Chapter 149 Sword, come on!

After taking a look at this group of aggressive sergeants, a trace of joy appeared in Wuhua's eyes. And this slight change has not escaped Zhong Cheng's eyes. Zhong Cheng, who was slightly puzzled, learned from Wuhua's appearance, looked at the group of sergeants in front of him, and then raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He knew why Wuhua was happy for a simple reason: none of the group of sergeants in front of him was a god. Think about it, what kind of noble person is the divine holder in the divine continent? The officer named Wang Hu is just an ordinary captain. Even in the eyes of the lowest-level divine deer like the divine soldier, he is not a figure.

And Zhong Cheng vaguely felt that although the young swordsman named Wuhua in front of him was not a god, his strength would never be under him. As for why he thinks so, Zhong Cheng himself doesn't know.

Because the situation is still unclear, Zhong Cheng did not take action rashly, but chose to wait and watch the development for the time being. If necessary, he will not mind showing the strength of his god. After all, in his opinion, no matter how he calculates, it is the fierce officer Wang Hu who is wrong.

After the group of sergeants squeezed into the inn, Wuhua showed a usual smile at Wang Hu and asked knowingly, "What's wrong with this military master coming here again?"

Wang Hu is not as polite as Wuhua. He snorted coldly and said angrily, "Don't pretend to be stupid! Son of a bitch, our account hasn't been settled yet!"

Whua arched his hand and pretended to be frightened and said, "I don't understand what the military master said. Is there any place to offend you? If there is such a thing, please say it, and I will definitely correct it!"

I have to admit that this is quite horizontal. If Wang Hu said what happened just now, isn't it equivalent to exposing his shortcomings and slapping himself in the face? If he doesn't say it, doesn't he look like he's deliberately making trouble?

However, it is worth "fortune" that Wang Hu has always been used to being domineering, so he doesn't care that he is deliberately looking for trouble. He coughed dryly and seemed that he didn't want to pester this British youth. He said directly, "Bad boy, no matter how you quibble today, I won't let you go!" Brothers, go!"

With Wang Hu's order, the other dozen sergeants pulled out their knives around their waists almost in an instant, and the tip of the knife pointed to a person - Wuhua without exception.

Whua put away his casual smile, tightened the long sword in his hands, and his expression gradually became solemn. Usually, he may be just a casual and free young man, but once he becomes a swordsman, his expression will become extremely serious and his temperament will become extremely majestic. The personal feelings of the two states are very different.

The sword of the swordsman is the life of the swordsman. Although no one has told Zhong Cheng about this truth so far, Zhong Cheng has gradually begun to understand this truth since he held the anti-God Sword. However, for Zhong Cheng, this principle is just as vague as just sprouting. He is not deep enough to understand the sword!

Compared with him, Wuhua's understanding of the sword is obviously better. When he held the sword in his hand, his body immediately exuded a cold murderous intention. Under this strong murderous atmosphere, it seemed that even the air around him had condensed. Zhong Cheng only felt that his heart suddenly became depressing and uncomfortable as if he had fallen a huge hammer!

What a shocking power!?

Zhong Cheng knows that Wuhua is definitely not a god, but even so, he can still create such a terrible effect with his own murderous intention. This power is really amazing.

Those sergeants are not fools, and they can also feel what Zhong Cheng can feel. And compared with Zhong Cheng, this murderous intention is obviously more serious to their spirit. Zhong Cheng clearly found that several sergeants holding the hands of big knives could not help but begin to tremble. And their bodies are trembling gently like their hands.

They felt that what was hidden behind this murderous intention was death! And the young man in front of us is the representative of death!

Because he was afraid of death, no sergeant dared to rush up first. Even the arrogant Wang Hu could not stand up in front of Wuhua at this moment. He seemed to be discouraged and dared to take the lead in rushing. I don't blame him. He is also a human. Although he is a little arrogant, he knows that life is precious.

However, as an investment of this group of people, Wang Hu now has no reason to remain silent. He suppressed his fear, deliberately raised his voice and roared, "Your grandmother, there are some ways!" Brothers, don't be afraid. It's just a damn Intel dog. There's nothing to be afraid of! Give it to me!"

As usual, the encouraging effect of these words is naturally self-evident, and now, these morale-boosting words have no effect. Although the young sergeants had a cavity of blood waiting to sprinkle, they were not stupid enough to risk their lives for their superiors.

Therefore, Wang Hu's words ended, and the sergeants still stood still in place.

Seeing this, Wang Hu was angry and scolded, "Your grandma, a group of stinky kids, don't you think about how I usually treat you? Since you are like this, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Wang Hu's eyes turned, a cold smile, and his heart was calculating.

"Xiao Wu!" Wang Hu patted the young man beside him on the shoulder and said with a gloomy smile, "You are usually the most brave soldier in our team. Now this British dog is so domineering that there is no reason not to stand up and show the appearance of our Jiang soldiers!"

"Head, boss, you are letting me..." The person called Xiao Wu was a young man in his early 20s. At this time, affected by the fierce murderous intention, Xiao Wu's face had turned pale. He cast a begging look at Wang Hu and said in a trembling voice, "Head, I beg you not to..."

"What did you say!" Wang Hu calmly interrupted Xiao Wu's words decisively, "Don't you want to go!" Don't forget that Jiang Guo is now at war with the Intels. What should we have towards those Intels who dare to offend Jiang Guotianwei? If you are still a soldier of Jiang Guo, don't show me such a scared look!"

After hearing this, Xiao Wu's body suddenly shook, and the expression on his face began to twist. Finally, he tightened the steel knife in his hand, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said resolutely, "Yes, I'm a soldier of Jiang, and I won't retreat!" Especially in the face of the British!"

After saying that, Xiao Wu shouted loudly, picked up the steel knife and cut to Wuhua on the opposite side! Although he is not a godman, due to his innate advantage of his body, his explosive power is full, and his speed is even more amazing. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of Wuhua. As Wang Hu said, he is indeed the bravest sergeant in their team. Under such a fierce murderous atmosphere, Xiao Wu's sudden outbreak of combat power was not affected at all!

"Hmm! Speaking of which, is it still because of race? Wuhua snorted coldly and seemed to be angry. He roared, "Why, why do you always care about this kind of problem! Aren't the Inters also a race on the divine continent?

The only answer was Xiao Wu's shouting not far in front of him. Looking at the young man rushing to himself, Wuhua's eyes showed a trace of helplessness and pain. Already ready to go, he just shook his hands, and the sword in his hand danced a few gorgeous sword shadows in the air, accurately stabbing Xiao Wu's heart. The steel knife in Xiao Wu's hand stopped less than three centimeters in front of Wuhua.

Although the steel knife and Wuhua's face are not far away, they are forever fixed in place and can never move forward half a bit. Because the owner of the steel knife has lost his breath and lost his life forever.

This blow has no extra trick except for fast. And his speed, even Zhong Cheng, who is well shud with the "Sword of the Wind", is ashamed of himself!

This blow is merciless. Because the swordsman's sword is not allowed to have feelings.

It is undeniable that Xiao Wu was indeed encouraged by Wang Hu, but in fact, didn't Xiao Wu really want to kill Wuhua? Because Wuhua is a British, and he is also a British in front of Jiang Guo, he must die! Since Xiao Wu thinks so, there is no reason for Wuhua to show mercy.

Once the war starts, bloodshed is inevitable!