Chapter 118 Cut off the enemy's blood

Wang Chan grabbed the body of the knife. Tang Xie gritted his teeth, twisted the knife and pulled it away. He shook violently and wanted to take back the initiative.

But who is Wang Chan? After all, Tang Xieshou is already an old man. No matter how powerful the knife is, it can't last. Facing Wang Chan head-on, he is doomed to lose everything.

Therefore, as soon as Wang Chan grabbed the other party's knife head and stretched out his five fingers, the fingertip knife light had been born in Tang Jie's gossip knife and drilled five small holes. When Tang Xie's hand pulled it desperately into his arms, the knife head suddenly broke.

It's like a tug of war. Both sides are trying their best to pull hard in the opposite direction. The rope suddenly broke. Wang Chan grabbed the gossip knife. Tang Jie's hand suddenly lost his strength, and his whole body couldn't help retreating back.

Pip..., exit more than a dozen steps away in one breath.

At this time, the man retreated. Although he looked embarrassed, the expression on Tang Xie's face slowed down.

Because of this, he completely distanced away from Wang Chan. If Wang Chan wanted to chase him, he would definitely take some time. At this time, everyone in the room had reacted. Tang Xie's eyes even saw Zhao Wuji, Yang Bokai and Zong Wei, three famous martial arts masters in the capital, rushed to him together.

Unfortunately, there are nine out of ten people who are unhappy in the world. He is determined to delay time desperately. When his companions support him, he also missed Wang Chan's determination to kill him.

And Wang Chan did not catch up, but flicked half of the knife in his hand in the palm of his hand!

Brush!

The sharp blade broke through the air, roared like thunder, and the tip of the small half of the gossip knife rotated violently and shot out.

Tang Xie's hand only felt a flash of white light in front of him, and then there was a sudden pain in his chest and abdomen. He pounced on half of the knife body wrapped in Wang Chan's huge power, passed through his body, and nailed his whole body like a hammer on the floor.

"Old man, if I want to kill you, I will kill you. Whoever can save you. For the time being, I'll give you a breath, open your old eyes, and let you see how a certain family killed your accomplices one by one.

Wang Chan looked at Tang Jie's hand, who was nailed to the ground by his chest and abdomen with half a knife tip. He sneered in his mouth, as if in a second or two, he stepped up the mountain and smashed the corpses of three people, and nailed people to the ground like a nail with his fingers and thunder. What a trivial thing he did.

Tang Xie's eyes were raised like goldfish, and the surface of his seriously congested eyeballs was wrapped with layers of blood. He lay on the ground, like a living fish dying on the chopping board. Only a pair of eyes were still staring at Wang Zen's figure, and there was indescribable hatred between his eyes. At the same time, his face also showed an extremely strong shock and incredible expression.

This high-ranking elder of Hongmen even dreamed that Wang Chan would be so powerful. In the blink of an eye, he was the first to become like this!! Even the Yuexing Sanguang killer, who had no previous disadvantages and killing people, failed to survive a face-to-face under him and was dismembered in an instant.

Although Tang Jieshou was nailed to the floor, he would not die immediately. Wang Chan did it with his heart. Under one shot, the tip of the knife rotated. Although the power was so huge that he could not avoid anything, he only opened a big hole in the small abdomen of Tang Xie's hand.

Even an ordinary person who was broken by his belly and broke a few intestines, he would never die on the spot. Like many soldiers in the self-defense counterattack, his eyes were red, his stomach was blown open, his intestines were out of the body, several meters, and he could still shoot crazily with a machine gun. Luck As long as it is treated in time, the proportion of survival is not small. What's more, Tang Xieshou, an old boxer who has practiced boxing all his life, is old, but he is several times more energetic than ordinary people.

Therefore, after being nailed to the floor, in addition to the pain into the bone marrow for a while, he could still keep his sanity and did not fall into a coma.

