The fifth thousand five hundred and twenty-five chapters blood debt
Wan Lin heard Razor's last request before his death. He stared at Razor's hideous face and replied expressionlessly: "Okay! I promise you that no one will take these from your hands.
A blade. Now, I will ask you to repay the blood debt you owed to our Huaxia!" As he said that, his right hand was filled with a powerful internal force and suddenly raised it upwards. He raised his foot and was about to step forward!
At this moment, Razor suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Wan Lin to stop him from coming forward. He then raised his head, looked at the blue sky and shouted: "Okay, thank you Leopard Head! Today, I won't have to do this, Leopard Head.
, My Razor Life will never allow anyone to take it away, only myself, you all back down!"
With the razor's roar at the top of his lungs, his body standing in front of the garbage dump suddenly trembled. He stared at Wan Lin's eyes tightly, and his left hand suddenly raised his waist and patted hard.
The razor raised his hands and the two small blades sandwiched between the fingers of his hands followed, and suddenly turned into two sharp daggers in his raised hands.
A sword light followed by the boy. The dazzling sword light instantly covered the boy's whole body, and his whole body was covered by the whistling sword light.
In the dazzling sword light, the group of Feng Dao around him took a step forward, and his face showed a look of shock. They all understood Wan Lin's skills and knew that even a hard stone slab would be sharp to him.
The palm wind breaks and makes two pieces.
Moreover, they also saw that Razor was seriously injured in the mouth of blood in the palm wind blowing out by Wan Lin. But none of them expected that Razor could dance the blade in his hand so sharply when he was seriously injured.
, This kid has not completely lost his ability to resist!
At this time, Wan Lin had already taken a step back from the roar of the razor. He looked at the sword light flying in front of him and his eyes were still flashing.
Wan Lin's eyes were like a torch. When he was fighting with Razor just now, he could have seen that the two daggers whizzing through the air were tied with a thin silver wire.
The silver wire is extremely tough, and the two sharp daggers are retracted and placed freely in the hand of the razor, and the attack range can reach about two meters in a radius. Moreover, there is a faint smell on the sharp blade.
Now, the razor is dying the two daggers with these two silver wires connected to the fingers. This small blade is long and short, making people feel mysterious, and it may also carry it on it.
It has a very lethal poison that is almost tasteless and has extremely strong lethality.
Wan Lin stared at the sword light in front of him, and he thought to himself: "This razor is indeed a bit weird. Not only does he have strong ability to resist strikes, but he has also achieved excellent strength and agility. In terms of individual combat ability
, I'm afraid the Black Snake is not his opponent."
He then sighed in his heart: "Razor is indeed a rare master. He is a killer move, and even the virtual moves go straight to the opponent's key points. If he had not had rich experience in fighting the enemy, and
The unique body-protecting true energy of this kid's hand is difficult for ordinary masters to deal with."
"This kid's kung fu must have been honed on the battlefield of life and death. No wonder this kid was able to make such a big name with the blade in his hand. It seems that he has already shown all his abilities today
ah."
Wan Lin sighed in his heart, but he still secretly lifted an internal force into his hand, preventing the razor from struggling to death before he died. He had experienced many battles and knew that before the enemy completely put down the weapons in his hand, he would never have the slightest.
The general idea.
Wan Lin was filled with a powerful internal force with both hands, standing in front of the razor like a nail. He quietly looked at the silver sword light in front of him, and his face looked very calm.
At this time, although Wan Lin was ready to attack at any time, the murderous aura that surged from his eyes had disappeared without a trace.
He had already understood from the roar of Razor that Razor did not want his leopard head and any outsiders to take action. He, the defeated general, wanted to use his own battle to become famous to end his life with his own hands to protect his own Razor.
reputation.
Sure enough, in the sword light that the razor danced, suddenly roared at the sky with a series of sounds, and the dazzling sword light rose up. The two sharp daggers suddenly withdrew their arms as if they were two.
A silver snake suddenly penetrated his chest with a glance.
With a muffled groan, Razor's figure fell from the air. He leaned back and fell from the pile of old furniture behind him. A row of red blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.
In the blazing sunlight, the dazzling sword light suddenly disappeared! The little monks around were all staring at the razor lying on the old furniture.
At this time, Razor's eyes widened and looking at the blue sky. His eyes, which had just been lit, had become confused. His hands were spread on both sides of his body, and a thin silk thread was revealed between the gaps of his fingers.
The two daggers that were whistling in the air just now were already inserted into his chest, revealing only a small part of the knife's tail with two cold lights flashing.
A cold light also stretched out from the toes of Razor's two big feet. A few cold lights still showed a sharp murderous aura in the sun. A darkness surged on Razor's originally pale face.
color.
The pupils in the eyes of Feng Dao and others suddenly shrank, and the little monk murmured: "Razor is really... he is really suicide, he... the razor in his hand is too... so amazing, I'll get it...
Take it back and study it." He followed him to the razor, he bent down and raised his arm, and stretched out to the two blades inserted into the razor's chest.
At this moment, the two leopards who had been standing on the side of Wu Xueying and Lingling's shoulders suddenly let out a low roar, and the two leopards rushed to the front of the little monk like lightning.
They stood in front of Razor's chest, raised their right claws and hit the little monk's right hand with a faint red and blue light beam flashed in their eyes.
At this time, Wan Lin also roared in a low voice: "Jingheng, come back!" With the roar, he stepped behind the little monk and pulled the little monk from the razor to his side.
He then bent down and touched the razor's neck artery and said, "Don't you see the razor's face. The blade is poisonous, don't get close! I promised the razor just now and let his blade leave with him!"
Wan Lin then raised his hand and pointed at the dead razor, looking at Qian Bin who was walking, and said, "Director Qian, send someone to carry the razor away. Don't touch his weapons, cremate his body and the blade, there is a drama on it.