Chapter 127 Unyielding Soul

Seeing Fengben Xiamu like this, all the mercenaries who could stand retreated, and the less seriously injured mercenaries lying on the ground were helped by their companions or trying to move outside. In just a few steps, no one in this area could stand up except Wu Xian, a group of injured reformers. People.

The reformers on Wu Xian's side have different degrees of damage. Several of them seem to be seriously injured, and one of them has been lying on the ground and can no longer stand up. Among them, the black man No. 9 had at least five knife wounds on his upper body, and the steel pipe in his hand had been replaced with a knight's knife, while the white man who impressed Wu Xian was now leaning on others, with several openings on his legs and several openings on his arm bleeding out of the moor. The only one in this group who is in a better situation is an Asian with the same skin color as Wu Xian. It may be the circle of grenades in their clothes. Others have concerns! However, there was an additional wound on the face, and the blood penetrated along the wound and dyed half of the face red.

Wu Xian saw that the man from the R country came over and ignored it. He walked to the dead reformer, reached out and pulled down the number plate on his body, and then untied the necklace chain of the number plate hanging on his neck, put the number plate inside, and silently put it up again. He turned back into the crowd and never looked at the dead man again.

Fengben Xiamu watched Wu Xian finish all this with great interest. No wonder the madman didn't look at the elimination rate of this group of transformed people. Now he may be looking at his latest research results with data! In the past, the doctor's madman did not have much interest in this kind of cannon fodder with a low success rate, but after all, it is his own work, so he will come to see it to reduce the maximum elimination rate. And the transformation person in front of us should be the latest achievement of the doctor's madman! Much more interesting than the previous guy, a little bit of his own thoughts? Ha ha, interesting!"

Fengben Xiamu stood at a straight distance away from Wu Xian, which was safe but did not affect the attack. Looking at Wu Xian, who were obviously better than the last group of reformers, looked at Wu Xian, the leader, and said with a smile, "I want to play with you!" If you don't work hard, all of them will die here. Remember that my name is Kazemoto Natsuki!"

Although it was said with a smile, the smell of blood in it made people breathless. No. 15 of the reformers seemed to be unable to resist such provocation, turning an injured leg to go out. Wu Xian, who had lowered his head a little, slowly raised his head, and his eyes were so red that he swept to No. 15. There was also a sense of murder on his body. There were no words, but Wu Xian looked at him like this, and the No. 15 had to retreat.

Wu Xian slowly looked at Fengben Xiamu, and the blood in his eyes was a little thicker. Originally, Wu Xian felt that those reformers had nothing to do with him, but when he touched the cold body, Wu Xian suddenly found that his heart was in pain, as if his hands and feet were broken, and his heart was filled with grief.

"The eyes are a little fierce!" Fengben Natsuki said with admiration, but his tongue licked the saber in his hand, as if the knife was covered with the enemy's blood.

Wu Xian slowly tightened the cloth on his hand to let the pain stimulate his senses. Touching the three-edging thorn in your hand, this may be the only thing in your body that is close to your motherland and hometown. Wu Xian didn't know whether he could survive this battle, but he was ready to die.

The three-edging army in the right hand pointed straight at Fengben Xiamu, and a word popped out of his mouth. Die!" It's to Kazemoto Natsuki, and also to himself.

Only when the blade enters the bone can you know the cold. If you don't win a battle, you will die!

Fengben Xiamu laughed loudly, laughing at Wu Xian's overpowering, and also laughing at the doctor's madman who really created such a certain thought-minded thing. Since someone wants to die, let's enjoy the process! Fengben Xiamu's laughter suddenly stopped, and the whaling fork in his hand was held by his strange hands. It felt like the kendo of R country, but the short whaling fork of dozens of centimeters was held like this, which was obviously nonsensical. And the mercenary who had seen the murder of Fengben Xiamu knew that this was a sign before he killed.

Fengben Xiamu's whaling fork cut the waist against Wu Xian, a group of people, and all the reformers tacitly held knives at Ben Xiamu. Although they have no thoughts, their almost beast instinct makes them feel dangerous, and they still have a belief in protecting Wu Xian in their hearts.

When Wu Xian saw this group of people behind him, he shouted "Ah!" Everyone seemed to have received instructions, and the knife was returned to the sheath. Because this is the battle of the king in their hearts, even if the king dies, they can't intervene!

Wu Xian took a few steps to break away from the group of transforming people. When Fengben Xiamu saw this situation, he laughed louder. What is this? One-on-one? Dignity? Or sacrifice yourself as a person?

For the emotions shown by this group of "things", Fengben Xiamu sneered. In this crazy world, except strength, only money is left, and everything else is worthless. Even life!

