Ono, who was rubbing his eyes, felt the sound of the wind coming. He swung the military spike in his hand and placed it in front of his head, blocking the path of the disinfectant.

Under the strong pressure, the bag of disinfectant was cut open without any suspense, and the transparent liquid with countless bubbles covered Ono's face.

"Baga." In just a few seconds, Ono was hit three times in a row, but the fear in his heart was infinitely amplified. The opponent was really a dragon's blood, and he had absolute inspiration in using the environment and grasping the timing.

and skilled techniques. The opponent is very strong. This is Ono's most pertinent evaluation of Lin Hun.

Conspiracy has always been synonymous with power in Zhe Peng, and it is also an indispensable quality for a killer.

Fear is innate, regardless of the strength of men or women. Under the threat of death, Ono waved the dagger in his hand in a panic, trying to prevent the other party from getting closer. It would take at least five seconds for his eyesight to recover. It would be impossible if he could delay it for one second.

One second.

But Lin Hun couldn't delay. The resources in his hands were almost exhausted. All he could use now was his own body and the Swiss Army Knife in his hand.

The narrow passage gave Lin Huan great convenience. After running a few steps, he stepped on the sloping stone wall, jumped into the air, grabbed Xiao Ye's shoulders, and almost turned sideways, avoiding the random stabs of the army.

The left side jumped behind Ono and at the same time threw Ono towards the wall.

"Bump", Ono hit the stone wall hard, his left hand tightly covering the back of his head, which felt warm.

Lin Hun smelled a smell of blood, which seemed to be the unique smell of blood of the Japs. Taking advantage of Ono's brief absence, Lin Hun grabbed the right hand corner of the military thorn with his left hand and knocked hard against the stone.

The strong willpower of the Zhepeng people is vividly reflected here. Ono's right hand is dripping with blood, and the white bones are even exposed on his back, but the military thorn is still firmly grasped in his hand. He is waiting, eyesight

The final kick in the moment of recovery.

Lin Hun, who was holding a Swiss Army Knife in his right hand, couldn't find the angle to cut. The opponent shrank his head very experiencedly and protected his head and face with his left arm. The first knife just made a small cut on the opponent's face, and the second knife only made a small cut on the opponent's face.

The knife drilled a small hole in his left arm.

These are not fatal injuries, and they are nothing even to a mercenary like Ono. Unfortunately, although this Swiss Army knife is sharp, the blade is too short, and the blade is not even locked, so it cannot effectively kill. But crazy

The Lin Hun still pulled out several long slits on Xiaoye's body, and in some places the bones were even deep.

As if back in a dream, the young man holding an AK-ST in his right hand and a 97 Army bayonet in his left hand was on the position, not dodging the flying stray bullets, and frantically killing the invaders. The bayonet in his left hand brought out a string of

The strings of blood beads are like a dedicated painter splashing ink on a painting, and like a music conductor playing a magnificent symphony.

Lin Hun's right hand was covered with spattered blood drops. The Swiss Army Knife was a little slippery. The smell of blood stimulated his taste buds. He subconsciously licked the red color on the corner of his mouth. It was fishy and salty, and the entrance felt a little slippery. It was full of mouth.

The bloody Lin Hun woke up.

A few seconds passed, and Ono woke up from the severe pain. He seemed to have calmed down from the panic, and his eyesight began to slowly recover. He finally saw the opponent clearly, with a young face and a knife-like face.

It is ferocious and perseverant. Unfortunately, both its strength and attack methods are too immature. It has the shadow of dragon blood, but does not have the effect of dragon blood.

Xiao Ye was completely relieved, and still protected his neck, head and face and other vital parts tightly, not giving Lin Hun any chance to take advantage of him. But the general stabbed him with his right hand, held it with his backhand, swung his wrist sideways, and cut towards Lin Hun.

The left wrist is messed up.

It was so powerful that Lin Hun had to let go of Ono's right hand, stepped back, and kicked his opponent's lower body with his right foot at the same time, but was blocked by Ono's slightly bent knee.

The opponent's military thorn is in hand, and he has lost his absolute advantage.

"Baga, you are not a dragon's blood, you are just an ordinary person, haha. Haha." Ono let out a desolate laugh, feeling relieved after a disaster.

