My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Kill the man lying on the ground with one knife.

Ethan walked quickly and rushed towards the other direction of the izakaya, where there was constant shouting.

Beatrice was struggling in embarrassment.

The yellow motorcycle suit she was wearing was almost dyed red, and it was no longer clear whose blood it was. There were a few more holes in her clothes, and her breathing became messy.

"Ding."

The katana swiped and held the three knives that were coming at him.

She rolled forward and slashed the Hanzo sword forward, neatly cutting off both legs at knee level, and avoided several long knives whizzing at her from behind.

But no matter how fast he dodges, the sword light will still strike him.

This endless wave made her a little breathless, and it was more terrifying than the few people she had dealt with before.

No matter where you hide, you are always under attack.

I don't know how that guy is doing now. It's so difficult for me to hold on. He must be more dangerous there, but I haven't heard the gunfire yet, so I should be able to hold on.

You must deal with the group of people in front of you as soon as possible and rush over to help.

Think of this.

Beatrice waved the sword in her hand more rapidly, constantly testing the circle that had surrounded her, looking for opportunities to break the situation.

Roll a few times and come to a corner.

She took advantage of this momentum and stabbed the person next to her with all her strength.

"Ah~"

A shrill scream sounded, and the guy looked painful.

The female killer couldn't help but feel a little distracted. It was clear that the tip of her knife was still two or three centimeters away from the opponent.

Where did this scream come from?

The burly Yakuza stiffened up, dropped a katana, and his face became extremely stiff, as if he had not expected such a thing to happen.

The next moment, another stream of blood spurted out from behind him.

Ethan, who was wearing a suit, looked quite dazzling at this moment. He rushed into the crowd like a madman, wielding the Hattori Hanzo sword in his hand and slashing at everyone, causing a bloody storm.

Under his crazy slashes, countless stumps flew up into the air.

No one expected that he could break out of the encirclement over there and rush over at an extremely fast speed. Yakuza's attention here was all focused on Beatrice, and he was caught off guard for a moment.

The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling sounded, and in a short time, he chopped down seven or eight people.

Plus the charge just now.

At least twenty people died under his sword.

A normal person at this time, let alone fighting, would probably be too tired to even lift a knife.

But after he solved Beatrice's predicament, he turned his blade and strode towards the dozens of Yakuza who followed him and rushed out of the boxes over there.

With a gust of fishy wind, one person met more than a dozen people.

Two arrows, one big and one small, collided hard in the middle of the dance floor.

Ethan's eyes burst out with astonishing murderous intent, staring intently at the Yakuza who was leading the charge.

With a flick of his wrist, the Hanzo sword stirred up blood mist.

This feeling of being stared at by the god of death made Yakuza's feet weak, and he fell over like a gourd on the ground. The few people behind him were unable to avoid it and fell into pieces, with endless curses.

Just one move can frighten these people.

"Ha~"

Ethan grinned ferociously and let out a loud shout.

The Hanzo sword in his hand bounced up, like the Milky Way falling from the sky. With the full force of the sword, the guy at the front didn't even have the time to parry, and was slashed in half by him.

With the blessing of power and speed, the legendary swordsmith's proud work completely buzzed.

It turned into a silver swimming dragon, flashing wantonly among the crowd.

Bringing forth bursts of blood.

"Buzz~"

As the blade passed over the last person, the Hanzo sword was still vibrating slightly.

"Snapped!"

Ethan slapped the handle of the knife with his right hand, and the movement finally stopped.

At this time, he was standing in the middle of the dance floor.

The hall of Noda's Aoba House was already filled with corpses. People wearing kendo uniforms were lying everywhere. The ground they stepped on was already covered with a layer of blood. The blood trickled and seeped into the stream surrounding the hall.

The calm creek had completely turned blood red.

There's still foam on top.

The smell of blood that filled the room was so strong that it was a bit dazzling, and a veritable river of blood flowed.

Taking a deep breath, Ethan looked to the side with satisfaction, and Beatrice just pulled out the Hanzo sword from the belly of a Yakuza, panting heavily to meet his gaze.

Beside the female killer, there were also a dozen corpses lying down.

With the help of the power of Hattori Hanzo's sword, the two caused shocking killings in Aoye House.

"Yo."

After Ethan made sure that the other party was fine, he panted slightly and raised the Hanzo sword high, pointing it at the bald Yakuza who had been watching upstairs just now: "You come down, or I go up."

This person is not simple at first glance.

The specially made samurai sword also looked quite fierce.

He was standing astride with a cold face and a knife in his hand, looking very difficult to deal with.

Beatrice will have to fight Ishii Gonren later and needs to recover some strength. Then this guy who comes out with dozens of swordsmen can only deal with it by herself.

Holding the knife in his hand, Ethan slowly moved among the corpses on the ground.

Others are growing lotuses step by step.

He had bloody red footprints every step of the way, and the suit on his body was soaked with blood. As the tip of the knife turned, he rushed towards the bald man on the second floor full of evil energy.

beside.

Beatrice sat down cross-legged and placed the Hattori Hanzo sword across her legs.

While recovering your strength.

She looked at Ethan's back with interest. This guy didn't know what he did before, but he was so ruthless. These gang members were like chickens and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in his hands.

Killing is not a simple matter.

Even many killers will suffer from various mental illnesses due to this, and I am no exception.

But this man still looked calm and composed.

Not affected at all.

Passing over the little cherry blossoms on the ground, Ethan's blade kept locking the bald man, and his fighting spirit became even higher.

The lanterns are shining upstairs, and the bald head is shining.

Although this guy looked calm, there was already a layer of sweat on his forehead, and he didn't know it was because of excitement.

still.

fear? ? ?

When he saw the other person fleeing quickly to the side with a samurai sword, Ethan was stunned and didn't react. In a few breaths, the guy escaped and disappeared without a trace.

Depend on!

Putting on that posture, I thought it was so awesome!

Unexpectedly, the guy who took the lead turned out to be the only one in Crazy 88 who ran away.

Ethan shook his head and smiled, lowering the Hanzo sword.

"This is a smart guy."

Beatrice also chuckled and stood up with her katana in hand: "On the contrary, the people lying around us are all idiots who have been brainwashed by the spirit of Bushido."

Although her body swayed, she stood firm.