However, he must die. Wang Chan did it on his own, just to ask him to see with his own eyes that the plot he planned was like running water, which was completely wasted, and his heart was really vicious. Moreover, even if his companions can kill Wang Chan in case of emergency, he will break his abdomen, pierce it back and forth, and bleed too much. The vitality of the warriors has dissipated, and under the old age, it is definitely a dead end.

He said a cold sentence. Wang Chan was indifferent, and his indifferent tone was like a demon god of heaven and earth who had mastered everything.

If I want to kill you, I will kill you. No one can save you!!

Bang Bang Bang Bang...!

A series of heavy objects fell into the ears, and a large amount of blood fog quickly spread.

But while Wang Chan was talking, the movements of his hands were not slow at all. His hands waved in succession, closing the four directions, blocking a large number of people who were slightly behind. These people were originally standing behind Tang Jie's hands with the moon star Sanguang killers, and they were also disciples under Tang Jie's hands. At this time, they were looking for the way to die. In the blink of an eye, they were cut into pieces of corpses by Wang Chan's hands and two claws by Wang Chan.

It fell to the ground and was all piled up around their master!!!

Tang Jieshou's more than a dozen apprentices are all first-class good players in Hongmen. There are Chinese and foreigners. They casually pull out one from the middle. I'm afraid it's not worse than Tang Niu. Unfortunately, now I meet Wang Chan, which is simply hitting stones and arms as cars. One by one, ghosts are fascinated and throw themselves to death.

After Wang Chan picked up the seven-killing knife formula, he fought close to each other. Inside and outside, he was more powerful than any weapon. The knife light shook, surrounded him, splashed water, and attacked head-on. Many people were dead.

His hands danced like a windmill. After tearing more than a dozen human bodies out of thin air, Wang Chan suddenly felt that the muscles behind his back were beating violently, and there was wind behind his head. He didn't have to look back at all. He had already clearly felt that the three extremely strong shocks had been forced into the back of his body one after another.

It was Zhao Wuji, Yang Bokai and Zong Wei, three capital masters, who joined hands to attack and the offensive came.

At the critical moment, Wang Chan did not panic. He only followed the forward trend and took a big step forward. With a bow on his waist, his back naturally turned into a circle. He immediately let him hit his back. The three people who had already touched his back clothes suddenly failed. He punched in the void, like a cannon roaring, and three fists were twisted. The sound of moving air roared like a storm tearing the flag, but because of Wang Chan's step and bow, he was always five or six inches away from Wang Chan's vest.

Wang Chan's move is actually only the most basic "lower waist" in boxing martial arts. Everyone who learns martial arts and boxing has to practice basic skills, but with Wang Chan's current skills, it is just right, just like an an antelope hanging horn, the whole spine dragon It twists arbitrarily, soft as cotton, hard as iron, and flexible.

And the masters compete with each other, and the struggle between life and death is actually a reaction speed. Wang Chan has already practiced his strength to the depths of his bones. Now he has changed his blood and washed his marrow, and his whole body has been reborn. The solid muscles and bones are simply not like human beings. He can often make actions that make anyone feel strange at the most dangerous moment, so as to win more opportunities for him.

An inch of distance and an error of one second are equivalent to the boundary between life and death for a real master.

At this point, Wang Chan grasped the rhythm of the whole battle from beginning to end, holding the opponent's nose before walking. So in just a few seconds, he could kill people, hit Tang Xie's hand, and nailed him into the floor like wood.

The body bowed back into a circle, and avoided the three heavy punches of the general's upper body when it was inadmissible. Wang Chan suddenly twisted his body on the spot and rotated for half a week. His whole body seemed to have turned into a huge torsion spring. With this twisting strength, Wang Chan's palm stretched out sharply, and the red light flashed on his fingertips and swept over the three people. It's too late to take back the arm.

"Sneer!"

It sounded softly, as if the three tightly stretched cow tendons were suddenly broken in an instant. Wang Chan's palm passed quickly. The three famous martial artists in the capital who came to sneak attack Wang Zen's vest screamed in unison, and the blood appeared. An arm that everyone leaned forward almost broke almost at the same time and fell to the ground.

