Prison lock mad dragon 4: flying dragon in the sky

Chapter 84 Conquering the South (14)

At the same time, San Bixisen and Wang Yihu, who had been watching the battle situation on the stage, became more and more ugly. Unexpectedly, the manpower of hundreds of people could not keep only a dozen people.

"A bunch of trash! (English)" St. Bixisen yelled angrily, and then he clapped his hands quickly, and the Black Eagle Gang fighters who surrounded Xiao Tian and others immediately dispersed slowly, but they were still staring vigilantly. Xiao Tian and others.

Under Wang Yihu's signal, the Caucasian swordsmen temporarily lined up on both sides, staring at Xiao Tian and the others with lingering fear in their hearts.

Xiao Tian and the others were covered in blood, holding a handful of gleaming blood-red military thorns and leaning against each other, gasping for breath, obviously exhausted from the fight just now.

"Not bad, it's been able to last until now!" San Bixisen walked down slowly, clapping his hands while laughing.

Xiao Tian's eyes were bright, and he glanced coldly at the blond Russian. He was sure in his heart that it must be this group of Russians who encouraged Wang Yihu to betray him this time. Wang Yihu is certainly hateful, but this group of Russians is even more hateful.

"Pretty calm, yes, no wonder the boss insists on your head?" San Bixisen nodded appreciatively, and signaled the ten gold medalists around him to make a move, while he focused on the changes in the field.

Seeing that the other party wanted to order, Wang Qi strode forward without waiting for Xiao Tian to speak, holding the law enforcement knife in his hand, and coldly snorted, "I'll do it!"

One of the gold medal fighters took a step forward, glanced at Wang Qi coldly, his eyes were full of disdain, he waved his hand and showed a knife, and said arrogantly, "Sign up to die!"

Wang Qi's English is not bad, and he can understand what the other party is saying. Seeing his arrogant attitude, he became angry and didn't answer. He stepped forward and stabbed him viciously.

The gold-medal thug was inattentive and broke out in a cold sweat from Wang Qi's sudden knife. While angry, he also swung the knife horizontally and took the back of Wang Qi's neck.

These ten gold-medal fighters were all masters trained by St. Bixisen himself. Naturally, their skills are first-class, but Wang Qi's quick knife has been practiced for many years.

The Russian gold medalist was more than enough. The two sides only fought less than ten moves. The Russian gold medalist was kicked away by Wang Qi suddenly, and his head was cut off by Wang Qi's backhand.

As soon as Gululu's bloody head fell to the ground, Wang Yihu and St. Bixisen were shocked one by one. On the contrary, all the brothers on Xiao Tian's side cheered in unison.

Useless thing, St. Bihisen cursed secretly, flashed a long knife, and flashed his figure.

Be careful Chico!All the brothers exclaimed, Wang Qi just turned around and was about to walk back to Xiao Tian, ​​when he suddenly felt the wind blowing behind him, before he could turn around, he used his backhand to touch the long knife, just right on the tip of the long knife, but Wang Qi I still felt a numbness in my wrist, so strong.

Wang Qi gritted his teeth, drew back the saber, and counterattacked back, jingling, a few crisp sounds, in an instant, Wang Qi attacked eight times, and St. Bixisen also defended eight times. His vigor weakened. Sen also understood the opponent's attack methods, and laughed loudly, "You are nothing more than that!"

Immediately, St. Bixisen started to counterattack. A long knife went straight to Wang Qi's waist and abdomen, like lightning, extremely fast. Even if Wang Qi was prepared, he was still swept to the corner of his clothes by the long knife, and then struck straight at Wang Qi. , cross-cutting, stabbing, and slashing, gusts of cold knife wind mixed with knife aura should come out.

(End of this chapter)