Urban Demon Slayer

To the east of the city, on the ruins of a certain urban village.

"This old man is really good at fighting!"

"Yes, he actually injured more than a dozen of us..."

"It's a blessing that he was merciful and didn't attack our fatal spot, otherwise a few of us would have died now..."

A group of hooligans were holding knives and sticks and muttering. A dozen of them were injured, either covering their arms or legs, with blood dripping down.

Among them, the dying Sun Youcai was lying on the ground, with bruises and bruises on his head, scars and footprints all over his body, and blood flowing through his long-washed white uniform. The shining badge on his chest was at least Most of it was lost, and the short military spur hung limply in his hand.

"What are you talking about..." The fat middle-aged man came over, squatted on the ground and looked at Sun Youcai helplessly.

"This...this is my home...no one...no one can take another step forward." Sun Youcai said weakly.

"Didn't I tell you that I would compensate you for two big houses!" said the middle-aged man.

The man sighed softly.

"I... I don't want a big house... I want my home... This is my last... last memory..." Due to his injuries, Sun Youcai not only never married, but also had no children. Only this old house It reminds him of the scene when his parents and relatives were still alive.

"Stubborn..." The middle-aged man took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then waved his hand and said, "Drag him aside, and then send him to a big hospital for proper treatment!"

Because he couldn't figure out the other party's identity, the middle-aged man never dared to be cruel. This time, with Mr. Xin's guarantee, he made up his mind.

A group of hooligans rushed up and lifted Sun Youcai up with all their hands.

"Push it!" The middle-aged man turned back and waved at several excavators.

The sound of "boom, boom, boom" sounded as the tracks of several excavators ran over the road and pushed towards Sun Youcai's two-story building.

"I'll fight you!"

At this moment, Sun Youcai suddenly roared, like a lion flashing back his light.

He jumped up, broke free from the restraints around him, and rushed towards the middle-aged man with a military thorn in his hand.

"blow--"

The military spear flashed a cold light in the air and stabbed the middle-aged man in the shoulder.

Yes, until this moment, Sun Youcai didn't want his life, he just hoped to scare him away!

But the middle-aged man misunderstood. After all, the shoulders and neck are very close.

"Dry!"

The middle-aged man scolded, took out a gun from his waist, and hit Sun Youcai with a bang, hitting him in the chest.

This old man who went to the battlefield thirty years ago and fought against both M Country and Sakura Country did not fall into the hands of the enemy, but fell under the bullets of his own people.

The bulldozer stopped, and everyone was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Sun Youcai on the ground.

"Huh-huh-"

The middle-aged man gasped and wiped the sweat from his head with the back of his hand. He also looked at Sun Youcai on the ground anxiously.

"Damn, what a shame!" the middle-aged man cursed, and then directed everyone, "Quick, lift it up!"

Get to my car—"

"Little genius!"

At this moment, a loud shout rang out, and an old man who was also over sixty ran over, but he was dressed very strangely. Behind him was a cloak with the golden word "Zhan" printed on it, and a black knife on his shoulder. The lacquered steel knife.

"Little talented man!" Zhou Weiguo rushed over like the wind and threw himself in front of Sun Youcai.

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On the road a few kilometers away from Zhezhe's car wash shop.

Since he decided to fight, Wang Qianchen would not hesitate. His body gradually bent down, and then he got down on all fours, staring directly at the five flavors.

"...Are you also a monster?" Seeing this scene, the five-flavored man frowned slightly. After all, the demon-slayer would not fight in this posture, and the talking brick in his hand made him wonder. This doubt is not surprising.

"Talk too much!"

Wang Qianchen kicked off his hind legs, and rushed forward like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Wu Weiren, and then hit him hard on the head with a brick.

"So fast

Spend! "

The people of Wuweiwei were surprised. The other party was only in the early stage of the Earth Realm. How come his speed was not inferior to his own?

It was just that the bricks were about to hit his head. Wu Weiren had no time to think too much. He first dodged to avoid it, and then made a knife-like hand and slashed it towards Wang Qianchen's neck. In a daze, he could still see the faint light of the knife.

"Clap his hand!" Banzhu shouted.

Wang Qianchen held a brick and smashed Wu Weiren's hand hard.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

The two of them swung it a few times each, and the knives collided with the bricks, causing little sparks to appear.

"What kind of monster is this with such sharp hands?" Wang Qianchen looked surprised.

"I don't know, knife? Sword? They don't look alike..." Ban Bian was also quite puzzled.

Two days ago, even if Wang Qianchen was as fast as Wu Weiguo, he would still be hard-pressed to defeat him in terms of combat effectiveness. However, after learning boxing and kicking from Zhou Weiguo, he did master a lot of ways to deal with the enemy and was able to fight against Wu Weiguo. People are on par with each other.

(End of chapter)