In one move, the hand rose and fell, and the three people immediately became disabled.

At the same time, Wang Chan's body also followed forward fiercely. Although there were solid wood tables, chairs and coffee tables in the room, and a whole set of combination sofas occupied a lot of places, Zhao Wuji and the other two also reacted quickly. When they felt bad, they all retreated and blocked Wang Chan's pursuit with the help of many debris in the room.

But Wang Chan turned a blind eye. He moved under his feet and waved in a straight line. Between his hands, it seemed that he was shooting out a sharp and invisible sword spirit under his body. The sound of sneering through the air was endless. Along the way, whether it was a sofa or a solid wood table and chair, as long as Wang Chan blocked the way, it immediately seemed to be nothing. Count the swords and smash...

Imagine what kind of scene is the home decoration in the whole room that was twisted into pieces in an instant?

Tang Xie twisted his neck, witnessed all the changes in front of him, and then saw this scene as dreamy as in the movie. In any case, he didn't even dream that Wang Chan could have such a sharp power. No wonder Lin Changzhi said that he was a sword fairy with a flying sword in his hand, which could kill people invisibly within a hundred steps. At this time, Wang Chan had become a demon-like existence in Tang Xie's eyes.

He can be a demon, a demon, or even a fairy and ghost. The only impossible thing is that "he is still alone!"

The endless remorse surged into the heart of the elder of Hongmen in an instant. If he had known that Wang Chan had such inhuman ability, the result would certainly not be as miserable as in front of him.

It's a pity that there are all kinds of medicine in the world, but there is no regret medicine.

Wang Chan practiced the seven-killing knife formula, and his action was almost a hundred times more fierce than before. The three masters, Zhao Wuji, Zong Wei and Yang Bokai, indeed represent the highest level of martial arts in the capital. All of them can be called boxing masters. In the past, they must also be the role of a hero. If they really fight hard with boxing, although Wang Chan can also besieged by three people and win in the end, it will definitely cost money. A lot of physical strength and energy. It's like that as soon as he took action now, he broke one of the little arms of the three people together, so that the three people completely became the bird of the bow. They didn't even dare to fight again. They just retreated and suddenly lost their courage.

As a result, Wang Chan was brave and straight in and out. On the one side, he smashed all the debris in front of him, and on the other side, he was also a few steps away. The index fingers in his two hands moved one after another. From the Shangyang point of his index finger, three bloody knife lights flew out of the middle finger, only pounced forward, and pierced the forehead of the three people in a blink of an eye. The body fell to the ground without a sound.

"Oh, it's not good. It's really the legendary swordsmanship. This man is invincible. Everyone, hurry up and protect Brother Lin, get out of here quickly!"

The situation in the field has changed too fast. From the beginning, Wang Chan broke into the door, and now the three famous martial arts masters in the capital have died together. In fact, the time has only passed less than a minute. In a blink of an eye, there was blood and rain in the whole room, and more than 20 people have died.

Lin Changzhi himself knew the horror of Wang Chan, so at the beginning, Wang Chan called his name, and he grabbed the five Shaolin martial arts leaders around him and avoided a corner of the room at a very fast speed. Now several people have just stood still. When they raised their heads, they happened to see Wang Chan flicking his finger and killing Zhao Wuji's three boxing masters, just like cutting melons and cutting vegetables.

In addition to Lin Changzhi, who is a disciple of Shaolin secularism, the other five are already important masters in Shaolin Temple. They have been involved in many of the legends in the ancient world. In addition, before they came, they heard about the peculiarity of Wang Chan in Lin Changzhi's mouth. He could spit out sword light and kill people. Originally, I still didn't believe it, but now I see it with my own eyes, so I also misunderstood that Wang Chan's seven knife killing formula is the legendary sword magic power.

For a while, the faces of the five people changed greatly, but they were also several of the most outstanding among the thousands of martial monks in Shaolin Temple. They were shocked but not chaotic. They only heard the leader shout loudly. In a blink of an eye, the other four people rushed up, lifted Lin Changzhi's wheelchair, and rushed to the door.

