Chapter 591

Wu Chen raised his arm, and the blade vibrated slightly along the arc of his wrist.

Rain from the tip of the knife slowly fell on the ground, splashing weak small spray. Time seemed to freeze at the moment, everything seemed so strange - no one spoke, even held his breath and cut Wu Chen.

However, from the moment of this group of people, it is doomed to their inevitable outcome.

The swift light of the sword passed in front of Wu Chen's eyes and shot at each other's body. That kind of Dao Qi, which was compressed by Wu Chen, could not be resisted by ordinary people.

He thought his knife would at least have some effect.

But the other side is just a common pick, they bear all their strength, including his rich and pure spiritual power.

At the next moment, the Japanese warriors' slashes fell down on Wu Chen's head like a storm. Under this kind of strong and powerful attack, Wu Chen had no room to fight back and could only passively bear it.

Wu Chen, surrounded by the impenetrable sword cluster, was at a loss for a moment, even at a loss.

The power of these guys is so powerful that they even ignore their own cultivation. At least the other side has the same cultivation or not much lower than themselves.

"This knife, still did not wake up."

The fortune teller stood on the roof of a two-story building not far away, drinking wine and enjoying Wu Chen's fighting. From time to time, he uttered tut tut Tut's scorn and sarcasm.

"I've lost my ability."

It didn't take long at all. After only a few rounds of parry, Wu Chen had been beaten by the other party thoroughly and vomited blood, and he had no fight back.

Although the defense is very good, the body has no obvious wound, but Wu Chen's spiritual power is constantly consumed.

Wu Chen couldn't bear the passive defense. He took the initiative to attack. He raised his long sword and cut off the arm of a Japanese warrior in an instant!

However, the arm didn't fall off, but a layer of skin and flesh adhered to it, so that it didn't break off - but at the next moment, Wu Chen was surprised to find that the Japanese warrior's arm had been reassembled on the body with the speed visible to the naked eye!

Miracles?

No, it's not.

Because Wu Chen suddenly found a very important thing - almost all of the samurai's speed with the right hand sword was about a few seconds slower than before.

In a few seconds, it doesn't mean anything to ordinary people, but it's enough time for Wu Chen to do a lot of things.

It can also explain a problem, or a bold conjecture of Wu Chen.

These Japanese samurai should have used the chain of energy to share their vitality and combat effectiveness. Once someone else gets hurt, the damage will be fed back to all of them.

This is equivalent to the fact that you are facing a single individual in essence, but you have to bear the attack output of dozens of individuals!

If we can find their core, we can kill them completely.

It should be said that these guys are very powerful. If they don't use any tricks, I'm afraid nobody can beat them.

In that case

Wu Chen's eyes twinkled with a dark red bloody light. It seemed that something vigorous was burning in his body - it was the vitality and the hope of his life.

To die is to be born.

A knife Shura, with my soul, kill evil!

Powerful power burst out, let Wu Chen's strength directly break through to the strength of Yuanying peak. Of course, it's just a matter of a knife - after a knife, it's all calm.

Or they can incarnate themselves as Shura and slaughter their enemies; Or you die at the other side's knife.

Wu Chen used all his strength to wave a simple knife in front of him.

Kill full and mellow, power release of the frenzy and pleasure!

At that moment, Wu Chen had reached the level of madness. His eyes and nostrils are constantly gushing out of the red blood, this plasma with his forward movement, constantly floating in the air, making people dizzy

Is it the enemy's blood or your own?

Even with Wu Chen's psychic eyes, there was no way to see the splashing plasma in front of him, and even the blood colored wall.

The sound of arteries being cut, the sound of blood bursting, the sound of chaotic footsteps, the clang of long knives cutting.

Everything is confused under this knife.

It's like waving the long sickle of death and cutting wheat to cut down all the Japanese warriors, losing all the strength of resistance, even life and soul!

Since there is no way to kill one or several people, then kill them all! Why do you have to do so much——

Wu Chen gasped violently, looking back at the rain mixed with blood, which had been completely dyed into a blood red river.

The red river of blood flowed slowly towards the sewer, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

Looking back at the men holding guns, Wu Chen gave a helpless smile.

In the situation just now, I had completely used all my strength to let him get rid of the Japanese warriors. But now there are so many machine guns aimed at themselves. What should we do?

Wu Chen forced his body and stood up slowly.

No matter what is in front of his eyes, he should be happy to accept, after all... He has stood happily, at least defended the dignity of the Chinese people on the land of China.

If the Japanese dare to indulge in this land, they must pay the price they deserve!

"Come on."

Wu Chen mobilizes his magic formula to swallow. In a moment, Black Mist surrounds his whole body. The evil breath and blood drinking knife in his hand reflect each other, just like a devil coming out of hell.

Now he's at the end of his rope. Although his one knife Shura is very powerful, after everything is stimulated, there is no strength left.

In just a few minutes, he can continue to fight, but if there is another terrible guy, he will not be able to fight others.

However, the reality is so cruel.

Before Wu Chen got to the group, those guys fell to the ground like puppets without soul.

"Puppets... Are puppets."

The next moment, Wu Chen heard a soft sound of footsteps, slowly came to him.