The middle-aged man licked the blood on the tip of the knife with his tongue, and couldn't help but look at Cheng Dajun. He must have had thousands of actual combat experiences to be able to remain so calm in such a tense moment. .
Then the middle-aged man licked the blood stains from the corner of his mouth again, and saw the blood stains on the knife with his own eyes.
The whole person hardly looked like begging for mercy, but was still sneering there, his voice was full of endless murderous intent, and the whole person looked even more sinister.
"I might as well tell you that our family has a secret elixir. Even if you hurt me today, I will still get better tomorrow, hahahaha..."
What the middle-aged man in Fusang said made Jiang Hai's eyes widen in disbelief, and his whole body was almost trembling. No matter what he said, he was also a disciple of the God of War, and he was also a person who had seen big scenes in China. He had never seen a drill with live ammunition, but now the brutality of this person made him feel a little perverted!
What's more, there is still the elixir he mentioned in the world, isn't it just like a magic medicine
Cheng Dajun didn't have any expression on his face, and said indifferently:
"You are courting death yourself!"
The next moment, at the ankle of the middle-aged man in Fusang, the saber slashed again, and the speed was also extremely fast, that is to say, during the whole fight, Chen Dajun hardly left the opponent with any chance to fight back.
"You have no chance!!"
Cheng Dajun's eyes were extremely cold, and his eyes were extremely terrifying. If the eyes of the middle-aged man in Fusang looked like a demon just now, then Cheng Dajun's eyes now are the ruler of the demon!
Ruthless, cold, pure and nothing else.
From the ankles of the middle-aged Fusang man, blood spurted out, instantly staining a large area of the ground red.
The strong smell of blood plunged an old military region like Jiang Hai into an incomparable horror.
At this moment, the Fusang man no longer had the arrogance and contempt he had before, and the devilish smile that was thinking that he could defeat Cheng Dajun with his feet just a second ago also disappeared.
But now, he never even dreamed that he would be reduced to such a fate before making a move.
As a Fusang native, he almost didn't see clearly how the opponent made a move, but he just felt a cold light passing by, and he had already become what he is now.
Cheng Dajun glanced coldly at the other man, but at this moment the man's legs were trembling, his heart was beating wildly, and he had even forgotten the frequency of his breathing...
The middle-aged man from Fusang is the most powerful warrior in his family, but now he is so vulnerable to the Chinese God of War.
Hearing the continuous screams of the middle-aged man, Cheng Dajun's face was extremely ferocious like a wild beast, and he kicked the middle-aged man in Fusang directly.
"Shua..."
The thunderbolt sword is like a glimpse of the lake...
The middle-aged man wanted to dodge in mid-air, but it was too late!
Cheng Dajun's speed is really too fast! !
The speed of lightning and flint made the middle-aged man in Fusang not even feel any pain when he died, and he didn't have time to make any sound.
The blood spurting from the mouth kept flowing, silently flowing on the ground...