Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The 23 seem to have no leader, but the pace is very consistent, I don't want to talk nonsense.

I got out of the car, dodged the knives, and killed me one by one, obviously in a gesture of wanting my life.

It was impossible for me to pack the twenty-three with my bare hands, so before they had time to rush up to me, I took a step back instead of jumping forward with an arrow.

The first watermelon knife slashed my neck, and in the wielder's eyes the impending murder was exciting.

Even a watermelon knife would probably turn my head off if I hit the blade that hard.

But I stopped suddenly, before the cold of the knife, a side that could pass through it.

Hugh! The blade screamed in the air, the man's eyes were startled, he was about to attack with the knife, but I grabbed the man's wrist and caught him with lightning.

Dad! My hands gripped the man's wrist like iron pliers, and I turned it around vigorously.

The sound of broken bones, the man yelled frantically in pain, and the knife in his hand fell from his powerless hands.

I grabbed the watermelon knife that was about to fall from the other hand and kicked him in the chest.

That person was kicked out by me.

But before I could relax, some cold light appeared in front of my eyes, I blinked, and three more people rushed towards me, and three watermelon knives were slanted and killed.

But now that I have a weapon in my hand, it's a piece of cake for me.

But I didn't want to cause too much trouble, so I used the watermelon knife with my backhand, and I was going to use my back knife to deal with the guy.

"Peng".

A man whose watermelon knives weren't chopped off in front of me when they were blown out of the back, his arms were probably numb from my mighty strength.

When his weapon fell, I thought it was time for him to take a step back, but he charged at the other two with his bare hands.

"Don't die," I snorted, waving the watermelon knife carelessly in front of me.

After a while, all three hands were hit by the back of my knife, and soon became red and swollen, like a fish with red scales.

Finally, their blades fell off the back of my injured hand with one hand and rolled wildly on the ground.

Although the first four lost their fighting power in a hurry, the remaining dozen or so people were still not afraid, and still charged forward with a posture that they must be killed.

Now I wonder if these people were invited by Xu Xun to deal with me.

Their spirit of fear of death is like a warrior in a cruel black fist, though they are too far from those warriors.

I had a watermelon knife in my hand, I was swimming with a dozen people's swords, I didn't seem to be killing people, so I just hit some key parts and made them incapable of fighting.

Still, I felt exhausted, and luckily many of them were terrified, some so terrified that they removed their knives or weapons before they could get hurt.

But there are exceptions.

I found one of the 23, a pale young man with a thin build and a pale beard on his lips.

It was also tattered, wearing a worn white shirt, yellow jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes on its feet.

But the knife in his hand and his eyes are bright.

This caused me to pay more attention to the young man a few times, and a few times not to attack him.

I don't understand why a young man would save a life with a knife.

But this guy didn't seem to see that I was being tolerant of him, and repeatedly hit me on the back with a watermelon knife, but I solved it easily. ..