"What is dragon blood?" Lin Hun pointed the Swiss Army knife in his hand at Xiaoye and looked around cautiously. What he was most afraid of now was the bear bully coming in.

"It doesn't matter whether you know it or not. You are going to die anyway. You only have so little fighting power and you still want to fight against the bloody sun. I don't know whether I should admire your courage or pity your ignorance."

Ono touched the wound on his chest with his hand and licked the blood on his hand. At this time, there was a small pool of blood at his feet, reflecting a faint reflection in the cave.

"Hmph, you're a tough talker. Tell me who the dragon's blood is, and I'll spare your life."

Xiaoye was seriously injured, and this was what Lin Huan wanted. Although Xiaoye was as dangerous as an injured tiger at this moment, at this moment, he couldn't lose his momentum, let alone lose Huaxia's face. Although he didn't know

How much entanglement does he have with China?

"It doesn't matter who the dragon blood is, what's important is that you know who you are? むしけら(,you insignificant villain)."

Before he could finish speaking, Ono had already picked up the military thorn and stabbed Lin Huan in the chest. The slender blade quickly cut through the air, making a slight sound of breaking through the air.

"Do you Zhepeng people only play sneak attacks?" Lin Huan sidestepped and dodged, "On July 7, September 18, Pearl Harbor, and the Diaoyu Islands, there were undeclared wars, and you still call yourself a country of samurai? Isn't the spirit of Bushido being used?

Come to ruin it."

As he spoke, Lin Huan launched a counterattack. The moment he lost his body, the Swiss Army knife in his right hand quickly slid down, drawing a shallow bloodstain on Ono's right arm.

Ono's tricks don't need to be old. When he thrust into the air, the bayonet changed direction and cut across Lin Hun's abdomen.

"That's called strategy, you don't understand." The assassin who committed seppuku went empty-handed, but the direction changed and thrust straight up into Lin Huan's jaw. This is the standard assassination move of the Zhe Peng Army. It is called Putzi, which comes from sumo wrestling.

The inspiration gained from his movements evolved into bayonet techniques. It seems that Ono has a strong military background.

"This assassination of a helpless little girl is also a strategy?"

Lin Hun pressed the crook of Xiao Ye's right hand with both hands and kicked his right leg towards Xiao Ye's lower abdomen. However, he was accidentally hit by a punch on the bridge of his nose.

"Ouch." Lin Hun dropped his opponent on the spot, jumped back, and squatted on the ground holding his nose. Xiaoye's punch was very powerful. When racing at night, Lin Hun's nose bone was slightly injured. Now

He received another heavy blow and probably broke it.

Poor Lin Hun, tears fell down.

"Weep, Chinese people. You are worthy of crying in front of our Yamato nation."

After a successful blow, Ono suddenly became arrogant and flew forward with his right foot, kicking Lin Hun's arm that covered his face and sending him flying away.

"My nose, I just want it to look better, and you broke it. I will tear you apart."

Lin Hun, who was running amok, had no time to wait for Xiao Ye to retract his legs. When he was leaning back, his legs were stirred up, and he used a half-shot trick to grab Xiao Ye's right leg and fall backwards.

Ono's center of gravity was unstable and he could only lean forward. On Lin Huan's legs, two hard heels directly kicked Ono's chin. This was a complete mistake.

The "click" sound of teeth clenching gave Lin goosebumps all over his body.

Ono covered his mouth in pain and made a vague "Woo" sound. The fingers of his left hand were filled with blood and big tears rolled down.

"Wow", he opened his mouth and stuck out half of his tongue.

"Let you talk and stick out your tongue."

Beating up a drowned dog, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Lin Huan grasped this very well, flying into the air and kicking, his left foot kicked the opponent's right wrist holding the knife, and his right foot kicked his chin again.

"Crack", Ono's head tilted back hard, his neck bones made a crisp sound, and his whole body fell backwards.

"Tell me, who is Dragon Blood?"

Lin Hun lifted Xiaoye up by his collar and added a military thorn to his right hand.

"Huhu." Xiaoye was speechless. Blood spurted out of his mouth. Even if Lin didn't use his hands, his trachea would be clogged with blood in five minutes and he would suffocate to death.
Chapter completed!