Its 213: Who Kills Who?

"That's right, I'm a star." Cheng Xingxing stared at him, "I'll ask you again, why did you hurt my doorman?"

Jiao Naijun's face changed a little, and he suddenly laughed: "Why? Didn't that boy learn from you? How did you treat my cousin at the beginning? I will treat you the same today. You came just in time. I was worried that I didn't know how to deal with you, but you sent it to the door by yourself. Do you know what it is to break into a private house?

"You don't fantasize about killing me, and then report to the official that I'm a robber, right?" Cheng Xingxing laughed.

"I know you have some skills, but don't forget that it's in Muzhou City." Jiao Naijun smiled gloomily, "But it's a city with restrictions on the strength field to defend the city!"

"I know it's in the city, and I know it's your territory." Cheng Xingxing snorted, "So what? You have to be reasonable, right? Zhang Shu and I are opponents on the field. I defeated him openly. What kind of revenge do you have to talk about? Well, even if you are qualified, if you have the ability, you can directly find me to become a star and take a group of people to beat me!"

"Do you dare to come here to reason with me? I just led someone to beat him. What can you do? Let me tell you, let alone beat him, but kill him in the street. Who can condemn me in this Muzhou city? Jiao Naijun looked at the star and couldn't help sneering. In his opinion, it must be timid to suddenly reason when becoming a star.

"I know it's useless to talk nonsense with you. I'm just telling you why I beat you today." Cheng Xingxing stared at Jiao Naijun and said fiercely.

"Bit me?" Jiao Naijun laughed and immediately looked cold: "Cheng Xingxing, I would like to remind you again that this is a city with the limit of the power field of guarding the city!" It seems that you are a little martial arts, but your little martial arts are useless. Do you know why? Uncle, I'm a person who is chartered to use general magic in the city!"

What? He became a star and was stunned. The city guard can allow specific people to use general magic, but generally speaking, this is a privilege only for official families. No matter how rich and status Jiao Naijun is, he is also a civilian. How can he enjoy this treatment?

"Are you stupid? Do you regret it?" Jiao Naijun smiled proudly, "Tell you, uncle, I'm the person Huo Ge met in person! He is the most important general in this state! Do you know what level I am? Uncle, I'm a thousand people! Although the power can't be fully used in the city, 500 people are enough to kill you, a boy who broke into a private house!"

When the voice fell, dozens of doors had been opened around the courtyard. One by one, they rushed out of the door with simple knives and simple armor, and surrounded the stars with expressionless faces, while those family members protected Jiao Naijun and retreated step by step.

"After you die, I will drag your body around the city, and then go to the state government office to report to the official, saying that I killed a thief who broke into a private house with the intention of being unfaithful." Jiao Naijun sneered and pretended to be a star.

"If you have the ability, you can do whatever you want." Cheng Xingxing grinned and grinned. Suddenly, he jumped back. He had come to a group of soldiers. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the Pu Dao in a soldier's hand. He turned his body and waved his left hand. At the place of Pu Dao, three heads immediately rolled and flew into the sky.

"Good kung fu." Jiao Naijun smiled and said, "I'd like to see how many people you can kill with your martial arts!"

In the middle of his mind, five hundred soldiers have rushed up.

Although the yard is very large, it is immediately crowded when five hundred people stand in the city. The space becomes extremely small. When they rush up, they are squeezed by everyone. Now it becomes a star Coke, because the length of the other party's soldiers is a simple knife with a long handle. Even the knife body with a knife handle, the length is more than two meters, huddled together and rush to him. At that time, the weapon could not be used at all.

But he is different. As long as he rushes over, he is full of enemies. He doesn't have to worry about accidentally injuring his companions. He sweeps vertically with his left hand and splits, and he doesn't need to calculate the attack distance. Anyway, the other party is squeezed into a pile and is by his side, but it is very convenient.

But after all, the Pu Dao is not a two-meter long knife that Jing Yan is good at. Although it is long as a whole, the body of the knife is only more than 70 centimeters, and the injury of the star's right hand has not fully recovered. It is too difficult to hold chopsticks, so I can only carry the knife with my left hand. In this way, the sharpness of the knife method is even more different.

Fortunately, he is strong enough to use the simplest moves alone to deal with these soldiers.

As more and more soldiers were cut off their heads with a knife, or caused divorce, Jiao Naijun's face began to change, and a feeling of uneasiness began to appear. He was a little worried about whether he had hit an iron block.

The strength shown by becoming a star is enough to shock anyone. The kind of quick killing like a killing machine makes anyone who has seen it unforgettable. The sharp knife cut off people's head, and the vertical and horizontal smoke raised turned the compound into a fairyland, but in his eyes, he felt like he was in hell.

More than 40 soldiers were soon killed by stars. Of course, this number is not worth mentioning compared with the total number, but the tireless action of becoming a star is shocking.

