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The blade inserted in Zhang Feng's lower abdomen was about to be pulled out, and Zhang Feng would be seriously injured by then.
At this moment, Wang Xiaojuan, who was weakly lying behind him, got the strength from nowhere and rushed up from the ground, holding the samurai sword fiercely with both hands.
The blade instantly cut through Wang Xiaojuan's palm and got stuck in the bones of her palm.
Blood overflowed from the palm and dripped from the tip of the sword, and the speed of drawing the katana was suddenly slowed down. Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Feng suddenly raised his kick and kicked the enemy's lower body hard.
The man's key parts suffered a devastating blow, and he immediately let go of the katana, howling and falling to the ground, rolling around with his hands covering his crotch.
Wang Xiaojuan was also freed. She slowly let go of the blade she was holding in her hands and hung it by her side. There were bloody cuts in her two palms that could be seen deep in the bone, and she couldn't stop trembling.
Blood kept dripping from the fingers to the ground, tick tick tick...
Zhang Feng's waist was also bent down, with a samurai sword inserted through his lower abdomen, with a sad smile on his face.
Slowly turning his head to look at Wang Xiaojuan, he showed a sad smile and said: "How is it? It seems that we are both going to die here today. Do you feel very honored to die with me?"
Wang Xiaojuan didn't expect Zhang Feng to be able to joke under such circumstances, but she didn't have the intention to argue with him anymore, so she nodded, with an unsightly smile on her face, and said, "Well, it's an honor!"
"Hahaha, it would be nice if you grew up to be prettier. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, if you can have a beautiful woman by your side on the road to hell, your journey in this world will not be in vain." Zhang Feng said with a smile.
Wang Xiaojuan couldn't help but roll her eyes. This Zhang Feng was really outspoken, and he didn't forget to attack his appearance at the critical moment of life and death.
After teasing Wang Xiaojuan, Zhang Feng turned his head again and stared at the enemy in front of him.
He is now at the end of his strength. The painful injuries have caused his body's physical strength to disappear long ago. Now he can only stand where he is just by relying on his fierce strength!
Grinning miserably, Zhang Feng stretched out his little finger to make signs in front of his face, and then tapped the ground.
The man with the mustache looked a little ugly. In his heart, the other party should kneel down and beg for mercy right now. Zhang Feng's performance was exactly what he expected
On the contrary, the more serious the injury to his body, the crazier he became.
"Catch them two and keep them alive!" he said coldly.
Seven or eight men holding samurai swords roared towards Zhang Feng again, and in the midst of their roars, a roar of engines suddenly sounded.
Zhang Feng's ears twitched slightly. Hearing the roar, he looked to the side out of the corner of his eye and saw an old pickup truck roaring over.
The restless sound of this engine is unique to modified engines.
At this moment, the miniature earphones in Wang Xiaojuan's ears also rang. It was the message from 01 intelligence personnel lurking in Japan.
An uncontrollable smile appeared on her face, and she quickly got behind Zhang Feng and whispered: "The intelligence personnel received the news that we were under attack and came over in advance to respond."
Zhang Feng nodded slightly. It seemed that the pickup truck should be the intelligence personnel coming to pick him up.
After estimating the speed of the pickup truck and then confirming the enemy rushing in front, Zhang Feng didn't have any relaxed expression on his face, because the one who arrived first was not the rescue but the charging enemy.
Licking his dry lips that smelled of blood, he said softly: "Slowly back away now!"
Although she didn't know why she was asked to retreat, Wang Xiaojuan did not refute, dragging her scarred body back slowly.
At this time, the enemy had already rushed in front of Zhang Feng, raising his samurai sword high and slashing down with a roar.
Zhang Feng's eyebrows had already stood up. He knew in his heart that if he wanted to drag the pickup truck of the intelligence department to rescue him, he must resist the enemies in front of him and survive their samurai swords, otherwise he would become a corpse. corpse.
His current injury prevents him from making any big or drastic movements, so he can only fight for his life and trade his injuries for lives.
Try to avoid the vital points and let the position of the torso receive the blade, while the knife in the hand flashes with cold light, harvesting life.
Kick and kick, Zhang Feng took three steps back, staggered and almost fell. Stand up straight, knowing in your heart that once you fall down, you will never have the chance to stand up again.
There were several more wounds on the body, and the blood flowing out had completely dyed the clothes on his body blood red.
The truck rushing over also attracted Xiao Hu.
Attracting the young man's attention, his expression changed drastically and he suddenly roared.
The Japanese men who were entangled with Zhang Feng became even more crazy. The samurai swords in their hands flashed with cold light, and they even stopped holding on to them, which meant that they no longer wanted to stay alive.
"Hahaha!"
Zhang Feng looked up to the sky and roared. He knew that he would not be able to leave today, but there was no sadness in his heart.
In an instant, a beautiful image flashed in my heart. The laughter ended, but a beautiful smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. I would have no regrets in my life if I could meet her.
He clenched his hands into fists and slowly opened them. Looking at the enemy rushing in front of him, he waved his hands suddenly, and the four knives in his mouth flew away.
His life was almost gone, and the knife in his mouth flew away.
The four enemies were all struck with a knife between their eyebrows, which penetrated deep into their skulls and killed them instantly.
The other two enemies stabbed forward with samurai swords. Zhang Feng did not retreat but advanced directly.
Phew!
A katana penetrated the abdomen and stabbed out from the back. Another katana penetrated directly through the center of the heart.
"Hahaha!" Crazy laughter burst out of Zhang Feng's mouth again.
With a ferocious expression and a crazy laugh, he looked like a madman. He shot out both fists, roaring, and directly hit the Adam's apple of the two enemies.
The huge force directly broke their necks, and their bodies flew upside down like kites with broken strings. Blood arrows spurted out of their mouths. They fell to the ground and twitched twice before becoming unresponsive.
However, Zhang Feng could no longer hold on and staggered to the ground.
Hitting one knee on the ground, she turned her head slightly and looked at Wang Xiaojuan, who was standing ten meters behind her. Her face was already covered with crystal tears.
She took steps and dragged her scarred body to run over. Zhang Feng shook his head slightly, his lips moved but he made no sound.
But Wang Xiaojuan understood what he said: "Don't come over, stay alive!"
Zhang Feng knew that because of his injuries, even the King of Heaven might not be able to save him. It would be in vain for her to come here, and she might even lose her life.
The pickup truck rushed to Wang Xiaojuan's side, opened the door, put a pair of hands on her waist and pulled her into the car, then started roaring and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, a Japanese enemy ran over and slapped Zhang Feng on the cheek.