Zhang Wa saw the young monk suddenly pull out a pistol from his waist. He suddenly stretched out his left hand, grabbed the boy's wrist and twisted it sideways.
He quickly took off the kid's pistol and shouted sternly: "Where did you get the gun?" He knew that the kid had not undergone shooting training and was not equipped with a gun. He thought it was the little monk who secretly stole it from the army.
weapons.
The young monk saw that the expression of Senior Brother Zhang Wa, who had been smiling just now, suddenly changed. He immediately understood that Zhang Wa was suspecting him of stealing the pistol. He was so frightened that he quickly replied: "Report... report, it's me...
…I picked it up, no…it wasn’t stolen.”
When Feng Dao heard Zhang Wa's roar, he quickly turned around and glanced at the pistol Zhang Wa had grabbed. He immediately saw from the model of the pistol that it belonged to the boy who was killed when the young monk picked it up from the side wall.
pistol,
He looked at Zhang Wa and explained: "Zhang Wa, this is the pistol of the Razor Assistant who was shot dead at the wall just now. You should put it away first." He then looked at the little monk and said sternly: "Who asked you to come forward?
?Why don’t you obey orders? Do you think Razor has no ability to resist?”
Before Feng Dao finished speaking, the razor in the pile of broken furniture in front of him suddenly moved. He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, and then turned his blood-stained face to look at the little monk to the side.
At this time, the boy's two blood-red eyes showed a sinister look, and he looked at the young monk with a ferocious expression.
Obviously, the boy had heard what the young monk said just now, so he looked at the young monk angrily, with a strong murderous look in his eyes.
Razor stared at the little monk fiercely, and then he raised his right hand, and the dagger that had been inserted into the wooden board beside him returned to his hand like a silver snake.
Feng Dao and Zhang Wa saw Shao Shao suddenly looking fiercely at the young monk. They both shouldered the assault rifles in their hands and took half a step forward. Their burly bodies blocked the young monk behind them.
The two of them guarded their chests with their left hands and stretched their right hands forward. They looked at the ferocious face of Razor with cold eyes, and a murderous aura surged out of them at the same time!
Razor saw the two wind swordsmen stepping forward. He could tell at a glance that they were two masters who were also proficient in Chinese martial arts. A bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he pressed the old furniture that collapsed behind him with his left hand.
Then stand up.
But as soon as he moved, a biting pain immediately hit his mind. He took a breath of cold air, looked down at his right foot that was drooping under him, and then gently shook his head with a frustrated expression.
He knew that his foot bones had been broken by the palm of the leopard head in front of him, and his body had suffered severe internal injuries from the opponent's fierce palm wind. He was no longer able to fight with the leopard masters around him.
At this time, Wan Lin saw Shao Shao turning his head to look at the little monk. He also took a step forward, stared at Shao Shao's blood-stained face and said coldly: "Zhao Shao, the winner has been decided, now it's time to
It's time for you to repay your blood debt, do you have anything else to confess in the end?"
In Wan Lin's cold voice, he protected his chest with his left palm, and suddenly raised his right palm upwards, with a fierce murderous look in his eyes. A fierce palm wind was about to be struck from his palm!
"Slow down!" Shashao heard Wan Lin's cold voice, his eyes that were still fierce just now suddenly dimmed, he raised his right hand and shouted.
When Wan Lin heard the razor's harsh cry, he suddenly withdrew his right palm that was about to strike hard. He took a step back, looked coldly at the razor that fell in the garbage and shouted: "What else do you have to say?
explain!"
Razor glanced at the leopard team members who were all around him, and he pulled his left hand back fiercely. The dagger inserted in the wooden board on the left side also came out of the thick wooden board with a "snap" sound, and the sharp dagger followed.
He returned to Shao Shao's left hand and moved very quickly.
The people around looked at the dagger that suddenly returned to Shao Shao's hand, and the pupils in everyone's eyes suddenly shrank. They didn't expect that Shao Sha was seriously injured, but he still had such skill in his hand, and he could throw out the dagger in an instant.
Back in the palm of your hand.
At this time, the little monk's eyes widened and he murmured in shock: "My... my God, this... this kid can still fight back." He had just seen the razor's mouth vomiting blood, and he really thought that this was the case.
The boy has lost the ability to resist.
When Shazhao heard the young monk's cry, he turned his head and stared at the young monk coldly. A look of ridicule suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the dagger he held tightly in his hand shook slightly at the young monk.
At this moment, Razor seems to be telling the little monk: At any time, you should not despise your enemy. Otherwise, you can only pay the price of blood and life!
Shazhao took a deep breath, pushed the wooden board next to him with both hands and stood up. He stood on one foot on the ground and swayed for a moment, then stood in front of Wan Lin as motionless as a nail.
He looked at Wan Lin with a sinister expression, and his hands suddenly shook. The two long daggers in his hands suddenly retracted at this moment, and turned into a small blade again between his fingers.
He looked at Wan Lin and said bluntly in Chinese: "Today, my razor can be defeated by your leopard head, and it has indeed not insulted the reputation of my razor. You are a real soldier, and I can be defeated by you before dying."
In the hands of a master, it’s my razor’s honor!”
Razor said in a sinister tone. He then raised his hands to reveal the blades in his hands. Looking at the laborious blades in his hands, he said with some emotion: "I am famous for these blades on my body. They have become a part of my body."
As he spoke, he opened his mouth and spurted a mouthful of blood to the side. There was a dark look in his eyes and he murmured: "I didn't expect that my razor would fail and I would leave this world. Leopard Head is right,
My hands are stained with the blood of you Chinese people, and I should pay for it with my razor life!"
Shazhao said this with emotion, suddenly raised his head and looked at Wan Lin and said: "Leopard Head, considering that I am a dying man and have a certain reputation, I ask you, a Chinese soldier, to let these few pieces of my body go."
The blade disappeared into this world along with my razor."
He then shook the blade in his right hand, looked at Wan Lin with a ferocious expression and shouted: "Leopard Tou, my razor was born with these blades. Now I hope these blades will disappear with me. Can you help me?"
Will this wish come true?”
Shazhao said, a look of longing suddenly flashed in his dark eyes. He stared motionlessly at Wan Lin in front of him, both hands holding the blade were trembling slightly, and his expression looked very excited.