Zhuo Yifan had an indifferent look on his face, not even thinking about evading the opponent's attack. The warrior saw that the tip of his knife was almost piercing Zhuo Yifan's chest, and there was a sharp look in his eyes, and he was faintly excited. But
Before he could get happy, the tip of the knife that he thought could be inserted into Zhuo Yifan's chest suddenly deflected and slid towards Zhuo Yifan, without his control at all. It turned out that Zhuo Yifan was
When the tip of the knife was about to pierce into his chest, he took action quickly, and just flicked the tip of the knife to deflect the direction in which it was coming!
The samurai's whole body rushed forward involuntarily due to inertia. Before he could retract his sword and make another move, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and then a distance made him fall back involuntarily.
It flew out and hit the concrete floor hard.
When the surrounding group of warriors and disciples saw this situation, they had no time to be polite to Zhuo Yifan. A large group of people rushed towards Zhuo Yifan and the three of them.
The melee was about to break out, but the situation turned out to be one-sided. Zhuo Yifan threw several warriors to the ground in a few seconds. He held a katana he snatched from an unknown warrior in his hand, and rushed three more warriors up.
The disciple was stabbed over by himself, and blood spilled out instantly. The three people who fell on the ground were in the best condition and had one of their arms cut off.
Zhuo Yifan's god-like killing skills made the disciples and warriors stunned, but the fear in their eyes was quickly replaced by anger. It must be said that the Bushido spirit of the islanders is indeed very awesome, even if they know that they will die.
, but they are still fighting one after another. Zhuo Yifan doesn't care about giving others a high hat. Since the other party is seeking death, he can only help him. He plays with the sword in his hand so much that he can almost see the sword god clearly. As long as he gets close to anyone within two meters of his body,
No one was stabbed by Zhuo Yifan on the spot and then kicked to the ground mercilessly!
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty people surrounding Zhuo Yifan fell down. The scene was quite shocking.
Although Chen Meili and Hou Qing were not as domineering as Zhuo Yifan, they did not show any mercy in their hands. Everyone who rushed up had already fallen to the ground, and their political achievements were comparable to Zhuo Yifan's.
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As a result, in less than a minute, the fifty or sixty people who had just rushed to the front yard fell to the ground, and no one could still stand!
Just after clearing up this wave, more than 20 people came out of the backyard. Most of these people were middle-aged people, with a fierce look between their brows, and they all looked like vicious people, with their hands
Naturally, the number of lives lost is indispensable, not to mention the group of new disciples we dealt with earlier!
"Who are you?" The leading middle-aged man glanced at the disciples on the ground. He didn't know how many of them were still alive, and his face was extremely gloomy.
"Where is Beichen Pingchuan? If this old boy doesn't come out, I won't mind killing all the people in your bullshit dojo!" Zhuo Yifan did not answer the middle-aged man's words, but snorted coldly.
"What a loud tone." The middle-aged man's nose was almost bent because of the anger. Just when he was about to have an attack, he suddenly heard a middle-aged man next to him shouting: "He is Zhuo Yifan... He is the master. Let us
Someone to deal with!”
"Zhuo Yifan?" The middle-aged man came back to his senses and couldn't help but look Zhuo Yifan up and down with a shocked expression.