Twisted Realm

Meng Xuan's vision augmented by the ritual saw that their hands had already reached into the waist of the windbreaker, where there were obvious protrusions.

He lowered his head and stood there, holding the handle of the wooden knife tightly with both hands, as if he had encountered something difficult to decide, and was contemplating.

But in fact, he was quickly looking at his surroundings.

The alley is only about five meters wide, and it is between two residential buildings. There is no such thing as a wall.

As for the terrain, it is flat, except for a few trash cans in the middle, without any cover or items that can be used as weapons.

Even if you call for help at this time, no one of the residents here would dare to meddle in such a thing.

It's really a good place to choose.

Meng Xuan sighed a little.

Three figures in front, three behind and six figures gradually approached Meng Xuan from the end of the alley.

The cold hairs all over his body were standing upside down, and his sense of crisis, which had been strengthened by the strange sensation ritual, was giving a frantic warning at this time, but for some reason, Meng Xuan felt calm in his heart.

He even wondered who was going to deal with him.

Is it because his strange ritual was detected by some existence?

This may not be absent, but it shouldn't be big.

It is more likely that...

"Isis..."

Meng Xuan said the name slowly, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

He originally thought that he had been so cowardly, and even quit the Tianhe Swordsmanship Museum directly. The other party should be satisfied, but he did not expect that he still underestimated the cruelty and madness of this person.

Since this is the case...

Bowing his head in thought, Meng Xuan raised his head abruptly, holding the handle of the wooden knife in both hands, and rushed towards the three black trench coats at the end of the alley.

Zheng! !

The six black trench coats were no longer hidden, and the arms that stretched into the waist were drawn out. The six long and narrow machetes that were shining brightly reflected the cold light of bright and dark under the illumination of the dim streetlights.

Brush brush brush!

The knives in the hands of the three people in the alley were raised and dropped at the same time from different directions and angles.

Clang!

In the narrow alley with a width of only five meters, Meng Xuan had no room to dodge at all, and a strong sense of crisis enveloped his whole body.

Trouble.

Meng Xuan narrowed his eyes. Obviously, these swordsmen were not put together temporarily, but after a certain amount of training.

Must get a knife!

Meng Xuan looked at the wooden knife in his hand. There were three deep slashes in the previous confrontation, and the next time it was definitely scrapped, he had to praise the quality of the wooden knife.

Without weapons, I have no resistance at all, so I am afraid I will explain it here today.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the trash can not far away and the three knifemen who were rushing towards him behind him.

Bang!

He slammed into the situation and knocked over the trash can directly, causing the knifemen rushing from behind to stagnate, and then immediately felt the cold sense of crisis behind him. A donkey rolled sideways to avoid the three knifemen at the alley. kill.

Rise up!

Stab!

Meng Xuan rolled to the ground like a spirit monkey, and the wooden sword in his hand stabbed ruthlessly at one of the three swordsmen at the end of the alley, bypassing the blade he cut and stabbing him in the abdomen.

The three swordsmen were also experienced and subconsciously slashed, covering almost all of Meng Xuan's travel routes.

Can't avoid it!

But the hands, feet, chest, abdomen, waist and ribs should not be injured!

Meng Xuan was particularly sober at this time.

The strange feeling was reminding him of the location of the machete. Although he couldn't dodge it, he still tried his best to move his body and avoid the key point.

Pooh!

There were two hideous stab wounds on Meng Xuan's back, and blood spattered out.

And the wooden knife in his hand also successfully stabbed one of the knifemen. In the pain of the opponent, he picked up the tip of the knife and easily picked up the machete in the opponent's hand and held it in his own.

Brush brush brush!

The machetes in the hands of the three knives in the alley behind him all fell, giving Meng Xuan no time to breathe.

The severe pain in the back and the sense of crisis of the crazy warning tormented Meng Xuan's nerves.

An uncontrollable desire for cruelty, distortion, anger, and destruction occupied Meng Xuan's mind like a devil.

"Want me to die?!"

At this moment, Meng Xuan's paranormal ability was stimulated to the extreme.

Almost instinctively, he twisted his body against common sense, avoiding the blade, and at the same time, the blade of the machete in his hand was facing upwards, struggling to pick it up.

It's like Paoding Jie Niu.

The palm of a knife hand holding the knife was directly cut off from the weak part of the wrist joint, and flew in the air, and the round and white joint bones could be vaguely seen.

Blood splattered, and the remaining four swordsmen were shocked by this strange scene and experienced a brief delay.

This is the human skeleton! How can it be said that it will stop!

brush!

A blade that was as fast as a poisonous snake slashed, and another knifeman's wrist was cut off from the joint, and the whole body flew up, blood splashed everywhere, and a shrill scream.

Meng Xuan was holding a machete and stood in the middle, his face was covered with splashes of blood. On the ground were the three swordsmen who fell to the ground and wailed, and their stumps were still shaking and twitching shortly after they separated from their bodies.

Gollum.

I don't know who took a sip first, and the hands of the three knives holding knives trembled slightly.

"what!"

One of the swordsmen let out a roar, suppressed the fear in his heart, waved the machete in his hand, and slashed fiercely at Meng Xuan.

brush!

With a flash of silver light, UU read www.uukanshu. com His palms detached from his body and flew high.

At this moment, Meng Xuan really understood the use of the combination of psychic powers and swordsmanship.

Strong sense of danger and neural responses are used to avoid attacks, and dynamic vision and body coordination are used to seize opportunities and attack the opponent's joint weaknesses.

By bypassing the key hard bones and finding the joints, the human body can naturally be easily cut off!

control!

Meng Xuan suddenly understood the essence of Chikun's saber technique, not only controlling the strength of his entire body to explode on the blade, but also controlling the saber technique to precisely slash any subtle weakness in the human body.

Accurate, cruel, fierce, and efficient, it is like an arm and a finger, looking for a gap, not a ruthless slashing!

Chikun swordsmanship is actually an elegant killing technique.

The remaining two swordsmen looked at Meng Xuan with fear in their eyes.

Six people surrounded and killed one, taking advantage of the right time and place, but in just a few rounds, they were actually killed by the enemy. From beginning to end, they only slashed the opponent twice when they had no weapons... ·

Their confidence and courage have been completely chopped to pieces by Meng Xuan's sword.

The two of them looked at each other without saying a word, turned around and ran away.

But Meng Xuan wasn't ready to let them go just like that.

Do you want to leave so easily after cutting yourself off?

After half a minute.

Like their companions, the two swordsmen fell to the ground, clutching their severed palms and screaming in pain.

Meng Xuan didn't need to ask questions, he easily asked what he wanted from these fearful knives.

"Isis..."

Meng Xuan felt the severe pain caused by the two deep stab wounds on his back, and repeated the name calmly.