America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 51 Do not repair enemy skills, only kill people
Chen Jianqiu, who jumped in the air, was light but deadly, like a bullet piercing into the crowd
His knife slashed down in the air, and a bearded man who was walking in the front was cut open with a single knife, rolling and crying on the ground covering his face.

The second knife came right after, this time it was aimed at the neck of a person behind, and that person quickly raised the stick in his hand to parry.

The knife changed from chopping to slashing in mid-air, and swung it out flat. The neck of the unlucky guy next to him was cut open, and he couldn't survive.

Chen Jianqiu's body does not cultivate enemy skills, but only kills people.

When the two swords saw blood, Chen Jianqiu also fell to the ground, and the crowd could not help but take two steps back, forming an arc, surrounding the Chinese at the center of the arc.

"He is alone, we go together, as long as we get close to him, there is nothing he can do." Someone said.

The leading Irishman with an ax roared and rushed forward first.

Chen Jianqiu was quick with his sword, sideways to avoid the attacking ax, and wiped the knife with his right hand from bottom to top. In an instant, the Irishman's hand holding the ax broke off at the wrist and fell to the ground.

The Irishman fell to his knees clutching his broken wrist, and felt a sudden cool breeze on the back of his neck.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and came to his side and rear, the saber in his left hand came down from top to bottom, and he slashed down with his backhand.

Heads fall.

At this time, the crowd had already gathered around, and the people stimulated by the blood lost their minds.

Single sword depends on hand, double sword depends on walking.

With the knife and ax close to him, Chen Jianqiu wrapped his single knife around his neck, and swung the other knife away, protecting his whole body completely for a while.

He was like a flying swallow, walking like a swimming dragon, wandering among the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to fight back, or slapping, or chopping, or teasing, or chopping, and there were screams from the crowd.

A fish that slipped through the net bent down and sneaked in, trying to take the opportunity to hug Chen Jianqiu's legs, but Chen Jianqiu, who had eyesight and "legs" quickly, looked straight at him.

He raised his foot, exerted all his strength, and kicked the man's chin.

The man was kicked so that he turned over and was on his back, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Everyone saw that for a while, they couldn't do anything about this Chinese man, and some people around the fringes had other thoughts.

They gave up on Chen Jianqiu and rushed directly towards the group of Chinese behind.

The martial artists were scolded by Chen Jianqiu before, and they were ashamed for a while, they didn't dare to retreat, but they didn't dare to move forward either.At this time, he was holding a stick to protect the unarmed old, weak, sick and disabled behind him.

Seeing that the enemies who were several times his own had abandoned Chen Jianqiu and rushed towards them, they all clenched their sticks tightly with both hands.

"Ah!" The leading martial artist roared angrily, as if to embolden himself and the people behind him.

However, a figure flashed behind the group of people rushing towards them.

Chen Jianqiu turned around and strode forward. After a few steps, he caught up with a strong man in front, chopped him down with one knife, and kicked another one over at the same time.

But that meant he turned his back on the enemy.

An ax followed behind him, and it was about to hit Chen Jianqiu in the back.

"clang!"

The white man holding the ax suddenly felt a jerk in his arms, his palms went numb, and the ax fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Chen Jianqiu's knife had already turned behind him, and the ax fell on the knife.

Vibrate the knife!

The blade was useless, so Chen Jianqiu abandoned the knife and subconsciously pulled out the revolver at his waist, only to find that his own revolver had been thrown upstairs in Wanfu Building.

He caught a glimpse of the ax that had fallen on the ground, stepped on the ground, picked up the ax, and threw it at the white man behind him.

The white man couldn't dodge in time, and the ax "planted" him in the face head-on.

Blood spilled from both sides of the ax blade and dripped to the ground, and the white man fell on his back.

At this time, the entrance of Chinatown was already scarlet everywhere, and Chen Jianqiu's whole body was also splattered with blood, like a red Satan who stepped out of hell.

"Ah!!" The martial artists at the back summoned up their courage. Chen Jianqiu killed the enemy alone in the front, but he was timid here. Can this be considered an individual?

"Fight them back!" With a loud shout, everyone raised their sticks and rushed up in formation with the martial arts hall as a unit, mingling with the group of thugs.

The Irish people's front could no longer hold up. They were originally some hooligans, most of whom were brave and ruthless.

What's more, my original intention was to make a fortune, not to die. This Chinese man used vicious means to kill all the brave people who rushed to the front. thought.

Ireland began to retreat, but Chen Jianqiu didn't seem to want to let it go. He simply took off his shirt, changed his two knives into a single knives, chased after him, and cut anyone he saw.

These Irish people now hate their parents for not giving them two more legs, and no one dares to look back.

Suddenly, Chen Jianqiu stopped, because he saw the shadows of people and horses moving on the other side of the long street.

The Denver policemen should have been transferred to the west of the city by themselves at this moment, and the ones who could appear here should be the mounted police who happened to stay in Denver.

He turned his head and quickly ran to the group of martial artists.

This group of martial artists is still celebrating their victory, and this victory is truly elated for them.

But Chen Jianqiu looked solemn, patted their arms, and pointed to the women and children: "Take them and go quickly. There is a small village in the south of the city, and there are Chinese people in it. You can go there for the time being."

At this time, these martial artists were all aroused. A middle-aged martial artist stood up, holding a saber in his hand, and said loudly:
"I'll stay and fight back with you."

"We will also fight against the enemy with you! Fight against the enemy!" The crowd shouted, and the crowd was passionate for a while.

Chen Jianqiu snatched the knife from his hand, and said coldly: "Hurry up, what do you guys use to defeat the enemy, catch bullets with your head?"

"But..." The middle-aged man didn't know what to say.

But Chen Jianqiu had already turned around and ignored him.

Just leave them a back.

Standing with a knife in one hand, his upper body is bare, and half of his body is soaked in blood. The midday sun above his head shines on his body, reflecting bloody light.

At this moment, he is like a knife by his side.

"Go." The man gritted his teeth, and led a group of people to run towards the south.

It's not that Chen Jianqiu doesn't want to leave, nor does he want someone to help him. If he leaves now, the gang of policemen on horseback will catch up to them all in a short time; He is not the opponent of the gang of mounted policemen at all, and the end is nothing more than to disperse as soon as he rushes, and a volley of volleys is shot to death.

As for myself.

The matter has come to this point, if it is really bloody to death, so what's the matter.

What's more, the scourge has lived for thousands of years, and he is not so easy to die.

Chen Jianqiu smiled, wiped the blood off his face, and walked into a two-story building next to Chinatown...

(End of this chapter)