The Super Special Forces King

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235.

"It's a blessing to be able to kill you Japanese people on the land of the Japanese nation!"

Zhang Feng said faintly, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, what about my life and death, I naturally smile at everything!

The palms were slightly spread out, and two mouth blades were sandwiched between the fingers of both hands.

Wang Xiaojuan, who was seriously injured and weak behind him, prevented him from moving at will, and could only stand here and wait for the opponent to rush over.

Wang Xiaojuan's expression was slightly moved. She wanted to ask Zhang Feng to kill herself, and then run away or let go of her hands and feet to fight the opponent.

But when the words reached the lips, he swallowed back abruptly. I didn't know how many times I had said this, but they were all rejected by Zhang Feng.Now speak again, the result is still the same.Instead of speaking out to disturb Zhang Feng's mind, it's better to shut your mouth honestly.

A distance of ten meters is just a few breaths, and dozens of Japanese men with samurai swords rushed in front of Zhang Feng.

A katana went straight to Zhang Feng's body, the corners of the eyes, throat, heart, lower abdomen, knees, ankles, every sharp blade went straight to Zhang Feng's vitals.

"kill!"

Zhang Feng's mouth suddenly roared, and his hands directly met the sharp katana.

As he watched the palm and the samurai sword touch each other, Zhang Feng's arm and palm seemed to be soft and boneless to twist through the gap where the blades intersect.

Uh uh uh……

The three Japanese men who rushed to the front all had their eyes blanked and their faces were painful, and their necks were all cut with bloody cuts, their skins and flesh spattered, and blood was splashing everywhere.

Zhang Feng's head and face were stained red with blood, and with the smile at the corner of his mouth, he appeared to be increasingly hideous.

The katana almost fell on his arm and body in the next moment, and all Zhang Feng could do was twist his body to avoid the point.

Even so, both arms and chest were cut out, with flesh spattered and blood splattered.

The blade is even more visible!

Pedaling.

Zhang Feng retreated two more steps, kicking the soles of his hind feet on the ground suddenly, enduring the pain so that he would not retreat.Because behind Wang Xiaojuan is Wang Xiaojuan, there is no retreat!

Looking down at the hideous wound on his body, there was no pain on his face. On the contrary, his expression became increasingly crazy.

From childhood to adulthood, what Zhang Feng's character lacked most was the courage to die together, because even if someone who had nothing else loses, what would he lose?A worthless rotten life?He never cared, killing one is enough, killing two to earn one, is bold rhetoric for others.For Zhang Feng, it is the madness hidden deep in his bones!

Behind him, Wang Xiaojuan bit her lip tightly, and even bit her lips. The blood overflowed and stained her lips with blood.

Her eyes were a little sour, as if some liquid was about to come out.Wang Xiaojuan didn't know how many years she hadn't shed tears again, as if her tears never belonged to a woman who didn't regard herself as a woman.But now I also endure it.

In her eyes, this is not a strong and broad back but it is extremely tall, and she needs to look up.

With her finger on the watch on her wrist, she was ready to pierce the poisonous needle with neurotoxin into her body.

At this moment, Zhang Feng turned his head, the corners of his lips still curled up with a smile, but the smile looked a bit painful.

Faintly he said: "If you commit suicide now, do you feel worthy of what I did? Worth you? Give up easily without real life and death?"

"Oh, I really don't want to drag you down anymore." Wang Xiaojuan sighed and said slightly emotional.

"Fuck your shit." Zhang Feng said unceremoniously: "If you don't want to hurt me, I should kill myself sooner. Now at this point, what do you say you don't want to hurt me? I tell you Wang Xiaojuan, you The life now does not belong to you, you are not allowed to die without my permission. Understand?"

The tears in the eye sockets could no longer be restrained, dripping.She slowly put down her raised wrist and nodded.

Zhang Feng turned his head again when he saw her like this.

Facing the enemy standing in front of him coldly, three dead, breathable corpses fell under his feet.

The blood flowing out of his body had already gathered under his feet, but it still couldn't stop flowing out of the wound and gathered.Because of the severe pain and blood loss, his face was slightly pale, but he was blocked by the blood splattered on his face, like a ghost in the underworld.

There was a sneer of contempt at the corner of the mustache man's mouth. For him, this opponent was already at the end of the war without any threat.

He shook his head slightly, leaned his body on the car body, and wanted to watch this wonderful show.

For him, the death of his subordinates is not at all painful, but what he really cares about is the life and death of this opponent.A living prisoner is far more valuable than a dead body.

"Kill!" Zhang Feng let out a roar in his mouth.

And the Japanese men holding the samurai sword in front of them also rushed up. The samurai sword in their hands was attacked at a precise angle, or hacked, chopped, stab, or picked...

Zhang Feng picked up the samurai sword in the hands of the corpse on the ground with his toes and held it in his palm.

Unlike the double-handed swords of the Japanese swordsmanship, the sword is held by the handle and the tip of the sword hangs on the ground.

Because the Japanese people are inherently weak and want to use the sword to exert greater power, they hold the sword in both hands.However, Huaxia's sword rule is that most of the swords are held in one hand. Under the premise of sufficient strength, one hand is more flexible and can free the other hand.

Clang, clang, clang.

The blades met, sparks splashed, and Zhang Feng's left hand suddenly attacked. The knife in the mouth between his fingers was like a sword, and it rushed like a thunder, directly inserted into the throat of the enemy in front of him.

However, Zhang Feng's movements did not stop in the slightest. He inserted his throat and turned his fingers ninety degrees. While harvesting his life, he cut across his neck abruptly, directly cutting his neck halfway open, and drawing on the cheeks of nearby enemies.

The entire cheek was cut open from left to right, and the gums were red and exposed. If they were lost, the fluid and blood in the mouth would converge into saliva and flow down.

At this moment, a blade penetrated through the gap between the bodies of the two enemies and pierced directly into Zhang Feng's lower abdomen.

"Ah!" Even Zhang Feng couldn't help letting out a painful low growl.

The sharp blade penetrated directly from the lower abdomen and pierced out from the back, with his blood on the sharp blade!

Because of the pain, Zhang Feng's expression became more and more ferocious, and at this moment, the blade was about to be pulled out quickly, as long as it was pulled out, the wound would open, and blood would flow out unscrupulously.