Shout … Suck … Shout … Raindrops fell from the black nose and dripped to the ground.
"Tick-tock-"a drop.
"Drop-"
Out of the knife "brush-brush-"number of silent long knives chopped neatly and tore the dense rain curtain, pulling out a crisp echo in the air.
All over the sky knife shadow cut from all sides to the surrounded two people blocked a corner that might dodge.
Master Yi is still holding his sword in an independent posture. Rain is about to drip from the tip of his sword, and the poor knife rings above his head.
Seeing that it was chopped into paste, the fastest knife was about to touch Master Yi’s weird helmet-
"Psst-"The wind sounded in every black dress person’s ear. Before they could react, a emerald light flashed through the gap where they were brandishing a knife.
The knife fell nothing, there was no blood spattering, there were no residual limbs on the ground, there was a blade behind, and it was ugly.
Master Yi, who should be dismembered by disorderly knives, is standing outside the crowd at the moment. Until now, the rain of his sword is mixed with a ray of blood dripping from the tip of the sword.
Tick-tock
"Plump-"Just now, more than 20 people were brushed by that emerald light and fell to the cold ground without humming.
And that stayed where it was, and after several blades passed through Sun Wu and left a sharp smile, it dissipated in the air.
It was not until this moment that those black-clad swordsmen reacted quickly and tried to form a new formation, but they heard a loud roar, "Eat an old one! Ah-"
A sharp roar appeared in vain from the rain curtain, and a bronze giant stick stood in front of him like a dragon into the sea. More than ten people fell to the ground, and those black swordsmen made a crisp explosion like being hit by a thousand-pound boulder, and then hit the ground straight, leaving a slight crack on the dilapidated stone road.
The castration of the dragon continues, and everyone who gets in the way will die.
Sun Wu killed the rise and turned the brass club around with his hands all the way, stepping on a strange pace, rushing left and right, suddenly leaping up and spitting out the polluted air, and the whole person rushed into the war circle with a fierce attitude of one night.
Those men in black with knives are no match for Sun Wu. He can be called a tiger into the flock with a huge stick everywhere.
Master Yi has never done anything except a sword, but he is persistent and looks at the whole killing and repairing field with a sword.
Looking at Sun Wuru into the human environment, watching him sweep * * will kill everyone with a stick.
Half an hour later, there was no man in black alive, and blood was flowing and the rain was washing through the whole street.
300 people are dead.
Blood splashed all over Sun Wu’s body, and a little rain rushed to his armor, but it was too thick to wash away. Sun Wu simply tore the whole armor, and the rain became tighter and tighter. Sun Wu opened his red eyes and held him high, covered with blood, and the brass club roared like a beast. His fluffy body was exposed to blood in the air, like a world-saving shura.
Is there a demon or a Buddha this night?
Master Yi didn’t dissuade Sun Wu, who was vaguely possessed. He stepped in the previous step and then rushed forward like a madman. He also screamed like a beast like Sun Wu, so he was already possessed at the moment.
Be sure to drain the last drop of blood tonight
"Kill-"The word Master Yi says that determination is better than coldness.
The word "kill" means no more murder. It isolates the raindrops in the whole sky and rushes into the dark crowd like a emerald sword.
The first sword cuts across the sword like a knife cutting butter.
Master Yi stood sideways at the end of the long street, and blood kept falling from the tip of the sword, mixed with rain and instantly accumulated into a pool of blood.
All the men in black have no fear at all, but they have aroused the wildness in their veins because of the killing of Master Yi. No one thunders, but their blades are sharper, faster and more decisive.
Master Yi is standing sideways waiting for those malicious and complete blades to cut himself.
Then he smiled sullenly, and the smile echoed far away in the whole strip.
"Rest in peace-"Master Yi holds the sword handle in both hands and the blade reflects his strange emerald helmet.
The rain splashed down the sword like a dragon.
Master Jianyi walked like a stroll with his eyes closed. He dodged every murder and slid the blade across everyone’s throat. What he remembered in his mind was the hometown of Ionia, which had flowers and sunshine, beautiful girls and kind old people.
But they’re all dead, so go to hell, too
"It’s really sad." Master Yi came to the other end of the strip again and gently played his emerald blade, which sounded like a string and echoed in his ears.
"Flop-"It is dozens of people, but no one can touch Master Yi’s skirts.
The remaining men in black continued to charge silently until the last man wait for a while looked at all the dead comrades. He didn’t step back. His eyes hidden in the dark robe showed a trace of sadness. Then he raised his knife and shouted "Long live Knox"
Master Yi looked at the man who stumbled and rushed. His voice was still immature, maybe he was a child, but he was still so brave and afraid of the charge.
Master Yi, the "Warrior", waved his sword without hesitation and his eyes were calm.
The young head flies in the rain for a moment.
"It’s a pity" that Master Yi stepped over his body and moved on.
Sun Wu, who has calmed down, shook his head and followed Master Yi with a look on his face without any slack.
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Master Yi walked step by step in the long street full of acid rain. Instead of charging, he walked slowly like a walk.
The silent Texas assassination team continued to charge like a suicide, but no one could touch Master Yi even a hair. Everyone who was ten yards near Master Yi would be cut in two with a sword.
Even barely escaped the malicious and complete a chop will be followed by Sun Wu a stick to smash into paste.
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