Chapter 4157

"Nepal Army knife, right?"

Zhang Xiaofan said as he lowered his head to play with the Nepal Army knife in his hand. He opened his mouth and said, "I don't care.

"It's a good Dao, but the people who use it are not good. I'll teach you how to use it or not."

As soon as the words came to an end, Smith felt like a flower in front of him. A dark shadow suddenly came to him.

"You --!"

"Shua --!"

Before he said anything, suddenly, a silver light flashed across the room which was a little dim, and there was only a click in his ear.

Look at the strong black man. His big polished head fell down from his neck and fell heavily on the ground. Gululu rolled away.

And then "Puchi --!" A sound, a cavity of hot blood is from his neck fracture upward jet out, like a red fountain, in this dark room is so evil, is so evil.

"Ah --!"

The other five members of the wolf mercenary, who could hardly believe their eyes, raised their hands and wiped their faces.

When they raised their hands again, they saw that their hands were full of scarlet and hot blood. In front of them, the headless body of the black man was still standing in the same place.

All the members of the wolf mercenary regiment, who wanted to see when Zhang Xiaofan was killed, all of them gave a thrilling and hysterical scream from their respective throats.

I don't know when, but I saw that the Nepal Army knife in Zhang Xiaofan's hand, which was snatched from the strong black man's hand, had been changed to his left hand. The blade of the sword was narrow and bent back into a half month arc. Looking coldly, it was like a sickle.

Only, this scythe is the death scythe used by death to harvest human life and soul!

How on earth did he draw the sword, when did he burst into the face of the strong black man, from which part of his body, and how did he do it.

The remaining five members of the wolf mercenary regiment, together with the dead black man, did not see clearly.

No, to be more precise, a strong black man may not know when he was killed until he died!

In these people's field of vision, the only thing they can see is the silver in their retina.

The next moment, the only thing left was the headless body of a strong black man

"Have you learned it?"

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, threw off the blood beads on the blade, tilted his head and looked at the remaining members of the wolf mercenary regiment with a smile.

It has to be said that the feeling of killing people is really intoxicating, especially the killing of foreign mercenaries whose hands are stained with the blood of Chinese compatriots, which makes Zhang Xiaofan's heart boiling.

"Whew... Whew... Whew..."

At this time, only three broken empty voices were heard in Zhang Xiaofan's ears.

Zhang Xiaofan, who is in the state of "golden eyes", does not have any dead angle in front of him.

He can clearly capture that there are three silver handles flying towards his back