Soldier King's Love Affairs In City

3The corner of Tang Xuan's mouth curled up into a smile. He saw that fly-cutter had rushed out of his hand before he could grab hold of his wrist, and a cold light shot straight towards the Battle-Maniac's ribs.     1

    

"This is bad!" The Battle-Maniac's face turned pale with fright. He wanted to dodge to the side, but at such a close distance, if he wanted to avoid Tang Xuan's fly-cutter, it would be wishful thinking.    

    

"Sssii!" With a sound, the fly-cutter flew past his ribs, cutting his camouflage clothes and leaving a deep wound on his ribs.    

    

"I'll kill you!" Seeing that he was injured, the war maniac roared in rage. Ignoring the wound below his ribs, he grabbed Tang Zheng's wrist with one hand and raised his sharp Nepalese Army knife with the other.    

    

Upon seeing this, the members with broken blades were overjoyed. This was because the Battle-Maniac's hand had locked onto Tang Zheng's wrist. Even if he wanted to escape, he would have to let go of the Battle-Maniac's wrist first.    

    

The Nepalese Army knife brought with it the sound of the wind as it ruthlessly slashed towards Tang Zheng's head.    

    

Just when the remaining players with broken blades thought that Tang Xuan was about to die, he suddenly dashed forward and shouted, "Die!"    

    

Just as the Nepalese Army knife was about to chop down on Tang Zheng's head, "Shua!" A cold light flashed, and a thin line of blood appeared on the neck of the Battle-Maniac.    

    

"You! When! "Me!" The battle maniac's eyes widened. The Nepalese Army knife in his hand did not slash down for a long time, and then, "Bang!". With a loud crash, he fell to the ground.    

    

He saw a paper-sized blade with a drop of blood dripping from it. It was this blade that had taken the life of the Battle-Maniac.    

    

At the moment of his death, he didn't even know when Tang Xuan had put the blade in his mouth.    

    

This outcome greatly exceeded Qin Yun's expectations. He never expected that Tang Xuan would be able to so easily kill the SS killer with a broken blade. Furthermore, the other party did not even have the time to reveal his trump card.    

    

The remaining four people with broken blades were even more shocked. They all stood up like frightened cats, the weapons in their hands all lit up as they looked at the group of dragon shadows with vigilance.    

    

Although they knew that the Battle-Maniac had been careless and had died because he had been caught unprepared by Tang Xuan, it was still because he had the strength to do so.    

    

It seemed that they were underestimating the dragon shadow. The dragon shadow was a body made up of all the outstanding soldiers of Huaxia, who wouldn't have a famous technique?    

    

Tang Xuan took the blade out of his mouth, bent down and wiped the Battle-Maniac's body before putting it back in his mouth.    

    

After seeing his actions, everyone with a broken blade suddenly realized that Tang Xuan's blade was in his mouth. However, as soon as they fought with him, they would be careful because Tang Xuan could spit out a blade.    

    

"Why are you looking at me like that? He wants to be satisfied. Who else wants to be satisfied? Come at me. " Tang Xuan said to the four remaining blades with a smile.    

    

"Retreat!" The man in shades secretly signaled the three of them. Right now, he was getting more and more uncertain, he didn't want to die here without knowing why.    

    

Seeing that the four of them did not have any intention to fight, Yamamoto Miche saw that they were ready to escape. With a sound, the katana in Yamamoto Michio's hands instantly unsheathed, and a ghostly green light radiated from it.    

    

Ichiro Yamamoto's body also emitted a layer of light green light, which intertwined with the green light on the blade.    

    

"Demon Saber!" When the old horse saw the weapon in Yichang's hand, he shouted in a deep voice.    

    

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the dragon shadow would recognize this weapon. I thought no one would recognize it." Ichiro Yamamoto gently caressed the blade.    

    

Because the number of people killed had reached a certain level, or because it was tempered through some special method, the blade would automatically emit an aura that would cause one's soul to tremble, thus the katana s would become the blade.    

    

Fortunately, this weapon had been forged through a special method, and was not a demon knife formed from a certain number of kills. Otherwise, Yamamoto Miche's fighting strength would have greatly increased.    

    

"Today, even if you have the demon knife, I will take your life!" Qin Yun roared as his eyes instantly turned golden. An equally immense aura of a golden dragon god emanated from him.    

    

Furthermore, it began to contend with Yamamoto Michio's dark green light.    

    

The three Ghost-headed Masked Warriors behind Yiran also wore ghost heads. The katana was unsheathed and similarly, it flashed with a red light. However, its aura was much weaker than Yicheng's.    

    

"Dragon God Slaughter!" The Dragon Shadow Dagger in Qin Yun's hand slashed out a cold golden beam that slashed at Yamamoto Michio's neck.    

    

"Clang!" The three Demon Warriors blocked the attack.    

    

"Gou He Zhan!" The three ghost warriors bellowed at the same time. With a strange flash of red, the katana slashed at Qin Yun's face.    

    

"Scram!" Ren Jun, who had been silently behind Qin Yun, made his move. He pulled out a spear from an unknown source and swept it forcefully at the three ghost warriors.    

    

"What a strong force!" The weapons of the three Ghostrats clashed with the pikes as they exclaimed in their hearts.    

    

"Don't be a fool, you will lose your life if you do!" Duan Xu put his fingers on his hands and shouted, "Bang!" The fist landed on the yellow-clothed ghost warrior's ribs.    

    

With a 'kacha' sound, several of the yellow-clothed Ghost Warriors' ribs were broken and they were sent flying away like kites with their strings cut off.    

    

Just as the yellow-clothed ghost warrior landed on the ground, a 'pu!' sound was heard. He spat out a mouthful of blood, but before he could come to his senses …    

    

A tall figure immediately appeared beside him. The yellow-clothed Ghost Warrior raised his head and saw Meng Li's hill-like body standing in front of him.    

    

"Die!" "Tiger Roar!" With a loud roar, Meng Li's fist smashed into the yellow ghost warrior's head with a loud tiger roar.    

    

"Bam!" With a dull thud, half of the yellow-clothed ghost warrior's head caved in. A huge force heavily threw him out of the window, turning him into a pile of meat paste.    

    

"What's the point of a fight like this!" "Retreat!" When the muscular African man saw the miserable state of the yellow-clothed Ghost Warrior, he abruptly dashed out of the door.    

    

"Can I leave if I want to!?" Chang Dong and Chang Xi stood in front of the black burly man and snorted coldly at him.    

    

Seeing the two of them in front of him, the black muscular man raised the battleax above his head and slashed at Chang Dong.    

    

"You're courting death!" Chang Xi leapt high into the air and kicked the handle of the axe, causing the battleax that was flying towards Chang Dong to veer away from its target.    

    

Chang Dong took advantage of this opening and the cold light in his hand flashed as he charged towards the muscular African man's neck.    

    

The burly African man did not dare to fight him. He quickly retreated to the side of Rose and Blood Rogue. The group with broken blades looked at each other and ran out of the door.