Xiao Feng was always very sensitive to murderous aura. He did not hesitate. The dragon-patterned dagger that was originally jumping and rotating in his hand, mixed with strong wind, stabbed towards the rear.

With a "bang", the dragon-patterned dagger collided with a thick-blade steel knife, splashing out a spark.

Xiao Feng took advantage of the situation and took a step back and looked at the other party: "Who are you?"

"Shao Family," a strong man in black was holding a thick-blade steel knife about one and a half meters long in his hand, with a gap in the blade.

Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and found that he was a master of the Shao family. He actually came out of the layers of encirclement and came here. It seemed that his strength was not weak.

The strong man in black raised the steel knife in his hand, swept through the gap in the sharp blade, and surprised flashed in his eyes, blurting out: "What a sharp dagger," he said, staring at the dragon-patterned dagger, revealing a hint of greed.

"Haha, when you cut off your head, you will find it sharper," Xiao Feng sneered a few times, feeling unhappy. This bastard actually wanted to hit him with a dragon pattern dagger.

"Is that right? When I came, the head of the family told me to take off your head," the strong man in black tightened the steel knife in his hand, pointing directly at Xiao Feng.

"High limbs and simple minds," Xiao Feng shook his head, slowly pulled out the death-seeking gun from his back, pointing directly at the strong man in black: "Do you think you can get faster than my bullet?"

"You can try it," the strong man in black was not afraid at all, his legs bent slightly, ready to accumulate strength to snatch out.

Since the other party asked to try it, Xiao Feng didn't understand what it means to be polite. He pulled the trigger directly, and a special bullet whistled out, blocking the whole body of the strong man in black.

"Roar," the strong man in black roared when he saw Xiao Feng shoot, and his shoulders swayed, and his whole body pounced on him like a lion, and a steel knife in his hand was pulled out of a flower.

"Idiot," Xiao Feng looked at the movements of the strong man in black and uttered two words gently.

With a "bang", the bullet hit the steel knife. There was almost no accident. The strong man in black was blown away directly, and half of his body was broken.

The strong man in black fell to the ground, still not dead, and screamed miserably: "You..."

"It's not my business, you asked me to try it," Xiao Feng shrugged and leisurely put away the Deadly Soul-Chasing Gun.

The Deadly Soul-Chasing Gun, the Deadly Soul-Chasing Gun, is a perfect shot. Not to mention the strong man in black, even the most advanced masters, even those who die under this gun are not fifty or thirty.

It can be said that this gun is specially prepared for experts. From guns to bullets, they are all specially made, and are no less powerful than a small rocket launcher. Otherwise, how can it be called "Deadly Chasing Souls".

The strong man in black died with hatred. Xiao Feng withdrew his gaze from him. He dared to hit the dragon-patterned dagger and was looking for death. Has this guy never heard a word? No matter how high his skills are, he is afraid of a kitchen knife. No matter how fast the kitchen knife is, he is not as good as a bullet.

‘Swoosh’, a Japanese man saw Xiao Feng alone and thought there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, so a Shuriken flew over.

Xiao Feng's body shook and disappeared from the spot. At the same time, the dragon pattern dagger in his hand flew out roaring and running straight to the Japanese man who was moving his hand.

The dragon-patterned dagger was as dark as ink, and it was difficult to detect it at night. When the Japanese discovered it, it was too late. The dragon-patterned dagger penetrated into his heart and penetrated it from his back, which showed how powerful it was.

"Is the Sun Wolf Group this kind of guy?" Xiao Feng was a little disappointed and took back the dragon pattern dagger.

Xiao Feng was about to join the battle circle, but there was a burst of pain in his ribs. He shook his head and stopped participating. He found a darker corner, sat down and started watching the show.

After some observation, Xiao Feng found that the Sun Wolf group was not weak. Not to mention anything else, the Japanese who fought against the Demon Sword were no less than the Demon Sword. The two were equally matched.

The sword of the demon sword is famous for its destruction, and only lightning can compete with him. His soft knife flew up and down, and the cold light flashed, which was extremely dazzling.

The narrow and sharp knife in the Japanese hands was also very fast. Although it was temporarily passive, it was not at a disadvantage. It can be seen that the Sun Wolf Group is not a fool, but is truly powerful.

Looking further away, Brutal Zhan and Wolf Yi fought fiercely. Both of them had different degrees of color. Brutal Zhan wore a pair of fists and had already broken Wolf Yi's short sword. However, this short sword also cut a blood groove on his body.

Xiao Feng touched his pocket, took out a cigarette, and threw it into his mouth, but it did not ignite it. He turned his eyes to the hill again. At this time, the hill was covered with blood, but most of the Japanese were blood.

Shanqiu pinched iron chains as thick as wrists with both hands. Every time he swung it, he made a harsh whistling sound, which brought great pressure to people.

"Be careful of the hills," Xiao Feng, beside his cold eyes, suddenly noticed that several Japanese people took out a hidden weapon at the same time and shot their heads towards the hills.

"Roar," Shanqiu roared angrily. It was almost impossible for his huge body to avoid so many hidden weapons. The iron chain in his hand slashed the heads of two Japanese people, and blood splattered up, which was particularly terrifying.

