Chapter 983

There were no less than 40 people around Zhang Xuan. It can be seen that each of these 40 people is a good hand, especially the giant sword in front of Zhang Xuan. As the commander of nine innings, the strength of the giant sword is no worse than that of the white robed guest.

You know, the white robed guest is a top expert with the ability of condensing gas. This kind of skill is called the top in the world.

Jujian sneered, "here we are. There are 47 people in all. How many can you kill? "

"I said, kill them all." Zhang Xuan's eyes went straight to the sword.

"Kill him!" With a roar of the sword, the rest of the people. One after another, they drew weapons from their waists and killed Zhang Xuan.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out. Zhang Xuan alone fights with 47 experts, including a strong one in the condensate gas field. At a glance, Zhang Xuan is alone and all sides are enemies, which makes people despair.

However, this kind of battle, in Zhang Xuan's experience of these years. It's too much, too much!

On the platform, there is no outsider. This is also a place specially selected by Jujian. It is planned to bury the legend of the underground world here.

Jin Yuanwei with a broken wrist. His left hand took out a pistol and aimed at Zhang Xuan all the time. Once he had a chance, he would pull the trigger without hesitation.

"Ha ha!" Zhang Xuan retreated with one punch and burst out laughing. Since his return from Kunlun Mountain, he hasn't tried his best. Today's battle makes him feel very happy. At the same time, what has been repressed in his heart seems to have been released to some extent.

Jujian was more and more frightened when he faced Zhang Xuan. He knew that the king of hell was powerful and what happened to Zhu family that day. The king of hell came back strong and swept the three clans, making them helpless to recognize the master. But in Jujian's view, the best remaining experts of the three clans were just transforming the situation. As a condensing gas, they could also crush the king of hell Strong and horizontal, and can strong and horizontal to where.

But today's World War I, let the giant sword thoroughly recognize that the king of hell is more terrible than the legend!

What scares Jujian most is the age of the opponent in front of him. But in my twenties!

For ordinary boxers or martial arts players, their physical functions may be the strongest in their twenties, but for masters of Qi, they are only beginners. Qi can change people's physical functions and enhance people's physical strength. If two people have the same talent and practice Qi at the same age for more than ten years, they can definitely hang People who practice Qi ten years later, but now, obviously not so.

Jujian knows that he is more than ten years older than the king of hell. The other side is only in his twenties, so he has such strength. If he is allowed to practice for a few more years, how far will he grow?

At that time, the hell king might be able to rank in front of the organization, which is comparable to the twelve stars!

"This man must not stay!" The more he thought of Zhang Xuan's terror, the stronger the intention of killing in his heart and the fiercer his hand.

In the high-speed railway station, people are still busy. No one knows that there is a battle of life and death on the platform they are about to board.

It's cold in January. The cold wind howls in the capital.

One accord after another with yellow cards stopped outside the high-speed railway station. As soon as the car stopped, the door was quickly opened, and countless members of the ninth Bureau rushed out of the car and rushed to the high-speed railway station.

People in the high-speed railway station only saw a group of people in uniform rush in and rush to the platform with dignified expression. They didn't know what happened.

When hundreds of members of the ninth Bureau rushed to the platform, a strong smell of blood filled the air. They cried no, and rushed to the place where the smell of blood came.

When they rushed to the place, Rao was one of these specially trained members of the ninth inning. He also looked very ugly.

The blood of more than 40 people has completely dyed the ground red.

Some bodies were lying on the ground, others were nailed to the wall with sharp blades.

Standing in the midst of the blood, the sight of his back makes the hundreds of members of the ninth Bureau feel chilly. Can people create such a scene? no no It's the devil!

Let alone more than 40 experts, even 40 pigs. Forty chickens, continuous killing, will also make people nauseous.

"Get out of the way, all of you!" A loud roar came from the rear. The white robed guest pushed away the crowd and rushed over from the rear. When he saw the devastation, he was still there.

In front of a load-bearing pillar, the huge sword was nailed on by countless pieces of sharp blade. Blood kept coming out of his mouth. His pupils, ears and nostrils were all flowing with blood. His eyes were scarlet, just like hell. It was particularly frightening. He was not completely dead, and he was conscious. But there were dense broken blades in his heart, even Hua Tuo He could not be saved alive.

Now, the one who is waiting for the sword is death. He will feel his life passing away. He felt that he was going to be far away from the world. In his eyes, there was a kind of reluctance. As a gas condensing master, there were so many beautiful things in the world waiting for him to enjoy. He didn't want to leave like this.With a sigh, the white robed man swung his right arm. A silver gun shot out of the white robed man's sleeve and went straight to the sword's left chest.

With a dull sound, the head of the silver spear pierced the chest of the sword. And the huge sword is also at this time, head a slant, limbs weak of hang down.

The white robed guest and the giant sword are both envoys in charge of the sword. They have been colleagues for so long. He couldn't bear to see the sword die in this torture.

Zhang Xuan stood quietly, with his back to everyone, without any action.

"Martial uncle." The white robed guest called Zhang Xuan gently and went to Zhang Xuan. When the white robed guest came to Zhang Xuan, he went to Zhang Xuan. The pupil suddenly shrank.

The white robed guest saw clearly that Zhang Xuan was not standing here and did nothing. In front of Zhang Xuan, Jin Hang was kneeling here. No, to be exact, Jin Hang's legs, from below the knee, were all cut off. Because Zhang Xuan's body blocked, the rest of the people didn't see Jin Hang.

At this time, Jin Hang opened his mouth, blood gushed out of his mouth, and there were blood bubbles. His tongue was completely cut off, and there was no good meat on his face.

In Zhang Xuan's hand, he was holding a small piece of sharp blade, like a blade, cutting pieces of flesh and blood from Jin Hang.

Such a scene made the white robed guest feel sick and almost vomit.

Zhang Xuan heard the voice of the white robed guest calling himself. He didn't stop his action. He still slowly cut off Jin Hang's flesh and blood. He just turned his head slightly, looked at the white robed guest, and whispered: "what's the matter?"

The white robed guest swore that he had never seen Zhang Xuan like this, which made him feel so strange. At the moment when he was gazed by Zhang Xuan, the white robed guest felt as if he had come to hell.

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