Chapter 20: Purple Ghost Knife

At this time, Xiaoyi also dodged into the team of Wang Qi and Stick God and said to them.

So, in less than ten seconds, the war situation changed again. Now Wang Qi, the stick god and the killer are three powers to resist the twelve warriors in black on the eaves.

"Well, today you will disappear forever in Yunhai Kingdom."

As soon as the words of the leading warrior fell, the twelve warriors in black attacked like ghosts.

"Spattered point•••"

The stick god with the most combat experience roared, and the three of them dodged, about 30 meters away from each other. Twelve black warriors were well-trained and divided into three groups, one group of four, each surrounding one in the center.

Under the siege of four super-strong warriors in black, Wang Qi had no choice but to dodge. That's it, and he suffered several bruises on his body.

The stick god who has fought many games in the ring and Xiaoyi who has been in the underworld for many years are better. Compared with Wang Qi, the two of them have much richer combat experience and are not as embarrassed as Wang Qi. However, with the cooperation of the four warriors, the two could not get any benefits.

At this time, Wang Qi had just turned over and escaped from the warrior's knife. His body had not yet landed, and another martial artist had thrown out a dart. Wang Qi was forced to be helpless and didn't even have time to let his body change the magnetic field and produce flames.

Seeing that the dart was about to be inserted into his chest, Wang Qi hurriedly stretched out his right hand and blocked the dart. The inserted right hand was dripping blood.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the warrior in black did not give Wang Qi a chance to breathe. The warrior in black made up for Wang Qi and waved it to Wang Qi's neck. Wang Qi suddenly felt extremely desperate and felt that death had wrapped around him.

"Puff••"

A large mouthful of blood sprayed on Wang Qi's face, and a large area of blood appeared on the chest of the man in black in front of him. Just now, at the moment of a sudden attack, he saw Wang Qi's iron rod in a swing and hit a dart shot at him, and slashed Wang Qi's black warrior with a knife.

The warrior in black who was inserted through his heart was soft to the ground, and only three warriors on Wang Qi's side besieged him. Wang Qi suddenly felt much more relaxed. However, in order to save Wang Qi himself, he left the god of stick for a while, and now he is also on the verge of danger.

The leader in black and three warriors in black grabbed the gap and cut into the stick god respectively. The four people cooperated seamlessly. No matter how the stick god dodge or resisted, they had to be stabbed.

"sw•••"

At the critical moment, another knife and hidden weapon flew out, and the leader in black suddenly changed his face. The two knives that had been cut to the stick god quickly withdrew and cut back.

The stick god took advantage of this opportunity to dodge two knives, and then got a knife and dodged out of the vacancy of the leader in black.

"Daw, there's another•••"

Cut off the hidden weapon, and the leader in black flashed and flew to the roof. There was indeed a man on the roof, and the man saw that the leader in black not only did not escape, but also stood quietly without fear. Looking at the man's face, since he was the leader of the Thirteenth Army: Black Hand.

After seeing the black hand on the roof, the black leader's eyes drew a trace of surprise, as if he knew the black hand in front of him. After standing for a few seconds, the leader in black frowned, slipped under his feet, and waved the machete in his hand.

The black hand just flashed slightly and dodged the two knives in the hand of the black leader. At the same time, his hands were raised, and the two short knives quickly stabbed up. Unlike the machetes used by the warriors in black, the black hand holds two straight knives.

The short knife seems to have life in the black hand, constantly wielding strange arcs, which is vicious and deadly. The leader in black was forced to regress.

"coaxing•••"

Since the leader in black left, the stick god has been much better. Now, another warrior in black fell under the fire stick of the stick god.

Xiaoyi struggled to get a knife, and at the same time, the ice sword in his hand condensed and pierced the brain of a warrior in black.

The battle between Wang Qi and the three warriors in black was also extremely fierce, but compared with Xiaoyi and the two stick gods, their actual combat experience was much worse. They only slightly injured the three warriors several times and did not kill them.

"Wara, sw•••"

Facing the kicked warrior in black, Wang Qi's right fist was full of flames, waved out, and hit the warrior's feet.

"Kac•••"

With the sound of a broken foot bone, the body of the warrior in black was knocked out. The face of the warrior in black showed extreme pain, and his body floated in the air like a broken kite, flying nearly 10 meters before slowly calming down.

The warrior in black turned over and retreated more than ten meters. The warrior in black hid in the corner of the eaves and felt the injury on his feet.

Huh? What kind of person?"

However, just as soon as the warrior sat down, he felt a small sound behind him.

"Shu•••"

The hard-trained man in black instantly became alert, jumped up and threw two darts. The man who had been hiding on the roof and didn't dare to make a sound changed his face.

"I can't help myself. Either he dies or I die."

The man threw away the big black bag in his hand and flew like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he dodged the warrior's darts, and his body had also come behind the warrior.

"Cracking•••"

The man stretched out his hands and patted the man's forehead in black, and the purple electric current instantly ran through the warrior's whole body. Before he could howl, the nerves of the warrior in black were instantly paralyzed, and then his whole body was electrocut into vinyl.

