Chapter 4157： I teach you how to use this knife!

"Is the Nepali Army Knife ?!"

Zhang Xiaofan said as he lowered his hand to the Nepalese Army Knife, which was flashing with coldness, and said indifferently.

"This knife is a good knife, but it ’s not good for people. Use me to teach you!"

As soon as the words fell, Smith felt a flower in front of him, and a dark shadow suddenly burst into his presence.

"you--!!!"

"Uh-!"

His voice didn't fall, and suddenly, in the slightly dim room, there was a flash of dazzling silver awns, and the wheels only clicked.

Looking at the black strong man again, I saw that his big, shiny bald head fell off his neck, fell heavily on the ground, and grunted out far away.

Immediately after the sound of "噗哧 ——!", A cavity of hot blood was ejected upward from the break of his neck, like a red fountain, so seductive in this dim room. Evil charm.

"what--!!!"

The other five members of the wild wolf mercenaries did not believe their eyes, and raised their hands dumbly to wipe their faces.

When they raised their hands again, they saw a hand full of scarlet, hot blood, and then looked at the black headless body of the black strong man still standing in place.

This directly made the original one still leisurely, and even held a good show, wanting to see when Zhang Xiaofan was killed, all members of the wild wolf mercenary regiment issued a creep from their throats, The hysterical exclamation.

I do n’t know when, but I saw that the Nepali sabre that Zhang Xiaofan had seized from the black strong man ’s hand has been changed to his left hand. A sickle.

However, this sickle is the death sickle used by the **** of death to reap human life and soul!

How exactly did he pull out the knife, when did he rush into the face of the black strong man, and where did he pull out from, and how did he do it?

The remaining five members of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Regiment, as well as the dead black man, did not see clearly.

No, more accurately, black strong men may not know when they are killed until they die!

In these people's field of vision, the only thing they could see was the silver mang that suddenly appeared in their retinas.

The next moment, there is only the headless body of the black strong man ....

"Have you learned ?!"

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, shook off the blood drop on the blade, tilted his head, and looked at the members of the remaining wolf mercenaries with a smile.

I have to say that this feeling of killing is indeed a bit intoxicating, especially the killing of foreign mercenaries with Chinese blood on their hands, and it makes Zhang Xiaofan's heart boil.

"咻 ... 咻 ... 咻 ..."

At this moment, only three sounds of emptiness passed into Zhang Xiaofan's ears in turn.

When Zhang Xiaofan opened the "eyes of fire and golden eyes", there was no dead corner in front of him at all.

He could clearly capture that three silver handles were flying towards his back ...