Martial Arts Super Slap System

Chapter 177 There is no force here, but there is force!
"Get lost! My nickname was also asked by you hot chicks? I lay on the ground, washed my neck, and waited! Hahaha!."

Ye Xiuwen laughed out loud. It was as if there was no force here, but Ye Xiuwen's force was once again popular!
"Nima?"

Shisan Dao has seen someone who pretends to be coercive, but he hasn't. If he is so good at pretending, if he can't say a word, this will force people to death?

"What the hell, don't care who he is, let me cut him off first!"

Ye Xiuwen's coercion made Shisan Dao so angry that he wanted to bite Ye Xiuwen to death!And that group of swordsmen is even more of a common enemy, but they have more than 600 people!
"Yes! Kill him and let him pretend!"

"Kill him and avenge the dead brother!"

"Kill!"

Shicai's scene seemed to be repeated again, each swordsman charged towards Ye Xiuwen like crazy demons.

This is the swordsman, who not only kills like hemp, but also puts life and death aside!
"puff!."

The head fell to the ground, and the fierce swordsman slashed at him, but the result was not as fast as Ye Xiuwen's sword. He just passed by, and his head fell off.

The machete in his hand was still waving, and the cavity that had lost its head was still spurting blood.

But maybe, he doesn't know that he is dead, or maybe this is the continuation of the human soul, and he is still waving that sharp blade in his hand, killing far away!
At this moment, the whole scene is horrifying.But those swordsmen didn't care at all, because they killed too many people, whether they were old people, children, or even women, they had killed them all.

They only have money in their eyes, and they have long since lost their humanity or faith.

They only know that if they don't kill people, they will have no money and will starve to death!
But these humble souls don't want to die, and they even want to become that kind of top swordsman.

This is a yearning!
Because I don’t know when, this has become the only reason for all swordsmen to live: killing people, becoming a top swordsman, and then killing more powerful people, becoming a top swordsman!
This kind of humble idea seems ridiculous, but in this Northwest, a culture that only swordsmen can understand!
Kill enemies and even friends in front of you!And if you can't kill him, or her, then kill yourself!
"Poof! Poof!."

Ye Xiuwen fulfilled them, gifted these soulless bodies, and set foot on the road of death again.

This is also the culture of swordsmen. Many swordsmen believe that there will be such a road, which is the place they should go after death.

That is a gray avenue that only swordsmen can walk. Where will they hold their blades and continue to fight until they become real top swordsmen!
And if they still have any beliefs, then this gray track is their belief!
"Poof! Poof!."

The crazy slashing was still going on, and it was still going on, even though Ye Xiuwen was a little numb from the killing!

A person is shaking in front of you, and as long as you find the gap between them and draw your sword, one or even a dozen heads will fall!

The head fell, and the bright red blood, the long sword he had brought, sprayed out like splashed ink.

That kind of splashing is disgusting, and even people's eyes are already red!
"snort!."

All of a sudden, a cold nasal sound passed through Ye Xiuwen's mind, and the twenty or so swordsmen were forcibly separated, and a vigorous figure fell in front of him in an instant.

That was a swordsman in the early stage of Qichang, he should be a figure at the level of deputy chief helmsman.

A hideous scar was drawn across the gloomy face!The scar was horizontal, cutting across the bridge of his nose, and less than half an inch below the eyes!

This knife was very dangerous, and Ye Xiuwen could see it very clearly.

Because in the next moment, the long sword in Ye Xiuwen's hand had already pierced through the opponent's body, and the distance between the two of them was only less than three inches.

But I didn't want this guy to be too vicious. Even after his heart was pierced, he still swung his knife and slashed at Ye Xiuwen's chest.

The muscles in the wound clamped Ye Xiuwen's Suxue long sword. Ye Xiuwen wanted to draw the sword, but was blocked!

At this moment, Ye Xiuwen understood that the swordsman on the opposite side had already made up his mind to die when he drew his sword, and used this desperate move!

This is a ruthless person, Ye Xiuwen finally saw it, but he disdains it.

Because those who fight fiercely will not end well in the end, but the kind of people who judge the situation and live longer!
"Humph!"

Ye Xiuwen showed a cruel smile, stepped back, the sword stirred, and directly opened a big hole in the chest of the swordsman, and drew out his own long sword.

"Pfft! You're going to die,."

When he was dying, the swordsman left a sentence, and what he said was right.

Because at this moment, he would be far more than the only one who slashed and killed Ye Xiuwen, and he used his wounded muscles to clamp Ye Xiuwen's long sword, and he had already bought time.

A dozen or so swordsmen attacked Ye Xiuwen from behind, and with such ruthlessness, anyone could see that they wanted Ye Xiuwen's life.

At this moment, the whole picture is still, revisiting the moment when Ye Xiuwen's group of enemies surrounded him!
Ye Xiuwen drew out his sword, and the swordsman at the early stage of Qi training slowly fell down!

His body tilted, and the swordsman behind him stomped hard and stepped on his foot.

There were more than [-] people who jumped over, and with a big movement, they raised the machete in their hands!

They opened their mouths wide, as if they were about to shout, but at this moment, time froze because Ye Xiuwen reacted.

Shi Cai, in order to draw his sword smoothly, leaned back slightly, and at this moment, the swordsman behind him arrived.

There were more than [-] of them, all wielding machetes, and they seemed to be closer to Ye Xiuwen than the swordsmen in front of them, the blades were no more than three feet away from the top of Ye Xiuwen's head!

At this moment, Ye Xiuwen fell into a passive position. He only had one sword in his hand, and no matter whether he used this sword to defend against the swordsman in front of him or the swordsman behind him, there was no doubt that it would only lead to death!
"Humph!"

All the swordsmen showed a sneer, and accelerated the falling speed of the machetes in their hands!And then, there was a sound, the sound of a sharp knife piercing through the body.

That sound is creepy, like a sharp blade, tearing wantonly, rags, broken leather,
(End of this chapter)