Without any samurai spirit, Kazemoto Natsuki rushed to Wu Xian with a whaling fork, with a tricky and fierce angle. Wu Xian's special knowledge immediately reacted, but his hands and feet were not as fast as his own thoughts. After the blade cut the skin of his arm, he could block Fengben Xiamu's whaling fork.

As soon as he blocked the tricky knife, Wu Xian's body seemed to retreat, but Fengben Xiamu's knife was like a bone-covered maggot, followed closely and took his throat. This knife can't be resisted by Wu Xian, so he can only continue to retreat. However, Fengben Xiamu did not give Wu Xian a chance to retreat again. He kicked out fiercely and directly kicked off the hunting knife in Wu Xian's right hand. Wu Xian's wrist was also dislocated by this kick, and all this is not over. After kicking, Fengben Xiamu rotated his body in the air and abruptly kicked a spinning kick.

Wu Xian was kicked away by this kick and glided five or six meters on the ground before stopping. The place that took up a long line of dust and was slipped by Wu Xian is obviously cleaner than other places.

Wu Xian opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. It can be said that this bulletproof vest on his body did not play much protective role at all. Wu Xian staggered up and looked at Fengben Xiamu not far away. He just spit out the blood from his mouth and leaned against Fengben Xiamu. He didn't know where the military thorn in his hand had been hit. Why didn't Wu Xian, who was afraid of death, lie on the ground and pretend to be dead now? Because this is his battle, he has not fallen, and his brother's revenge has not been revenged.

Fengben Xiamu saw that the sneer in Wu Xian's virtuous eyes became stronger. He quickly stepped forward and kicked Wu Xian straight. Wu Xian ate this foot and immediately fell down and fell to the ground in big letters.

Fengben Xiamu is very clear about the power of his kick. If he hadn't killed this experiment, the doctor's madman would have come and gone crazy. Fengben Xiamu would have killed this non-human thing.

Just as Kazeben Xiamu turned around and walked back, there was a sound behind him. Fengben Xiamu turned his head and saw a scene that he couldn't believe. The reformer slowly straightened up in a posture that seemed to fall down.

However, Fengben Xiamu just smiled helplessly, rushed to a high-level whip leg, put Wu Xian on the ground with one foot, and spit on Wu Xian. However, it didn't take long for Xiamu Fengben to see Wu Xian's fingers begin to move. This time, Fengben Xiamu also paid attention to it. Even people here could not have such good resistance strength.

Wu Xian struggled to get up again, and this time it seemed that a gust of wind could blow Wu Xian down. But Wu Xian stood up, but he couldn't stand up. When the mercenaries onlooked saw Wu Xian like this, they took out their sabers and knocked against their chests, and their dull voices were intertwined into a war song! Only for this hard-working reformer, even if he is a reformer, this perseverance has won the recognition of everyone! Here, everyone only worships the strong!

Only the person concerned, Fengben Xiamu, knows why Wu Xian can still stand up. Now Wu Xian is completely supported by consciousness, and there is no dark eyes in his eyes. Maybe he can fall with a slight touch, but Wu Xian's behavior is completely provoking his authority! At this time, Fengben Xiamu just wanted to kick Wu Xian to death, even if the madman doctor came to make trouble. One foot concentrated on the strength of the whole body, without a half of the reservation, all vented on Wu Xian's body. With the roar of Fengben Xiamu, Wu Xian flew towards transforming the crowd, perfectly interpreting a parabola theory.

Wu Xian smashed a ticket to transform the people, but Fortunately, he lost a lot of strength. I don't know whether there was an artificially inserted ceramic steel plate on his chest. Now it is broken, but it absorbed Fengben Xiamu's foot strength to the greatest extent, which also made Wu Xian lucky to save his life.

Fengben Xiamu knew what he kicked. After kicking Wu Xian away, he slowly walked forward and oppressed the mercenary step by step. At this moment, everything is just for standing!

But the mutiny suddenly broke out, and a roar that could be said to be out of the range of human voice sounded from the transformed crowd. Wu Xian rushed to Fengben Xiamu like a beast without any consciousness, holding a k413 pearl grenade in his hand.

When all the mercenaries saw what Wu Xian held in his hand, they all ran away. This thing is full of marbles, and whoever touches it will be unlucky!

Wu Xian's closed eyes leaned against the feeling of facing Fengben Xiamu, and threw the things in his hand into Fengben Xiamu. Kazemoto Natsuki is also a little panicked at this moment. This is completely crazy. Consciousness has collapsed, and you can attack with the belief in your heart. What is not a madman? And the things in hand are indiscriminately attacking guys. I really don't know that bitch manages the arsenal, so that things can be brought out.