Peerless War God in City

The guard still hesitated. He summoned up his courage, raised his head and said to Luo Xiang, "young master, for the sake of safety, I think it's still..."

"can't you understand my words?"

Hearing this, Luo Xiang immediately turned around and took a look at the man. His originally handsome face suddenly became incomparably cold and sharp. His eyes condensed into a triangle like a snake and a scorpion. Inside, there was a twinkling of cold light.

The guard saw it.

Suddenly scared to kneel on the ground, static if cold cicada, like a waste dog.

"My subordinates are talkative, my subordinates are talkative..."

LUO Xiang gave the man a hard blow and then turned to point to him. The young man said coldly:

"remember, I want to live!"

Dare, in his wedding day, come out to look for mold, if not a good treat, Luo Xiang, how can be reconciled.

He doesn't care who ye fan is.

It's not fierce.

He was thinking about how to torture him later, to make people wail and cry, and regret to fight against him.

"Yes

For, Luo Xiang's habits, the surrounding guards, but very clear, suddenly, they took the army dagger, also toward the youth surrounded in the past.

Suddenly, surrounded by the number of young people, and hundreds more!

"Take it down!"

With a cold drink from Luo Xiang.

Almost all of the guards went towards the young Ye Fan.

Fierce, like a huge wave!

But the youth's face, is just the same, still calm.

There's no tension at all.

His heart, has long been unconscious!

His right foot, mercilessly on the head of the man who just fell down, stepped on it, pulled out the knife inserted into his chest, and then jumped forward.

Towards the crowd.

It was when he was carrying the knife.

A knife awn several meters long, just like a white magic dragon, rises from the sky.

Horizontal knife immediately!

The mountain falls and splits.

The sharp knife awn, just like the meat grinder, splits the human body.

Like tofu, no obstacle!

There was no sound.

It's effortless.

Three seconds later.

The white light flashed out.

The point of the knife is bleeding.

Rhododendron survived.

One after another of the bodies, slowly falling.

Head by head, arm by arm, foot by foot.

Cut neatly.

Some people, lucky not to die, but, the great pain, let them like in purgatory, crazy struggle of the same spirit, hysterical, wailing.

This bloody scene.

Looking at the alley when those people, scared, can not help but nausea, vomiting.

Everyone's face, with a trace of pale color.

Before, also point out the country, comment on them, at this moment, unwilling to send a comment.

A sense of suffocation haunted them and made them feel heavy even when they gasped.

As if...

the next second.

The young man's knife will fall on them!

"Too... His death is terrible. Who is this young man? He is only fifteen or six years old. Why is he so fierce?"

"Why is his knife so fast?"

"Why is his heart so cold?"

"This knife goes down, but dozens of people, each of them, is a living life. How can he handle it?"

"His eyes are so indifferent, just like these people, they are not people at all. He is not killing people, but killing animals."

What on earth did he go through to become so cold-blooded?

Around the people, the heart of doubt, in the heart, extremely anxious cry.