After the warrior fell, the man did not dare to stop. He quickly picked up the big black bag and ran in the direction of fighting behind Wang Qi and others. The people who were fighting fiercely did not notice the strong man.

The man's body shape, the yellow hair with an upright pen, and the blurred back gradually disappeared in the darkness.

Therefore, the current battle situation is that Wang Qi is one against two and has the upper hand. The stick god and Xiaoyi are both one against three, and the black hand and the warrior leader fight against each other on the eaves.

The leader in black, who had been forced to retreat by the black hand, moved up and down in his hand and blocked. However, the leader in black just dodged and did not take the initiative to attack at all.

"Damn, I'm in the middle of the plan..."

Hearing the groaning sound from afar, the black hand's face changed greatly. I can't scream in my heart. A strange smile appeared on the face of the leader in black who had been dodging and began to counterattack. The stick god and Xiaoyi on the ground also noticed the slight sound, but it was too late.

"sou sou•••sou sou•••••"

Several dark shadows flew out, with machetes around his waist. The darts in his hand shot at the crowd.

"Dangdang•••"

Wang Qi and others in the chaos resisted their opponents and came out to dodge the darts.

"Wangla•••"

In a critical situation, Vilcan ignited a flame all over his body, and various attacks began to fail. The darts melted in the flame, and the two knives stagnated in the outer layer of the flame.

"ci ci••”

Xiaoyi's body also instantly formed a thick ice layer, forming a solid ice armor. No matter how the warrior in black kills, he can't hurt Xiaoyi's hair.

Although the black hand has no power, he is strong and experienced. In the face of the fierce attack of flying darts and the leader in black, he can easily cope with it.

The most miserable is naturally the stick god. The stick god held an iron rod and rotated to block several flying darts, but he had no time to dodge, and he was still stabbed by a warrior in black behind him.

"Everyone, die•••"

The leader of the second group of warriors who led the team in black, wearing dark purple suits and holding two knives, has taken the lead in killing Xiaoyi's side while talking.

"When•••"

The purple leader's knife was extremely fast and fierce. Xiaoyi had no time to dodge and was stabbed in the back.

"ka•••ka•••"

After resisting several darts and the heavy knives of the three black warriors around him, the ice armor that had never broken made a slight cracking sound.

"•••"

Then there was a loud noise, and the thick ice on Xiaoyi's body was all shattered and shot out. Xiaoyi's face suddenly changed greatly, and his body flashed and dodged the fast knife of the leader in purple.

"Purple Ghost Knife?"

The black hand also scratched with astonishment in his eyes, slipped under his feet, avoided the leader in black, and jumped into the battle circle of Wang Qi and others.

"Go quickly•••"

The black hand has not yet landed, and the two short knives in his hand have been inserted into the bodies of the two warriors beside Wang Qi. Wang Qi took the opportunity to jump to Xiaoyi behind him and cut a knife on the back of Xiaoyi with a fire fist.

"Go, go•••"

The black hand roared again, grabbed the most injured stick god, and threw it to the position of Wang Qi and Xiaoyi.

"Go•••"

As soon as the stick god landed, he whispered to Wang Qi and Xiaoyi, and he rushed to the front to open the way. Three powers gathered together, Wang Qi's whole body was burning flames, and his feet kept moving, resisting the darts flying around.

The stick god was at the front, and the iron rod in his hand also ignited a flame, swinging the warrior who came forward to block. Xiaoyi was among the three, constantly condensing ice skates in his hand and shooting at the warriors buried everywhere.

The perfect cooperation of the three made the more than 30 warriors in black who arrived in the back have no offensive space. After the black hand struggled to break, it was surrounded by eight warriors, which was wrapped in purple ghost knives.

With the cooperation of eight people, the black hands kept dodging and were forced to quickly take out the pistol at the waist and solve the three warriors in an instant.

The purple ghost knife does not seem to want to fight with the black hand. He wants to get out many times, but the black hand focuses on the purple ghost knife, making the latter's intention impossible to achieve.

Wang Qi and the others who rushed out of the encirclement ran all the way and ran 40 kilometers in half an hour. But in this way, the black warrior who chased behind was still not thrown away, and the nearest one is only more than 300 meters away from the three. It was already a little late at night, which was originally the part of the development zone. At this time, it was even darker and deserted.

Wang Qi, Xiaoyi and the stick god were a little tired at this time, and the wounds on their bodies were also bleeding. The three of them were a little desperate. The warriors who rushed behind them could not deal with the injured three.

"Rong, Rumble, Rumble••••"

The sound of the train came not far away. Wang Qi looked ahead desperately, as if they had run to the edge of the railway, and there was no way to escape.

"Well, that's right."

However, at this moment, Wang Qi's eyes lit up, and a plan to escape emerged. After another five-minute run, Wang Qi and the three came to the foot of the train track. During this period, Wang Qi has briefly described his escape plan with the stick god and Xiaoyi.

The three stopped and stood upright on the sidewalk outside the train track, as if waiting for something.