My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The Qingye House, which was already filled with the smell of blood, now felt even more desolate and murderous.

Black and white kendo uniform.

Samurai sword.

Simple tones come together to create a highly conflicting picture.

There were at least forty or fifty of the capable men who emerged from the box. No, some of them were women, but their momentum was not inferior at all, and they held the long sword tightly with both hands.

His eyes were equally fierce.

There must be a cave inside that box, it should be where the red X is on the map.

Beatrice said she brought this upon herself.

He didn't argue.

This should be true. If the other party hadn't been vigilant, how could there be so many swordsmen inside? And try not to shoot unless necessary.

Ishii Yuren must have imagined that they would come with firearms.

A simple sentence.

This woman was really smart enough to destroy half of their combat power, but the offer she made was something Ethan and the others couldn't refuse.

Standing in the middle of the crowd was a bald man.

Inside the opponent's hand.

He held an extra-long katana in a white scabbard tightly. The blade alone was more than one meter long, which looked very exaggerated.

Facing Ethan's blade provocation, the guy raised his chin slightly.

The swordsmen beside them could no longer stand, and kept walking down the stairs on both sides. The sharp tips of the swords were also pointed at Ethan and Beatrice. They lunged forward, eating away at the Qingye House step by step. space.

The Sakura Kendo uniforms worn by these people made Ethan's heart pump powerfully.

tonight.

It's going to be a bloodbath.

"woman."

The peripheral vision of his eyes glanced to the side, flashing his gloomy white teeth: "Don't die. If you really can't hold on, you know what to do."

"The same to you."

Beatrice tightened her cheeks and replied coldly.

Neither man is pedantic.

If you are really facing a life-and-death situation, you will naturally use whatever weapon you need. How can a killer really let the rules restrict him?

Whether it is a cold weapon or a hot weapon.

Every additional person.

There will be more danger. The opponent has so many swordsmen, and they will definitely not be stupid enough to come up to them one by one. No one can stand being attacked by more than a dozen knives.

"Boom!"

The bald man holding the white samurai sword knocked hard on the guardrail in front.

"ah!!!"

The crazy roar sounded like thunder.

Dozens of Yakuza armed with long swords and wearing kendo uniforms surged forward with a roar, waving streaks of cold light.

Two people who were surrounded and killed.

Invariably making the same choice, they retreated and quickly rushed towards the box next to the first floor, carrying the Hanzo sword to avoid the first wave of sharp attacks.

This is not a movie.

Who would be stupid enough to stand in the hall and be chopped down by countless samurai swords.

The only option is to fly a kite and use the small space to reduce the opponent's advantage so as not to deal with too many people at once.

The two people's dodge also caused the crowd to part.

The chaotic footsteps rumbled across the low table, across the winding paths and flowing water, and rushed towards them. The roars of the eight-gag kept sounding, making Ethan's blood boil.

Quickly rushed into the large private room.

The cups and plates on the square seats inside were in a mess, and many chairs had been knocked over to the ground.

These are the traces left by those drunkards when they fled just now.

He stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the table, which weighed several dozen kilograms. With a loud roar, countless leftovers, cups and saucers flew up, roaring towards the door.

"Bang~"

There was a loud noise, and the three people who rushed in were knocked over.

It also blocks the steps of the swordsman behind.

this.

It's opportunity.

Ethan turned back with a lunge, the Hanzo sword in his hand was raised, and he slashed hard at the female Yakuza in martial arts uniform. The million-dollar blade easily tore open the white top.

The whole person suddenly became topless.

A red line more than half a meter long emerged.

"Hiss~"

As the wind blew, Ethan put the basic skills that Beatrice had taught him to full use.

Stab, wipe, peel, and chop, all at the same time.

When he was covered in blood by the female Yakuza, several people blocking the door also flew up with the cold light of the Hanzo sword, and lost their lives in a few breaths.

It's no better than last night.

He has nothing to hold back, and he will never do anything that can be solved with one knife.

"Pa~~~"

There was a sound of slashing.

This is a Sakura-style izakaya, not a Huashan street.

The so-called walls were just made of wooden strips and paper. The swordsmen naturally knew this. Several samurai swords kept slashing at the wall, and soon they cut several big holes and rushed in.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan stepped forward and struck down with the knife in one hand.

The swordsman's arm was completely severed, and the long sword fell to the tatami together with it.

He kicked his feet straight up.

The opponent flew up, smashing through a wall next to him with a bang, and rolled into another box. His screams burst out along with the blood mist that filled the sky.

The knife is sharp and the man is faster.

With several ferocious slashes, he killed several people who broke in.

With his body moving, Ethan rushed into another box like a gust of wind, avoiding the swarm of people.

The man who was still rolling on the ground.

When he rushed towards me, he stamped hard on his neck.

There was a crisp click, and the howling stopped for an instant, but the roars continued, and the box was also knocked open, or came in directly from the door with a knife.

Wave after wave of attacks seemed to never stop.

It’s not just Ethan.

In this crazy and extreme killing environment, the Yakuza gang also fell into madness, as if they would never give up until they killed him.

The pure white wallpaper was stained with blood red.

Colors like cherry blossoms.

Extremely gorgeous.

The private rooms were continuously ravaged and destroyed, and the bright red liquid continued to spread on the ground, slowly pouring into the originally quiet stream, quickly dyeing it with the color of death.

"Boom!!!"

Half of the wooden wall fell apart and exploded.

Several people fell out.

The kendo uniform on one of the guys quickly turned red. He stiffened his neck and looked at the place where he flew out. The crazy look in his eyes quickly disappeared, and the extreme panic took over him.

Why?

Opening his mouth, he wanted to howl.

Why are there such terrifying beings in the world that maintain such violent power and rapid speed? Bastard, doesn’t he feel tired?

Pupils contract violently.

I saw the thug in a suit rushing out of the hole, with his blood-red samurai sword dragged behind him.

A few ups and downs.

Come to yourself.

"Shua~"

As soon as the cold light came on and a hint of wind sounded, Yakuza felt that his soul was floating leisurely.

What a fast knife!