At the same time, Xiao Feng also arrived, and a dragon-patterned dagger cut off their throats while the Japanese were unprepared. He turned around and saw that the hill swayed and sat on the ground.

"Hill, how are you?" Xiao Feng walked quickly towards the hill.

"Damn it, it's poisonous," the wounded place of the hill was already black and purple, and began to spread and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Zero, use your dagger," Shankun said gritting his teeth by pressing his injured thigh.

Xiao Feng handed the dragon pattern dagger to the hill, then walked towards a Japanese man, and began to flip over him.

"Ah," Shanqiao let out a cry of pain. Xiao Feng turned his head and saw Shanqiao cut off a piece of flesh as big as his palm from his thigh, and blood gushed out.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, flirted around, but couldn't find any antidote, so he could only return to the hill: "There is no antidote,"

"It's nothing, it's bleeding," Shanqiu shook his head, returned the dragon-patterned dagger to Xiao Feng, enduring the pain, shaking to stand up.

"What are you going to do?"

"Find a bullet to stop bleeding,"

Xiao Feng was silent. On the battlefield, he used this method to stop bleeding more than once, but that kind of pain was really not something that humans could suffer. He was about to look for bullets when he suddenly remembered something: "I have medicine here, sprinkle a little," and said that, he took out a bottle of medicine and threw it to the hill.

Shanqiao didn't ask what it was, sat on the ground, opened the bottle cap, and poured the powder inside on the wound. Soon the blood stopped, making him dazed.

"So easy to use," the hill smacked his tongue.

"Haha, it was given to me by an old Chinese doctor," Xiao Feng thought of Nangong Jishi, thinking in his mind when it would take a large batch of development.

Shanqiao was careless and injured, his face full of annoyance: "Damn, little Japanese will be foolish," and said, grabbing the body of a Japanese man next to him and smashing it hard towards the guardrail.

‘Pa’, the Japanese man’s head hit the guardrail, and another ball of blood mist splattered, bloody and pungent.

"Hill, how about these Japanese people, how about the people from the Blue Lion Mercenary Group?" Xiao Feng looked at the thing that was coming out of the Japanese and his mouth twitched.

"powerful,"

"They are better at assassination," Xiao Feng fiddled with some gadgets. If he wasn't mistaken, there would be poisonous on it.

"A ninja again,"

"There are ninjas inside, but not all," Xiao Feng grabbed a Shuriken and shot Lengzi at the Japanese closest to him.

With a "puff", Shuriken penetrated from his back and soon fell to the ground and died.

"Everyone is careful about their hidden weapons," Xiao Feng shouted, reminding the members who were afraid of the wind.

Xiao Feng could see that in terms of individual combat effectiveness, the Sun Wolf group was not as good as the members of the Flying Wind, but with these vicious hidden weapons, it is not certain who will die in the end.

"Kill Xiao Feng (Ri)," Lang Yi, who was fighting fiercely with the fierce battle, gave the order fiercely.

"Your Madam Cao," Xiao Feng was amused and crying when he heard Lang Yi's order. Why did he stare at me and keep going?

Soon, several Japanese shot out hidden weapons and forced their original opponent to retreat, and rushed towards Xiao Feng regardless of everything, giving him a headache.

"Hill, don't be stubborn," Xiao Feng threw down a sentence, instead of retreating, and went to kill several Japanese.

Shanqiu looked at Xiao Feng's back, gritted his teeth, and stood up from the ground. Shanqiu knew that Xiao Feng had left on purpose and that he was the target. If he stayed here, it would increase his danger.

"Hill, aren't you dead?" The crab walked over with a huge wrench.

"Cao, I'm not so easy to die. Go and protect Zero, he has injuries," Shanqiu said gasping on the guardrail.

The crab glanced a few times, nodded, took a handful of ak47 from his back, and threw two magazines at random: "Boy, keep yourself safe, don't be killed by the little Japanese, otherwise I really look down on you,"

The hill grabbed ak47 and its huge body shook: "Crab, thank you,"

"Thank you, you're dead, who will accompany me to practice boxing? Haha, you can't use the iron chain on your body, please untie it. I'll use it for a while, and I can't find a suitable guy in this broken place," Crab grinned and carried the big wrench on her shoulder.

Shanqiu nodded, untied the iron chain wrapped around his upper body, and handed it to the crab: "Be careful, your life is mine, I am still going to kill you and advance,"

"Grass," the crab raised a middle finger, carried a thick iron chain, waved its exaggerated arms, and rushed towards Xiao Feng.

"Hey, hill, hurt," Maitreya, covered in blood, also grinned.

"Get out," Shanmue roared angrily.

"You said, if I kill you now, will I advance?" Maitreya was smiling and playing with a few balls in his hand.

The hill shook its neck: "You can try it,"

"Damn it, I haven't settled the old accounts on the truck just now," Maitreya said, throwing a few balls over: "Save them, if you don't like them, just smash them over and blow them to death,"

The hill took it: "I don't like you,"
Chapter completed!