Since I was a special force, I started to counterattack

Chapter 295 Butcher Knife
When the ghosts and the others returned to the wooden house, Lei Yan's left arm had recovered. Since the upgrade, the regeneration ability of the unicorn arm has become more powerful, and the speed is more than twice as fast as before. Lei Yan even thought that if he reached level [-], other The regenerative ability may be able to reach the level of instant repair. At that time, my body may not be defined by flesh and blood.

Not all of Death's subordinates came back, only five people followed them, and everyone was bloodstained, and their clothes were also damaged. It seemed that the battle was quite fierce. Since the other people did not show up, they must have died in the battle .

The Grim Reaper still looked expressionless, and the death of his comrades in battle didn't seem to have touched him much, perhaps because he was used to life and death, death was just a common occurrence for him, and he was used to sadness, so he didn't feel pain anymore.

Back in the wooden house, the Grim Reaper and the ghost glanced at Lei Yan at the same time, then their eyes fell on the white fox, but they just paused for a while, without saying anything, they walked aside to rest.

Both of them noticed that Lei Yan's rope had been untied, and there were only Baihu and the others in the room. Obviously, Baihu had untied the rope, but since Lei Yan didn't escape, there was no need to pursue anything, and there was no need to go again. Bind him, if he wants to escape, he is already two kilometers away at this moment.

"It's all resolved?" Baihu asked softly, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

"No one was left alive, a total of 28 killers." Seeing that the god of death did not respond, the ghost said lightly.

"That's good, I don't think anyone will come tonight." The white fox gently wiped the soiled clothes and said to himself.

"That's their luck, otherwise they will die as many as they come." Another expert said suddenly standing at the door. This guy spoke for the first time. His voice was calm and powerful, but it carried a smell of blood and an unconcealable arrogance.

The few people didn't speak any more, and the room fell into silence. After a long time, perhaps feeling too depressed, the master suddenly got up and walked in front of the god of death, looking at him with burning eyes.

"I'm going to challenge you, right here."

The god of death raised his eyelids, just glanced at him indifferently, and then began to close his eyes and meditate again, as if he hadn't heard, turning a deaf ear to his challenge.

"Are you afraid?" The guy took a step forward, as if full of anticipation for the god of death.

"Go and rest, there is still a long way to go tomorrow." The god of death did not open his eyes, but said a word lightly.

"Don't put on an inscrutable look in front of me. I lost to you last time, but it doesn't mean that I will lose to you forever. Stand up, and I'm going to be number one on the killer list." The man raised his finger Looking at the god of death, his tone was full of provocation.

"You can take it if you want it. From today onwards, you will be number one." The god of death still didn't open his eyes, the more disdainful he was, the more his fighting spirit was aroused.

"I don't care about the reputation that I give up, I want to take it with my own hands." As soon as the words fell, the guy flicked his wrist, and a dagger shot out from his cuff, and went straight to the face of death.

The god of death seemed to be in meditation, still motionless, letting the short sword stab at his eyebrows, when the tip of the sword was only two millimeters away from the skin, the guy suddenly reached out to hold the hilt, the short sword stopped instantly, and the strong murderous aura forced However, from the beginning to the end, the god of death didn't even move his eyelids.

"Would you rather die than fight with me?" The guy couldn't hold back his face, a ball of anger was aroused in his heart, the tip of his sword shook, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if burning a ball of flame, he roared extremely angrily.

"Tu Dao, why don't you understand even today? The list of killers means nothing to us. To a killer, living is the most important thing. I'm not your training partner. I don't have time to play with you. If you insist on If you fight, then you must win the second-ranked white fox first, and you will be eligible to challenge me if you beat her, or one day you choose to put down the butcher knife, at that time, I may have a hearty fight with you."

The god of death persuaded others to put down the butcher's knife. It sounded very strange, but when you think about it carefully, what the god of death said made sense. There is a limit to killing people. As a human being, in his current state, he was no match for Death at all.

The so-called letting go of the butcher's knife refers to an epiphany. The butcher's obsession with martial arts is too deep, and it goes deep into the bone marrow. Putting down the butcher's knife means letting go of his obsession. Only in this way can he make progress and be qualified to fight against the god of death. It's a pity that now Not to mention letting go of the current situation, he even became more obsessed, and the fighting spirit exuding from his whole body showed that he couldn't control his emotions at all.

"I can't wait that long, I'm going to fight you today." As soon as the words fell, the butcher knife suddenly swung the dagger, and slashed horizontally at the throat of the god of death.

This time he didn't stop his movements. In order to force the god of death to attack, his sword went straight to the throat. If the god of death didn't dodge, he would die.

However, the God of Reaper seemed to be dozing off, leaning back slightly, and the blade slashed against the skin again. Although the sword energy was strong, it failed to hurt even a single hair of the God of Reaper.

Lei Yan, who was watching this scene from the side, smiled lightly and pouted his lips. From this move, he could see that the butcher knife was by no means an opponent of Death God, but the gap was not that big. Then, in a duel between masters, the difference between the slightest loss and the difference between the winner and the loser was often close. Decide on a little detail.

"Today I will force you to take action!" Butcher Dao roared angrily, the dagger twirled in the palm of his hand, and with his back behind his back, he punched Death God's chest with his left hand, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

There was a muffled sound, and the fist of the butcher's knife hit the palm of the god of death. He raised his hand to block the attack of the butcher's knife, and finally stood up in desperation.

"Why don't you challenge the white fox?" Reaper asked suspiciously, the white fox is ranked ahead of him, even if you want to fight one-on-one, you should go to the white fox.

"Fighting with a woman is not a martial art!" As the butcher knife said, he took a step with his left foot, and kicked the knee of the god of death with his right foot, which is a vulnerable position of the human body. Even if it continues, don't even think about standing up in a short time.

The god of death drew back slightly with his feet together, narrowly dodging the kick, then turned his wrist to clasp the left hand of the butcher's knife, gently pulled it, and sent it back. This seemingly simple movement made the butcher's knife back three steps in a row. Almost lost my footing.

The two distanced themselves, and the god of death finally opened his eyes, looked at the murderous butcher knife in front of him, and said, "If you keep this mentality, I'm afraid you won't make any progress."

"I don't need to improve, I can still beat you." After finishing speaking, the butcher knife swung his knife upward.

Reaper raised his leg and kicked. No one could see the movement of Reaper clearly, but his body trembled, and the butcher knife flew out.

(End of this chapter)