It's not that there is no martial art that regards a hundred people like grass mustard, but there are few physical strength that kills more than a hundred people without changing their face.

Obviously, there is no physical problem with becoming a star. Looking at his lively appearance, jumping up and down, Jiao Naijun has good reasons to believe that it is absolutely impossible for him to kill a star with a war of attrition.

No amount of cost, if you rush together, you will be able to kill it! He thought fiercely, and his soldiers immediately followed his wishes and rushed up regardless of the way.

Seeing that in all directions, they were all using knives as guns. They stood up side by side with their companions and regarded themselves as soldiers of the rushing cart. Cheng Xingxing felt that this move was really fierce and helpless, so he had to use some real skills. Pu Dao handed it to the right, clamped it with his right arm, and pulled it out like pulling a knife. The drill-like knife light flew out, cut head-on, and killed more than 20 soldiers at once.

Who told them to stand so densely? Cheng Xingxing sighed in his heart, and a swirling body drew a knife, and another knife light more than six meters long, rushed out more than five meters away, and cut off more than 20 soldiers in the waist.

"Isn't it?" Jiao Naijun was dumbfounded and couldn't help opening his mouth and shouting, "What kind of kung fu is this? He...is he from the Doujunmen?"

This joy in the heart of a star: Doujunmen? Doujunmen has been destroyed by my brother, okay...

The family members were also dumbfounded. Many of them shook their hands, and the stick in their hands fell directly to the ground and hit their feet unconsciously.

"Blade, blade, blade!" The star waved the simple knife like Huan'er, and the curved knife light more than six meters long kept shining. Within the five-meter-long knife light shining, the soldiers' bodies were constantly doing decomposition movements, but in the short time, hundreds of soldiers were dusting and smoke under the knife light.

Jiao Naijun began to sweat, cold sweat, hot sweat, and white hair sweat, as if he were a snowman who had become an elite, standing in the sun for too long.

"This guy is not a human..." Some family has muttered while quietly retreating, intending to turn around and run away when things are not good.

"Aren't you going to kill me and drag the body around the city?" Cheng Xingxing laughed, and the Pu Dao in his hand waved a blade again, cutting off more than a dozen soldiers. He can't use too subtle tricks now. It just so happens that this trick depends on speed and strength. He simply uses it repeatedly, as long as it is easy to use. What martial arts skills are too simple and lack complementarity of different styles are not considered.

"Don't be arrogant!" Jiao Naijun gritted his teeth. At least he was also the fourth master among the top ten generals in Muzhou, and he would not be scared to lie down so quickly. I'd like to see how much you can hold on with so much power!"

"Then I'll show you!" The star roared, and the blade took action again. Anyway, he has 600 ghost soldiers queuing up there to provide physical strength, not afraid of exhausting his strength.

What does it look like when a tiger enters the sheep, and what it looks like to become a star now. Under the light of the blade, no soldier should want to get close to becoming a star, and don't want to escape.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes... The flow of time is not the power of becoming a star, but the number of Jiao Naijun's soldiers. One by one... No, to be precise, it should be a group of soldiers constantly falling. The team of 500 people, more than ten minutes later, was left with more than 100 people.

This is still the result of becoming a star without continuous use. If he doesn't remember the loss of power and uses the blade continuously, I'm afraid that this result will have been achieved a few minutes ago.

The family members have already run halfway, and the remaining half is either because they dare not leave their master, or are stunned by this scene.

Jiao Naijun's eyes were round and his fists were clenched. He refused to believe that Cheng Xingxing could destroy his 500 soldiers.

"It's almost over, and he's almost finished. He can't use that terrible knife light anymore, can he? He can't defeat 500 soldiers! Impossible, completely impossible! You see, his knife has been slow, much slower. As long as he persevere and persevere, his strength will be exhausted!"

No wonder Jiao Naijun is too cunning to be a star.

A few minutes ago, Cheng Xing, who caught a glimpse of Jiao Naijun's slightly trembling face with the corner of his eyes, suddenly remembered the scene of fighting with others in the game hall.

Do you want to make your opponent angry? If you want, don't use your best strength to suppress the other party as soon as you come up, but leave a certain space to make the other party always feel that it's just a little worse.

In this way, the other party will keep putting the game money into the game console, constantly challenging you, and then constantly "a little bit" and falling under your feet.

Until you squeeze out the last game coin in his pocket.

What he is most afraid of becoming a star is not that he can't beat the other party, but that he is afraid that the other party will run away. In order to make Jiao Naijun insist on not running, he deliberately reduced the number of times he used the blade, and in the end, he simply stopped using it, and the number of soldiers of the other party has been sharply reduced, and he deliberately slowed down the attack speed when he could no longer threaten him.

Jiao Naijun was fooled. He really thought he could make it to the end.