The arrogance of the city

Chapter 456 Forgive Your Life
In martial arts, or fantasy novels, there are many characters who can defeat a hundred with one or even a thousand with one.

But Zhou Hao always scoffed at this.

In his opinion, there is definitely a limit to the potential of the human body, and this upper limit is not too high.Don't say that one person is worth an army, if one can fight ten, in modern society, I'm afraid it is already a remarkable existence.

Of course, the ten fingers are not those wine bags and rice bags and weak idiots.

Just like the number one master in their hall.

Zhou Hao once passed the limit of Menghe in the school test. At most, one person singled out fourteen players in the hall. If there is one more player, Menghe will lose, and he will lose very quickly.

But at this moment, around him, there are more than 40 brothers who dare to fight and fight hard, and there is also the brave Meng He. Can the other party be able to turn the sky upside down by himself?

Seeing the opponent single-handedly, Zhou Hao was completely relieved, took a step back, and said in a deep voice: "Go!"

These are not those low-ranking hooligans, the ink marks may not start fighting for a long time, before Zhou Hao finished speaking, Meng He suddenly took a step forward, and at the same time, took the machete from a brother beside him, and took the lead. The incoming person rushed over.

He holds a knife in one hand, roaring with momentum, he is indeed a fierce general.

In the silent night.

Shouting and killing.

These Hutang men were unwilling to be left behind, they tightened their sharp blades, and rushed towards the same target like a pack of wolves.

The light of the knife rolled over, almost covering the moonlight.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would probably pee out of fright.

Zhou Hao stood in front of the villa, squinting his eyes, as if he had seen the end of the other party being hacked to death, with a deep sneer on his face.

But before his smile fully expanded, it quickly froze on his face.

All I saw was that the figure faced an opponent dozens of times his own, but he didn't panic. Because the distance was too far and the night was dark, Zhou Hao couldn't see the opponent's expression clearly, but what he could clearly see was , The opponent is like a duckweed, no matter how the waves of swords roll, his figure sways ups and downs under the light of the swords, but never overturns.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Meng He, who personally participated in the battle, has a deep understanding.

He is very confident in the speed of his sword. In the whole Tiger Hall, his sword skills are second to none, but now he has made eight or nine swords, and he firmly believes that he can knock the opponent to the ground every time. But in the end, he didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

As time went by, the strange feeling in his heart became more and more intense.

He felt that the figure in front of him was not like a person, but like a ghost without substance.

"Hack him to death for me!"

Meng He swung his knife and roared, forcing himself to suppress the weird feeling in his heart, "If you hit a knife, you will be rewarded 100 yuan, and if you kill yourself, you will be rewarded [-] million yuan!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

Outside the villa, the murderous aura grew stronger.

The complexions of the dozens of men suddenly became excited and ferocious, and the speed of swinging their knives became faster and more fierce.

But it's a pity that their bravery looks really thrilling visually, but it doesn't achieve the actual effect.

The figure who was dodging and moving under the heavy siege as if he had escaped the gravity of the earth suddenly leaned back, dodging a ray of saber light, his upper body formed a parallel angle with the ground. After hesitating, he lifted the knife and slashed towards his neck, obviously wanting to cut him in two.

The man who came here alone on the moon did not panic, he raised his arm in an instant, and pointed his index finger to the opponent's wrist.

With a seemingly light finger, that Kong Wu's powerful Hutang man felt as if he had been hit hard, his face turned pale, and he felt that his entire right arm was instantly paralyzed and out of control.

The heavy machete lost control, slipped from his hand, and was firmly held by the man.

His eyes were still dull and gloomy, his body turned around, and he dodged another knife. At the same time, the machete in his hand spun like a windmill.

The wind was fierce.

Blood spattered one after another, arms were cut off and thrown into the air, accompanied by hoarse screams.

Next, Zhou Hao finally understood why Gan Ji died tragically in his manor, which was heavily guarded.

More than 40 brave players, in front of this person, are like chickens and dogs, powerless to fight back. From the perspective of Zhou Hao's outsider, it looks like a butcher in a slaughterhouse killing chickens and pigs generally.

The blood splashed with the light of the knife, and the screams were endless. The ground was full of broken bodies, with hands, heads, legs, and even half of the body was cut off in the middle, but they did not die, dragging out the intestines Crawling desperately on the ground.

living hell.

A real hell on earth.

Zhou Hao thought his heart was hard enough, but at this moment, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

It seemed that the scene had calmed down in just a blink of an eye. Meng He, whose face was covered with blood, looked at the man who was walking towards him step by step with a knife, his lips were trembling, and he no longer had the bravery of taking the lead before. There was undisguised fear in the eyes that used to be fierce.

He was not injured, and the blood on his face was not his own, but he had lost the courage to continue to fight.

This man is simply not human. He kills people, as if he is just killing chickens.

It seems that in his eyes, these people lying on the ground are not his kind at all.

"You, who are you..."

Meng He swallowed, forced himself to suppress the urge to turn around and run, barely maintaining the last bit of dignity.

But the other party didn't answer him, the blade rubbed against the ground and made an ear-piercing sound, and then a round of blade light was sharp and dazzling, piercing the night!
"Zheng..."

A clear sound of metal collision suddenly sounded. Although he had lost the courage to fight, the inertia formed by years of life and death made Meng He subconsciously raise his knife to block when facing danger.

But it's like a mantis holding a cart.

The two knives collided, and his knees were directly smashed to the ground, and the knives in his hands fell from his hands because of the exhaustion.

"Clang..."

The machete flicked on the ground.

Meng He's body was split directly from the middle of the head, like chopping wood, split in two with a knife.

The horror and bloodiness of the scene is hard to describe in words.

After the knife chopped Menghe to death, it even cut into the ground for more than an inch, which shows how terrifying its strength is.

The man who caused all this still didn't change his expression, even his eyes didn't fluctuate, let go of the knife handle, and walked towards Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao's face was as pale as paper, as if he saw a fierce ghost, his eyes fluctuated violently, and he couldn't control it any longer. And know how hard it is.

"Forgive me..."

(End of this chapter)