Blood flowed out along the broken neck, and in an instant a small pool formed, with a smell of blood coming towards him.
"This is the knife," Yan Murong didn't even look at the corpse, weighed the dagger in his hand, sighed, and muttered, "There are more than a dozen people, it's really troublesome,"
After the words came, Yan Murong's figure disappeared again, continuing to hide in the darkness, waiting to hunt down the next target.
Yan Murong felt that these dead men were too stupid, otherwise he would be in danger of being surrounded by shouting just now. However, the other party did not do so, but he had to attack with his head after both wrists were broken by him.
Is it difficult to kill someone? The answer is not certain.
At least in Yan Murong's eyes, killing someone is like killing a chicken.
He is a pervert.
No, he just doesn't want to die.
When the old man threw him on the mountain and asked him to fight against the beasts in the mountain, he didn't want to kill those beasts. In his opinion, not to mention animals, even every flower and every grass has life--- -What a pity to kill such a cute little animal.
But not long after, Yan Murong gave up this stupid idea----If he doesn't kill, he will become the other party's supper.
"Swoosh,"
Yan Murong appeared again, a dark light flashed across the dagger in his hand, and the target pointed directly at the neck of one of the men who were dressed up.
Blood flashed by, and the enemy died.
Yan Murong knew that if he was not cruel, it would be cruel to him. Therefore, his moves were cruel, each move was a killer move, and the target was the opponent's neck.
The throat, heart, is the part with the highest fatality rate in the human body. The reason why Yan Murong did not choose the other party's heart as the target is because when the dagger was inserted into the human heart, although the other party had no hope of survival, it was in just a few seconds. There are still some reactions inside-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -The head is gone, what else can he use to think and fight back?
At this time, Yan Murong was like a god of death, with one dagger on his own. Every time he appeared, he would harvest a person's head. After a moment, six headless corpses appeared in the woods.
It’s not that the opponent is too weak, but that Yan Murong is too fast, so fast that the enemy cannot capture him at all.
"Devil, this guy is a devil who came out of hell," the remaining few dead men looked at the headless corpse on the ground and were frightened.
In order not to let the devil hunt one by one, these dead soldiers gathered together and gave up the idea of scattered searches.
They are dead soldiers, they have no pain, they are willing to give up their lives for their masters--but they are cut off their heads by those who are unclear, which is not what they hope.
"Notify the owner not to come in," said one of the dead men. "The target is too dangerous."
"It's too late," another dead soldier shook his head, pointed to the light that was gradually approaching behind him, and said, "The master has arrived,"
Soon, Mitsui Yingshu walked over under the protection of two dead soldiers. When she saw the headless corpse on the ground and a lonely head a few meters away, a surprised light flashed in her eyes.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Mitsui Shin-shou looked around vigilantly, watching several dead soldiers whispering.
"Master, the target is dangerous, you go first," said a dead soldier, "we have six dead,"
"Six dead," Mitsui's eyes were full of fear and disbelief. He knew the strength of these dead men best. Almost everyone was at the level of a Taekwondo black belt, and they had no pain nerves as long as they did not die. Even if they are seriously injured, they are all dangerous people who are killed.
"Yes, six died, all of them were killed in one move----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Let's go, let's go quickly," Mitsui shouted in horror. He did underestimate Yan Murong's strength. It was terrible that he could kill six people without knowing it while he was all holding guns. .
It is not easy to train these dead soldiers. The surgery to cut off the pain nerves is very troublesome, and the money spent is also a huge number. In the past ten years, he has only trained more than twenty dead soldiers. Ten of them died in a few days, which made him feel distressed and bleeding.
These dead soldiers are his capital to save his life. If they all died here, he might not be able to survive. Therefore, Mitsui Haijun doesn't care about chasing Yan Murong anymore. The only idea is to run away. Since Mitsui Masao has been controlled by himself Then I still have the capital to fight Mitsui Shun Akira again.
It’s a pity that Mitsui Hashi’s idea is very good, but he is a little naive.
At this time, Yan Murong was the hunter in the dark night, and this forest was his hunting ground--a qualified hunter would not be allowed to enter his hunting ground to leave alive.
"Swoosh swish swish-----"
Three sounds of breaking through the air came, and then three muffled sounds made by the body falling to the ground.
"Hurry, protect the master," a dead soldier shouted, and instantly threw Mitsui Yingshun to the ground with his own body, and then moved to behind a tree under the protection of other dead trainers.
Looking at the position just now, I was frightened to find that the three sounds of falling to the ground came from my three companions. All of them fell on the ground with a pencil in their foreheads. Wooden signs of thickness.
"Shoot, shoot quickly," Mitsui Yuto hid among several dead soldiers with his head in his arms, screaming in horror in his voice.
"Bang bang bang-----"
Gunshots were everywhere, and several dead soldiers shot aimlessly. Unfortunately, after the gunshots, all they heard was the "rustling" sound of leaves falling.
"Hurry, shoot quickly," Mitsui Hoshi shouted when he heard the gunshots stopped.
"Master, we don't have many bullets. If we shoot again, there will be no bullets," a dead soldier explained, "This place is not very far from the roadside, at most 800 meters away. We protect our master. You go first.”
"Okay, okay, go quickly, protect me quickly, go first," Mitsui Yingshu was almost scared to tears. She could not care about the lives and deaths of these dead soldiers. Her only thought was to hold her own life first.
Yes, Mitsui Haijoon regrets it-----He doesn't regret betraying the family, but he regrets being involved in such a powerful enemy as Yan Murong.
Although he has only one person, his ability is not limited by the number of people.
You see, Superman is just one person, but he can save a country.
Yan Murong is not a superman, so he doesn't need to do the things he saves, but it's easy to let him kill a few people.