The razor exited from Wan Lin's whistling feet. He stood firm and looked at Wan Lin in shock for a moment. Then he raised his hand and pointed to him coldly and shouted: "Okay, your leopard head is indeed worthy of its reputation, and it is indeed rare to be found on him.
The kung fu at first sight is a top expert that I have never seen before!"
After saying that, his face suddenly turned ashen, and he looked at Wan Lin and roared: "Leopard head, you are ready, my razor is here!" As he spoke, his body shook and suddenly rushed toward Wan Lin with a dagger in his left hand.
The long blade suddenly retracted between his fingers, and a cold light flashed from his palm, and he rushed straight to Wan Lin's chest and slapped it vigorously.
At this time, Razor had already understood that the leopard head in front of him was indeed true. This leopard head with profound Chinese martial arts was a sharp blade that could be unsheathed at any time. The other party did not look down on him, nor did he despise him.
Sharp blade in hand.
Now, even if he was holding a sharp blade in his hand, he probably wouldn't be able to take any advantage! Therefore, in the strong wind that Wan Lin waved, he suddenly retracted the extended blade from his fingers, revealing a touch directly in his palm
Han Guang slapped Wan Lin's chest vigorously.
The razor shook his body in the roar and rushed to Wan Lin's right side like lightning. A cold light flashed between his left fingers and went straight to Wan Lin's chest and slapped it.
Wan Lin looked coldly at the Razor that rushed over again. His feet slightly opened, his hands naturally drooped, and his body was as if he was nailed to the roof of the building. He stared at Razor with a cold look in his eyes.
Just as Razor slapped his chest with his left hand, Wan Lin's right hand suddenly raised, and a cold wind was sucked straight to the slap of his left hand and wrist.
At this moment, the left palm that the razor hit suddenly retracted, and the right hand raised up at the same time. The small blade that was originally sandwiched between the fingers suddenly appeared at the top of the fingers of the palm, and a cold light rushed straight to Wan Lin's neck.
The razor was as fast as lightning. Its feet rushed to Wan Lin's side in an instant. The movements on both hands were almost done in one go, and in a blink of an eye it appeared on Wan Lin's chest and neck.
Xiaoya and others around were nervously looking at Wan Lin and Razor in the field. When the people saw the razor's fierce attack, they took half a step forward unconsciously, and the assault rifle in their hands was about to lift up.
But they immediately held the assault rifle tightly and hung the muzzle down.
They knew Wan Lin and knew that he was the only one who said he wanted to face the razor alone, even if he died under the enemy, he would not let his comrades around him take a step forward!
At this time, Feng Dao and others had already seen that this razor was indeed extraordinary. His fighting movements did not have any moves, but instead he used moves to go straight to the opponent's key points.
A group of leopard players and Qian Bin around them are all rare fighting experts. They have seen from Razor's movements that Razor's moves seem to have no moves, and they are heading straight for the opponent like a fight in the market.
go.
But Feng Dao and the others are all experts. A few people could see at a glance that Razor's fighting skills were tempered from the battlefield of life and death. Razor's hands and feet all had a killing momentum.
It was a kind of death momentum!
If Razor hadn't had a face-to-face life and death experience on the battlefield countless times, he would not have brought such momentum, nor would he have made such a sharp attack.
Razor has no unnecessary movement in his action, and he goes straight to the opponent's vital point. As long as another action is implemented, the opponent will never have the possibility of surviving. This Razor has entered the highest level of a killer!
At this time, the little monk who was grabbed by Feng Dao and Zhang Wa stared at Wan Lin and the other two on the field with wide eyes. While observing the movements of the razor, he murmured in a low voice: "This...this
The boy's movement...how is it so fast? The leopard... The leopard's head is too dangerous. You let go of me, I... I'll give him a dart!" The boy then twisted his body again, struggling to pull it out
Get out the dart in the hidden weapon bag at the waist.
Feng Dao heard the little monk's cry, and he turned around and stared at the struggling little monk and roared in a low voice: "Jingheng, you can't see how big you are. If Razor hadn't been worried just now,
I dare not attack you with all my might. Now that you are lying here, what are you calling? How old do you think you are, you really have the ability to deal with a famous spy like Razor alone?! Stay honestly and see what it means
A true master showdown!”
When the little monk heard Feng Dao's low roar, his body trembled suddenly, and his struggled body suddenly stopped. His right hand, which was holding a dart around his waist, hung down.
The roar of the wind sword seemed to be enlightened, which made the angry little monk suddenly calm down. In the past, the little monk only knew that the master taught a kind of profound martial arts in China, but he did not know the power of it, let alone the
Know the role of this kind of kung fu in killing enemies.
But since he met Wan Lin and a group of people and followed these excellent special forces to carry out several missions, he not only killed several outstanding mercenaries in the operation.
Moreover, he was also in action and injured the famous sniper Black Snake. This made the young man who was less than slim to his prime suddenly feel a sense of pride and complacent, and he completely treats himself as nothing.
A knight who can't.
During this period, the young monk had seen Wan Lin and his deep skills. He knew that the martial arts he had learned since childhood could not be compared with Wan Lin's senior brothers and sisters for the time being, but he always thought that he would kill those
The foreign bastard is still more than enough.
Even the razor in front of him also retreated under his quick attack just now, so he thought he was fully capable and one-on-one to deal with this kid.
But Feng Dao's roar made the boy suddenly wake up. He looked at the razor's lightning-fast attack, and suddenly understood in his heart that if Wan Lin hadn't stimulated the leopard head with cold words just now when he was hijacked.
Razor stayed in. Razor did not kill him, the little hostage, for his reputation.
Otherwise, Razor would have killed him as a young monk when he was surrounded. Even when Razor let go of his hand and attacked himself, Razor would use the sharp blade in his hand to slash at him.
neck.
Even if he could dodge with his quick body skills, he could not avoid being able to get through the blade that suddenly lengthened in the razor's hand, and be able to avoid being cut through his thin neck by the sharp blade that suddenly became longer!
Now, even Wan Lin, a senior brother with extremely skilled skills, is facing a great enemy in the fierce attack of Razor, and is in an extremely dangerous situation. He is indeed not able to deal with a master like Razor.