There are many characters in martial arts or fantasy novels who can fight against hundreds or even thousands with one.
But Zhou Hao has always sniffed at it.
In his view, there is a limit to human potential, and the limit is not too high. Let alone one man to one army, if we can win ten by one, I'm afraid it's impossible to exist in modern society.
Of course, the ten fingers are not those who are drunk and weak.
It's like the first master in their hall.
Zhou Hao once tested the limit of Menghe. At most, one person can single out 14 good players in the hall. If there are more people, Menghe will lose, and it will lose very quickly.
But now around him, there are more than 40 brothers who dare to fight and fight, and Menghe, who is not brave enough to be. Can the other side turn the sky by themselves?
Seeing that the other side was alone, Zhou Hao completely put down his heart, stepped back, and said in a deep voice, "up!"
It's not just those rogue local ruffians who don't know how to fight for a long time. Before Zhou Hao's voice fell, Menghe took a step forward. At the same time, he took the knife from one of his brothers and rushed to the visitors.
He was a powerful general with a knife in his hand.
Under the silent night.
There was a lot of shouting.
These tiger hall men are not willing to be human, after tightening the blade in their hands, they rush towards the same goal like wolves.
The light of the knife rolled and almost covered the moonlight.
If ordinary people see this scene, they will be scared to pee.
Zhou Hao stood in front of the villa door, squinting, as if he had seen the end of the other party being chopped to death by random knives, with a deep sneer on his face.
But his smile had not fully expanded, and it soon solidified on his face.
Zhou Hao couldn't see each other's expression because of the distance and the dark night. But what he could see clearly was that the other side was like a duckweed. No matter how the waves rolled, his figure swayed under the light of the knives, but never overturned.
The layman looks at the scene, the expert looks at the door.
Menghe, who went to battle in person, has deep experience.
He is very confident in his speed. In the whole tiger hall, his Sabre technique is second to none. But now he has already cut 89 sabres. He always believes that he can knock his opponent to the ground, but in the end he doesn't even touch his opponent's clothes.
As time went on, he felt more and more strange.
He felt that the figure in front of him was not like a person, but a ghost without substance.
"Chop him to death!"
Menghe roared with a knife, and forced himself to suppress the strange feeling in his heart, "if you hit a knife, you will be rewarded with 100000, and if you chop to death, you will be rewarded with one million!"
Under the heavy reward, there must be brave men.
Outside the villa, the more murderous.
Dozens of men's face suddenly excited, and ferocious, the speed of wielding a knife is more rapid, the strength is also more fierce.
But it's a pity that their bravery is really breathtaking, but it doesn't achieve the actual effect.
The figure, which seemed to be out of gravity, suddenly leaned back and dodged the light of the knife. His upper body formed a parallel angle with the ground. One person in the rear of him saw this opportunity and did not hesitate. He took the knife and cut it at his neck. Obviously, he wanted to cut him off.
The man, who came by himself on the moon, did not panic. He lifted his arm up in an instant and put his index finger on his opponent's wrist.
It looks like a light finger, but the powerful tiger hall man was hit hard. His face turned pale, and he felt that his right arm was paralyzed and out of control.
Heavy mountain knife out of control, slipped from his hands, was firmly grasped by the man's hand.
His eyes were still dark, his body turned, and he once again avoided a knife. At the same time, the mountain knife in his hand turned like a windmill.
The wind is strong.
A spatter of blood, arms were cut off and thrown away, accompanied by a scream of exhaustion.
Next, Zhou Hao finally understood why Ganji died in his manor with heavy guards.
In front of this man, more than 40 brave experts are like local chickens and wagons, with no fighting power. From the perspective of Zhou Hao's outsider, it looks like the butcher in the slaughterhouse is killing chickens and pigs.
Blood splashed with the light of the knife and screamed. The ground was full of broken bodies, with hands, heads, legs, and even half of the body was cut off by the waist, but it didn't die. It dragged out the intestines and crawled hopelessly on the ground.
Hell on earth.
The real hell on earth.
Zhou Hao admitted that his heart was hard enough, but at this time, his legs began to tremble.
It seems that in an instant, the scene has been calmed down. Meng he, with his face full of blood, looks at the man who is walking towards him step by step with a knife. His lips are trembling, and he no longer has the courage to be the first. His eyes are filled with fear.He was not injured, and the blood on his face was not his own, but he had lost the courage to continue to fight.
This man is not a human being. It feels like he is just killing a chicken.
It seems that in his eyes, the people lying on the ground are not his kind at all.
"You, who are you..."
Menghe swallowed his saliva and forced himself to suppress the impulse to turn around and run. He managed to maintain the last trace of dignity.
But the other side didn't answer him, the blade and the ground friction made a harsh sound, and then a round of knife sharp glare, cut through the night!
"Zheng..."
A crisp metal collision sound suddenly sounded, although it has lost the courage to fight, but the inertia formed by years of life and death struggle makes Menghe subconsciously raise a knife to block in the face of danger.
But it's like a mantis pawning a cart.
Double knife collision, his knees directly fell to his knees, the hands of the knife also because of hard work, dejected from the hands of the fall.
"Bang dang..."
The knife bounced on the ground.
Menghe's body was directly split from the middle of his head, like firewood, and split in two with a knife.
It is difficult to describe the horror and blood of the scene.
After the knife killed the Menghe River, it even cut more than an inch into the ground, which shows how terrifying its strength is.
The man who caused all this didn't change his look, even his eyes didn't fluctuate. He released the handle and walked towards Zhou Hao.
Zhou Hao's face was as white as paper. It was as if he saw a fierce ghost. His eyes fluctuated violently. He couldn't control it any more. He fell to his knees with a plop, and even kowtowed his head. His head and the ground made a dull sound. It's conceivable how hard he exerted himself.
"Spare my life..."