"Don't leave when you come. If you want to go, leave your life first!" In the face of the organized retreat of several people, Wang Chan was suddenly furious. He had just burst into all his physical strength, and he was killing, and he immediately exerted his strength again.

He smiled gligly, and his footsteps plowed on the ground, like mud. As soon as his feet staggered, he sneered. The whole carpet on the ground in the room suddenly tore open. With his radical figure, there seemed to be a hurricane storm in the room. First, the whole carpet cracked in half, and then under the carpet. The whole solid wood floor opened a mouth, and the cement floor below roared, and the dust flew, as if it were a place of the earth. Wang Chanren's room also raised a high hill on the ground.

Wang Chan's mud step unexpectedly cut open the floor of the steel and cement floor neatly without any move. It was simple. He bullied him to the front and moved his feet wrongly. One after the other, he stepped on it and jumped two meters above the ground. He had reached five Shaolins. Not far in front of the head of the monk, brushing... A few knives shot out, and he took the heads of several people.

Wang Chan's killing was on the rise, and his face was hot. He didn't care how high the other party's boxing martial arts were at all. He only rushed up, launched the seven-kill blood knife formula, and forcibly strangled.

And several martial arts leaders in front of him made a very correct but extremely unexpected decision when facing Wang Chan's invincible seven-killing knife light.

That's "losing the pawn to protect the car" and exchanging life for life!

The five bald men did not have any discussion at all in this moment, but they quickly separated the four people to block Wang Chan's way, making the last companion among them shout crazily, picked up Lin Changzhi's wheelchair, and walked forward without looking back.

There were only four Shaolin monks left. King Kong was angry and stopped in front of Wang Chan without hesitation. Facing Wang Chan's momentum, the four people moved together and greeted him. One was like a tiger, and his hands rushed to Wang Chan's right hand by mistake, and the other was like a dragon. He stretched out his back and wrapped around Wang Chan's left hand. The remaining two, and one person on the left leaned down. Like a snake, the one on the right side spread its wings like a crane. It turned out to be a rhinoceros in his heart. He should try his best to break Wang Chan's limbs.

These five monks obviously practiced the five-shaped boxing in Shaolin Temple. One of them practiced one shape. The dragon-shaped refining god, the tiger-shaped refining bone refining, the leopard-shaped refining power, the snake-shaped qi, and the crane-shaped refining. Each of them got the essence of boxing.

I also have to say that these five people cooperated tacitly and did not have any verbal communication. Before life and death, they were clear. They only asked the monk who practiced the leopard shape as soon as possible to take Lin Changzhi alone. The remaining four people tried their best to entangle Wang Chan's limbs. The four people's boxing skills were exquisite and they worked together. If one person, they moved, it was really It's as fast as thunder and lightning.

As long as the four of them grab their hands and feet and use all their skills, the Iron Man will be dismembered in an instant.

Sure enough, Wang Chan was caught off guard and locked by the four people in a blink of an eye.

When the four people saw this, they were overjoyed. They had to use their own means to remove Wang Chan's hands and feet. But at the moment when they first exerted their strength, the big leaders of the four Shaolin monks suddenly felt that the things locked in their hands and feet did not seem to be human flesh at all, but as hard as fine steel. , trying their best to pull it still. Looking at each other in awe-inspiring, they all felt that it was not good and was about to turn over and retreat.

But I only saw a scarlet knife light crisscrossed in my eyes, and my face fell down.

There was no reason. The four monks who were left behind were directly chopped into the forehead by several knives, cut into eight pieces with one knife, and the corpses were everywhere.

Wang Chan waved his hands and took a big step forward. He saw that the last Shaolin monk who protected Lin Changzhi had stepped out of the door! Without saying anything, he opened his mouth and flashed white light. Suddenly, a two-and-a-half-foot-long "too white essence" caught up from behind, coiled the air, and cut the monk's bald head to the ground.

Lin Changzhi's chest on the wheelchair was cold, broke a gap, and died in a blink of an eye.

(to be continued)