"me!"

The bald head spat out the cigarette in his mouth, and rushed forward with his knife first.

As soon as the bald head moved, more than 20 people behind him also moved in unison, and they ran quickly.

Li Tian was puzzled, and glanced forward suspiciously, and then, his face became suspicious.

Over there, Wang Bing played against more than a dozen people, and the form was actually a large number of people, a one-sided situation!

He stopped, stood where he was, and didn't follow any further.

Wang Bing's strength once again exceeded his expectations, so he hesitated and didn't dare to follow forward, deciding in his heart that it was better for him to see it from afar.

When they have cleaned up Wang Bing, he will go over again, and if there is an accident, he will be here, and he will have time to run.

……

"Kill!"

Soon, the bald brother Liang led someone to kill.

Most of the people who rushed over didn't see the situation clearly, and when they saw that their side was basically still standing, they thought that they had an advantage in cutting down the king's soldiers with more than a dozen of them.

So I didn't take Wang Bing very seriously, thinking in my heart that as long as they joined and swarmed up, they could quickly chop each other into meat puree.

But soon, they screamed in terror.

Wang Bing's katana is like the blade of death.

At this time, they couldn't help but have an illusion in their hearts, as long as Wang Bing wanted to, he could take their lives at any time.

But he didn't, he just cut their tendons, or rather, their tendons.

In this way, because the hamstrings were cut, gradually more and more people were lying on the ground.

It was also at this time that people realized a terrible fact, the tendons and tendons of the hands and feet were cut, and even if modern medical skills could be connected, they could not recover from the original, and they would never be able to use knives to cut people again.

People began to fear, first one or two, then four or five.

Then there were less than twenty intact and half-crippled, and they all withdrew from the battle circle one after another, not daring to fight again.

"Don't move!"

The bald brother suddenly took out a gun and pointed it at Wang Bing from behind.

His face was full of grief and pain, and his voice trembled.

This time he made a mistake and was careless, and he led the team to lose so much, he will definitely not be punished when he goes back.

Guns, the terminator of cold weapons.

It is often said that no matter how good your kung fu is, you will be knocked down with one shot.

But now, is that really the case?

Before the bald brother shouted the word "don't move", Wang Bing moved.

As soon as his feet moved, he suddenly turned sideways at a rapid turn of one hundred and eighty degrees, accompanied by a lightning-like knife, slashing from top to bottom.

Wang Bing's actions made the bald brother Liang feel shocked, his eyes widened, and his face looked flustered.

He didn't expect that in such a situation, Wang Bing would dare to move, could it be that he was really not afraid of death?

Or does he think that his speed can be faster than a gun!?

People who have such doubts in their hearts are not only the bald brother Liang, but everyone.

Wang Bing's behavior at this time shocked both those who were standing and lying on the ground, and their eyes widened, waiting for the next second.

No matter what Wang Bing really thought, and how the other people around him were shocked, seeing Wang Bing make a move, the bald brother Liang pulled the gun after a short panic.

"Bang!"

"Ahh

A gunshot rang out, followed by an astonishing scream.

Then, people saw that Wang Bing's slash actually cut off the right hand of the bald brother Liang who raised the gun, and cut it off entirely.

At this time, Brother Liang, holding a blood-gushing severed arm with his left hand, was constantly letting out a seeping scream.

As for Wang Bing, there are no two big wounds on his body, but there are countless small wounds, covered in blood, he is like a bloody god of war, his momentum is extremely strong, and he stands with a knife.

"He wasn't shot!"

I don't know who shouted, and then, the people around all around agreed and retreated in unison.