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As soon as the researcher turned his head, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
It's not that this researcher is timid, but Zhang Feng's appearance at the moment is really scary, as if he had just walked from the set of a horror movie and hadn't had time to take off his makeup.
His entire face was completely deformed and he looked inhuman. The most frightening thing was that his body was completely stained red with blood, and there were still intestines and fragmentary human organs hanging on it.
Zhang Feng's head was smashed to pieces by the white bear's blow and punch.
He knew very well in his heart that if he had not stabbed the white bear to death with his saber at that time, the final result would have been that his head would have been blown open by the white bear.
His head was dizzy, his whole thinking was confused, and his eyes were blocked, making his vision blurry.
Gradually he calmed down and slowly got up from the ground. Unexpectedly, a person sat on the ground in shock.
The lips that were swollen like two sausages grinned with a mocking and disdainful smile, but it caused bursts of sharp pain from the wound.
He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the knife stuck in his shoulder.
The blood arrow suddenly shot out, and Zhang Feng gasped in pain again.
In his heart, he once again greeted the already dead female of Bai Xiong's family. What the hell, she actually used the sacrificial knife, a move that could kill an enemy by a thousand and damage herself by eight hundred. However, Zhang Feng also admired Bai Xiong in his heart. In such a declining situation, he almost killed himself, or died with him, by relying on this life-threatening fighting style.
The overall shape of the knife is more like a Nepalese dog-leg knife, but it is more narrow and long, which makes up for the shortcomings of the Nepalese military knife that are not conducive to picking stabs.
It feels heavy and has a hefty feel, which shows that the metal used must be very rare.
Dancing gently, with a whirring sound in the air.
"What a knife!" Zhang Feng sighed in his heart.
If he had faced White Bear and had this sword replaced the fighting saber in his hand, his winning rate would have increased by at least 20%.
Thinking of White Bear's skills with a knife, Zhang Feng could only chuckle.
The ancestor of cold weapons is China! The use of knives in other countries has been more or less influenced by ancient China, but what these countries can learn is only the superficial knowledge and not the essence at all.
"A good knife can only be effective if it is in the hands of a good knife user!"
Zhang Feng clutched the knife and turned his eyes to the researcher who fell on the ground.
The latter's back felt cold when Zhang Feng saw him, and he wanted to stand up and run away, but his legs were so frightened that he couldn't stand up at all.
He crawled forward in panic and fear, just wanting to stay away from this devil.
Zhang Feng walked slowly behind him, and the knife in his hand drew an arc, sharp and fast.
The researcher's half-propped body suddenly froze motionless, his eyes staring with pain and fear.
In the blink of an eye, blood gurgled down his neck like a flood from a wound.
Not just one spot on the neck, but fine blood gushed out from all around the neck!
Zhang Feng held the knife and walked step by step towards the place where the general was hiding.
Just as he took a few steps, the supporting body finally fell to the ground.
Gululu.
A whole head fell