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"You can't help but say it's a blessing to be able to kill you Japanese people on the land of Japan!"
Zhang Feng said calmly, with a smile still on his lips. It doesn't matter if I live or die, I will naturally smile at everything!
The palms are slightly spread, and two oral blades are clamped between the fingers of both hands.
Wang Xiaojuan, who was seriously injured and weak behind him, prevented him from moving at will. He could only stand here and wait for the opponent to rush over.
Wang Xiaojuan's expression was slightly moved. She wanted to ask Zhang Feng to kill her, and then escape or let go and fight with him.
But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back. He didn't know how many times he said such words, but he was always rejected sternly by Zhang Feng. Now if I say it again, the result is still the same. Rather than speaking out to disturb Zhang Feng's mind, it would be better to keep his mouth shut.
The distance of ten meters was just a few breaths, and a dozen Japanese men holding samurai swords rushed in front of Zhang Feng.
One after another, the samurai swords went straight towards Zhang Feng's body, the corners of his eyes, throat, heart, lower abdomen, knees, and ankles. Every cold and sharp blade went straight towards Zhang Feng's vital points.
"kill!"
Zhang Feng's mouth suddenly roared, and his hands directly met the sharp samurai sword.
Just as he watched the palm and the katana come into contact with each other, Zhang Feng's arm and palm seemed to be twisting weakly and bonelessly through the gaps between the blades.
Uh uh uh…
The three Japanese men who rushed at the front were all stunned, with painful expressions on their faces, and their necks had bloody gashes, the skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and blood was splashing everywhere.
Zhang Feng's head and face were stained red with blood, and with the smile on his lips, he looked more and more ferocious.
The katana fell on his arms and body almost the next moment. All Zhang Feng could do was twist his body to avoid the vital points.
Even so, there were cuts on both arms and chest, the skin and flesh were torn open, and blood splattered everywhere.
The blade is so deep that you can even see the bone!
Pedal.
Zhang Feng took two more steps back, kicked the soles of his back feet violently on the ground, and endured the pain to prevent himself from retreating. Because Wang Xiaojuan is behind him, there is no way out!
He lowered his head to look at the hideous wounds on his body, but there was no pain on his face. On the contrary, his expression became more and more crazy.
From childhood to adulthood, the most indispensable thing in Zhang Feng's character is the courage to die together, because people who have nothing to begin with will lose something even if they lose again. A worthless life? He has never cared about it. Killing one person is enough to earn money. Killing two people to earn one is a bold statement for others. For Zhang Feng, it is the madness hidden deep in his bones!
Behind her, Wang Xiaojuan bit her lip tightly, even biting it, and blood overflowed, turning her lips bloody red.
Her eyes were a little sour, as if some liquid was about to flow out. Wang Xiaojuan didn't know how many years she had shed tears, as if tears never belonged to a woman like her who didn't regard herself as a woman. Now he is still holding on to it.
In her eyes, this figure was not considered strong and broad but was extremely tall and needed to be looked up at.
Her fingers were already on the watch on her wrist, and she was ready to insert the neurotoxin-laden needle into her body.
At this moment, Zhang Feng turned his head, his lips still slightly raised with a smile, but this smile looked a bit miserable.
He said calmly: "If you commit suicide now, do you think you're worthy of what I've done? Are you worthy of yourself? Giving up so easily without a real life-or-death situation?"
"Oh, I really don't want to drag you down anymore." Wang Xiaojuan sighed and said slightly emotionally.
"Fuck you." Zhang Feng said unceremoniously: "If you didn't want to implicate me, you should have killed yourself early. Now that you have reached this stage, you are saying that you don't want to implicate me? I tell you Wang Xiaojuan, you Your life now does not belong to you, and you cannot die without my permission."
The tears swirling in his eyes could no longer be held back, and they began to drip down. She slowly lowered her raised wrist and nodded.
Zhang Feng turned his head again when he saw her like this.
He faced the enemy standing in front of him coldly, and three dead corpses fell at his feet.
The blood flowing out of his body had gathered at his feet, but it still flowed uncontrollably from the wound and gathered there. Because of the severe pain and blood loss, his face was slightly pale but his face was
The blood splattered on his body was hidden from view, like a ghost from the underworld.
The man with the mustache had a contemptuous sneer on his lips. To him, this opponent was at the end of his strength and no longer posed any threat.
Shaking his head slightly, he leaned his body against the car, wanting to watch this wonderful show to the end.
To him, the death of his subordinates was of no concern at all, but what he really cared about was the life and death of his opponent. A living prisoner is far more valuable than a dead corpse.
"Kill!" Zhang Feng roared from his mouth.
The Japanese men holding samurai swords in front of them also rushed forward. The samurai swords in their hands were attacked at precise angles, either chopping, slashing, stabbing, or provoking...
Zhang Feng picked up the katana in the corpse's hand with his toes and held it in his palm.
It is different from the Japanese swordsman who holds the sword with both hands. Instead, he holds the handle of the sword in his hand and the tip of the sword hangs on the ground.
Because the Japanese people were naturally weak and wanted to use the sword to exert greater power, they held the sword with both hands. The Chinese sword rule is that most people hold the sword with one hand. As long as they have enough strength, one hand can be more flexible and can free the other hand.
Dang rang, ding rang, ding rang.
The blades connected, sparks flew everywhere, and Zhang Feng's left hand suddenly struck out. The knife in his mouth held between his fingers was pointed like a sword. It ran as fast as thunder and directly inserted into the throat of the enemy in front of him.
Zhang Feng's movements did not stop at all, he inserted it into his throat, turned his fingers ninety degrees, and while harvesting life, he suddenly cut across his neck, directly cutting half of his neck open without slowing down, and scratched the cheek of the enemy next to him.
The entire cheek was planed open from left to right, and the gums were exposed red. If they were lost, the fluid and blood in the mouth merged together to form saliva flowing down.
At this moment, a blade passed through the gap between the two enemies' bodies and stabbed directly into Zhang Feng's lower abdomen.
"Ah!" Even Zhang Feng couldn't help but let out a miserable roar.
The sharp blade penetrated directly from the lower abdomen and stabbed out from the back, with his blood on the cold tip!
Because of the pain, Zhang Feng's expression became more ferocious, and at this moment, the blade was about to be pulled out quickly. As long as it was pulled out, the wound would open and blood would flow out unbridled.