The Three Realms of Super Students

"**, the sick man in East Asia, you're just trying to die--!"

The guy who was regarded as a "cricket ant" was so provocative that Smith suddenly became furious, with an extremely angry expression on his face, snarling at Zhang Xiaofan with his half-familiar, twisted Chinese.

"Kill me--!"

At this time, the blonde and white people finally lost their patience. Originally, he wanted to capture Zhang Xiaofan and ask them what the origin of the yellow-skinned monkey was and how they found it.

But now it seems that it is not necessary anymore, just a "cricket ant", just kill him.

"Boss, this yellow-skinned monkey offended me just now, let me kill the kid myself!"

With that said, I saw that the black strong man named Smith was wielding the cold Nepalese army knife in his hands, licking the corners of his mouth, and oozing a poke in his eyes. Humanity is fierce.

"Smith's shot, this yellow-skinned monkey is dead--!"

At this time, the other five mercenaries were each holding their hands and shoulders, with a playful expression. Obviously in their eyes, Smith had experienced countless qiāng forest bullet rains and countless days of knife-licking blood.

For people like him, it is not a piece of cake to kill a Chinese young man who looks like he or she may not have two or two flesh together. There is no such thing as saying that it can be easily killed if you die.

In short, Zhang Xiaofan is like the lamb to be slaughtered in his eyes. When to kill depends on his own mood.

"How do you want to die, the yellow-skinned monkey-!!!"

Smith shook his neck and made a "click ... click ..." knuckles, and his face was also full of cat and mouse expressions.

When he came to Zhang Xiaofan, the original self-satisfaction was fierce. The Nepali saber on his right hand made a bright and terrifying cold mang in the air, and he went fiercely towards Zhang Xiaofan's neck. Greeted the past.

With his eyes narrowed, the Nepali Army Knife with flashes of cold maneuvers slashed in the direction of Zhang Xiaofan's neck.

If you really let this Nepali army knife be chopped, let alone Zhang Xiaofan's life can't be saved, it is estimated that even his own head will be cut off!

"Uh-!"

However, just at the moment of the moment, I saw Zhang Xiaofan didn't even look at it. He just raised his right hand at will, and grabbed his backhand. It was an accurate and straightforward hold of the Smith's grip. Sabre's right hand wrist.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, you — !!!"

This Smith had never dreamed of, but his confident killing blow had not worked.

Surprisingly ... was actually picked up by the other party so easily? !!

And it is worth mentioning that although the previous appearance of Smith on the surface looks like a slight enemy.

However, as a person who always hangs his head on the belt of his trousers in every battlefield in the world, he knows better than anyone, and Leo Botu also uses his full strengths.

If you are blindly arrogant and arrogant, and underestimate the enemy, on the **** battlefield where "people eat people", every minute and everybody will die ...