slash in the air, so he had no choice but to dodge his edge and avoid his attack for the moment.

Unexpectedly, Chu Tian was able to turn halfway. As his body moved, Chu Tian followed with a sword, with a man and a sword. Although Chu Tian's strange moves caught the man off guard, he was not an ordinary person who could lead these killers. He rolled forward and avoided Chu Tian's attack.

Chu Tian secretly praised this guy, indeed, was strong.

Seeing Chu Tian bounced up from the ground, the great man seized the opportunity and stepped up in a staggered way. The machete slashed straight in the void, like a flying flow down from the sky, slashing towards Chu Tian’s face. This knife was actually caused by the great man’s suffocation. The strong wind whistled, and even the air around seemed to be swelling by this knife.

It also gave Chu Tian a sense of no way to dodge, and gave some joy to the man. In his opinion, no matter how tricky and weird Chu Tian was, he would have to retreat when he faced his sword. He had even thought that when Chu Tian retreated, the machete in his hand would attack like a river.

Chu Tian smiled meaningfully.

The embarrassing expression of Chu Tian's support and clumsy under the knife was unexpectedly protruding the sword in Chu Tian's hand, and with the crisp sounds that shook the valley, it was already blocking the long sword of the Great Han. In a daze, Chu Tian was already kicking the lower body of the Great Han.

Chu Tian's foot was so powerful that he staggered and fell a few steps back. At the same time, he kicked the machete on the ground and shot out quickly, so the man's pupils were zooming. But he knew that it was the moment of life and death. He forced himself to hold on and almost avoided the machete that was shooting at him. He took a breath and rushed towards Chu Tian again.

Chu Tian smiled helplessly. This guy was more powerful than he imagined. Although he was a little painful for the big man's legs, he was unabated. A few feet away from Chu Tian, ​​he shouted again for the big man. The machete in his hand rushed out faint white light, and the sword shadow was heavy, covering Chu Tian's figure.

"Clang"

The extremely clear gold and iron clash came again, and Chu Tian staggered and took two steps back.

Although the man felt uncomfortable, he had just hit Chu Tian hard, and he felt that an extremely rapid force came from Chu Tian's sword. From the tiger's mouth to his arm, he made him feel a numbness and the machete almost flew out of his hand. But when he saw Chu Tian being chopped back a few steps, he felt a sense of joy in his heart that could not be concealed.

No matter how powerful Chu Tian is, he will never be able to fight against veterans like him.

Because the great man naturally would not miss this opportunity, Qiang Zhen rushed forward again, and the white sword lights seemed to be able to swallow people, rolling straight towards Chu Tian without any obstacles. Just when he was full of joy, Chu Tian's sword was slanted in the face of the rising sun, and the reflected light suddenly pierced into his eyes.

His eyes closed slightly to adapt. At this moment, Chu Tian stabbed his chest without any tricks, and suddenly became shocked by the big man. He felt the feeling of fear for the first time. Chu Tian, ​​who had just stepped back, was obviously deliberately showing weakness, causing him to attack rashly, and then seized the opportunity to counterattack.

In fear, his body retreated with all his might. He hoped to be able to distance himself from Chu Tian in exchange for a chance to breathe, but Chu Tian was pressed against his body from beginning to end, and did not retreat more than ten meters. After his body was stabbed several times, his resistance suddenly disappeared a lot, and Chu Tian took the opportunity to slash out the deadly sword.

Blood splattered, falling on the grass with dazzling charm.

He finally fell down unwillingly for the man. The sword that stabbed into his abdomen made him know that he would die. But before closing his eyes, he still squeezed out a strange smile and uttered a few words with difficulty: "You think you won? Actually, it's just the beginning!"

Chu Tian felt inexplicably shocked.

At this time, the entire battlefield also became fierce. Except for two killers who entangled Feng Xuejun, the other ten people besieged Paer Wumang, and four or five corpses were lying on the ground. Because Chu Tian had the opportunity to deal with them personally, no other killers visited them.

Chu Tian sat on the ground and watched Parr Wumang's fierce battle. Although he had saved his life, Chu Tian had never seen him take action with his own eyes. He did not kill anyone in the only two bloody battles, because he had just finished playing the piano and touching the piano's hand would not dare to kill people, which would remind him of the woman he loved.

To be honest, these killers are very strong, but unfortunately they met Par Wumang.

His body movements are flowing, and his body posture is elegant and flawless. He stands out from the crowd of murderous sieges, but someone howls and falls to the ground in every move. Even in the decisive battle of life and death, he still exudes a sense of leisure, calmness, chic and lightness, which makes people pleasing to the eye.

Five minutes later, five or six more killers who besieged Parr Wumang fell down, but Feng Xuejun seemed exhausted. Chu Tian sighed softly, lifted the machete on the ground and walked over, and took two killers from Feng Xuejun's hand. The machete in his hand danced gently, and a sound of "bang bang" and "dangdang" was raised.

Chu Tian was as fast as a cheetah, and his movements were fierce, but his expression on his face was calm and calm. In less than half a minute, the two killers fell to the ground wailingly. In order to leave a few surviving questions, Chu Tian did not kill him, but just knocked their ribs with the back of a knife and dislocated their chins.

Feng Xuejunxiang was sweating profusely and gasped and said, "Boy, it's quite ruthless."

Chu Tian shrugged and said lightly: "Leave two live-ins and interrogate, Team Leader Feng, there should be poison in their teeth, get it out."

Feng Xuejun glanced coldly and stabbed them into their mouths with a machete to pick out their teeth. Sure enough, there were poisons. These bloody things on TV were unexpectedly used so widely in reality. Feng Xuejun bent down and handcuffed them, then stood up and looked around. When he saw corpses all over the ground, he said in surprise: "Are you killing people?"

Chu Tian exhaled a few breaths and smiled unanimously: "Can they kill people? Can we fight back?"

At this time, Pal Wumang held the killer's shoulder with a crack sound, and the shoulder and sternum shattered at the same time. The killer screamed and fell to the ground. Seeing that the situation was mostly composed of God, Feng Xuejun was stunned. She tried her best to fight but didn't pay attention. Now more than a dozen killers have died.

The remaining two killers saw many brothers falling down. With a shrill laughter, they suddenly flew up like ghosts and rushed towards Pal Wumang.

Before their people arrived, dozens of cold lights had already burst out.

Parr Wumang waved his right hand, and the cold light suddenly disappeared. At this moment, two killers rushed to him fiercely, stabbing Parr Wumang's chest with the machete left and right. The two swords were flying in the air, floating and strange, but when the white light flowed, they could not tell where their swords came from.

Chu Tian nodded, worthy of being a master.

But Parr Wumang's hand had already been grabbed.
Chapter completed!