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Chapter 4 Beheading
Breathe, keep breathing!

With a sweep, Wang Xuan was forced to drive away a few gangsters rushing over with knives. The continuous flow of blood and fierce fighting caused Wang Xuan to lose a lot of his physical strength.

"Ow!!"

Wang Xuan let out a roar, held the knife in both hands, and turned around suddenly, the light of the knife flashed across the night sky like lightning.

"Crack!"

He slashed heavily on the neck of the gangster behind him!
There was a deep unwillingness in the eyes full of horror.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the slowly falling corpse, and the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.

This is not being stabbed to death with a few knives, it doesn't look so scary!
This is beheading!

After entering the modern society, I am infinitely far away from everyone's beheading!

The beheading that can only happen in film and television dramas!
Wang Xuan carelessly wiped the blood on his face.

"Uh uh uh uh..."

A low, hoarse and gloomy laugh reminded him that blood was still dripping from Wang Xuan's hair, and his face was so stained that he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of blood was spat on the ground by Wang Xuan, and the Japanese saber in his hand was stuck on the ground. His cold eyes swept over the group of punks surrounding him. There was madness in the hollow, and the frightened punks involuntarily took a step back. , slightly spread out the encirclement circle.

"Come on! Aren't you going to kill me? Fuck, Lord Yan doesn't even dare to accept me, you bunch of dogs~ mothers still want my life, let's see how many lives you have to pay me!!" Wang Xuan took a step forward , pointing at the punks around him with a knife in one hand, roaring hoarsely.

Captured by his aura, the gangsters took a few steps back in fright again, and a strange encirclement circle appeared on the chaotic street. Standing in the middle of the circle, Wang Xuan held a knife in one hand, his body was covered with purple-black dry blood, mixed with With the bright red blood flowing down from his head, he looked dirty and terrifying.

"Get out of the way, Lao Tzu, there are so many people who can't do it alone, you are a bunch of trash!"

A loud voice remembered, and the gangsters around were obviously relieved.

The crowd parted, and a guy with a height of about 1.7 meters and a dark skin came out.

This person is slightly thin, but looks very strong, with an arrogant and domineering face, a pair of long and narrow eyes flashing a faint cold light, and a long and thick machete in his hand. hand.

Looking at the obviously specially-made knife, Wang Xuan's heart turned cold and his pupils shrank, and his crazy brain gradually cooled down. Looking at the attitudes of the gangsters around him, Wang Xuan knew that this person was a tough guy, hard to mess with!
The man came to the circle, looked at the two corpses and several severed arms on the ground, especially the guy whose half head had been cut off, let out a breath, and subconsciously tightened the hand holding the knife He stared at Wang Xuan who was like a blood gourd.

"Hong Yi Society, Ghost, Dong Xingzai, sign up for a name!"

"Bah!" Wang Xuan spat out the blood foam in his mouth, he must have watched too many TV dramas!Those who talk too much are villains, you won't survive a chapter in my novel!
Slowly, he raised the saber in his hand and clenched it tightly with both hands.

Gritting his teeth, he suddenly sped up and slashed down fiercely.

"Sneak attack!"

You Ghost held the knife in his right hand and threw it out. After all, it was one-handed, and suddenly he didn't use all his strength. He only felt a numbness in his arm and a pain in his tiger's mouth. If it wasn't for the anti-falling gauntlet, the knife would have flown out.

"mom……"

Before he could utter a word of curse, Wang Xuan's second strike had already arrived, and You Gui had no time to distract himself, so he immediately swung the machete in his hand to block it with all his strength.

After slashing with all his strength seven or eight times in a row, Wang Xuan immediately felt that he was out of strength, and his movements obviously slowed down. When he slashed again, Wang Xuan took two steps back and stopped, panting heavily.

Seeing that Wang Xuan's saber had weakened, You Gui secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately shook his numb arm.

I was caught off guard just now, which completely put myself at a disadvantage. While secretly hating the other party's despicable sneak attack, I was also a little scared. If I hadn't been experienced in many battles, I might not have survived safely just now.

At this moment, grabbing the opponent's tired body, You Gui slashed at Wang Xuan without hesitation.

Relying on the length of the sword, Wang Xuan was able to barely resist at first, but later on he found that he couldn't keep up with the ghost's rhythm. If this continues, he must hang here!
Heartbroken, he didn't care about the long knife that the opponent chopped, and the sword ran towards You Ghost's head and chopped it off, as if a life was exchanged for another life. The scared Ghost quickly retreated to block with the knife.

In this way, he barely persisted for a few more rounds. Wang Xuan felt that he was about to lose his strength. He took the time to glance around. The punks on both sides were still entangled with each other. It would be impossible to tell the winner for a while, waiting for them to rescue him , Grass on the grave is a foot long!

Oh shit!

I can't be like this anymore, I must find a way!

People have to rely on themselves at all times!

"choke!"

After parrying the machete again, Wang Xuan staggered and took two steps back, his body was shaking and he couldn't even stand still.

Looking at the weak Wang Xuan, You Gui showed a sinister smile on his face, stepped forward and slashed down fiercely, Wang Xuan could barely raise his left arm to block it.

"Zila!"

The matter was completely beyond You Ghost's imagination. He didn't cut off the opponent's arm cleanly and neatly, but instead embedded the machete in the opponent's left arm.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed in front of his eyes, and his right arm suddenly felt cold.

You Ghost looked down and saw that his right arm had been broken from the elbow, and blood gushed out like money.

He stared blankly at his broken arm, and then at the other part that was still holding the handle of the knife embedded in the opponent's arm. His eyes were full of disbelief, and he took a few steps back and unconsciously muttered He said: "This... this is impossible, this is impossible!"

He habitually raised his severed arm and pointed at Wang Xuan, screaming mournfully: "You are deceitful, you are despicable!"

Shaking off the machete on his left arm, the corners of Wang Xuan's mouth twitched in pain, he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from shouting, pointed the saber at the ghost, and walked slowly but firmly.

Panic flashed on the face of the ghost holding his broken arm tightly, and he shouted in a hurried voice: "Wait, I admit defeat, you won, I admit defeat, and now lead people back immediately, and withdraw from the arena from now on. How about a horse!?"

Wang Xuan looked at the one-meter-long saber in his hand, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's okay to let you down a size!"

"Thank you!" You Gui obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't dare to hope to retrieve his severed arm, and turned around to leave.

(End of this chapter)