The knife means a great victory!
Surrounded by Luo Changfeng, the black killers’ bodies are illuminated by these beams, and a subtle pain comes from every inch of their skin, as if they were exposed to the sharp north wind in the cold and snow with bare arms.
They have a pungent feeling on their faces.
Their hands also have a spicy feeling.
They all have this spicy feeling.
As if there was a knife wind, they left a series of tiny and slender scars, and then the scars were covered with peppers.
They can’t stand the knife.
They gave a tragic howl.
Their faces, hands, and black robes overflowed with blood.
Their weapon were neatly broken.
Their bodies are broken down by these beams and by this horrible knife.
Chapter 40 Iron begonia killing gun
There are dark clouds rolling outside the city. The heavy rain makes the whole day seem a little low. The horrible dark clouds are like smoke, as if they will swallow people up anytime and anywhere.
Luo Changfeng knife is surrounded by broken arms and limbs in the blood.
If it weren’t for the torrential rain washing people’s dirt, the corpses on the foothills would be bloody.
In the blood-water concrete, a reddish color appears on the foot beach.
Los Changfeng obviously didn’t mean these.
Around his body, several knife beams pierced the black clouds rolling overhead, which made the black clouds dare not approach easily.
He looked at the black killer leader across the street like a knife god.
The ambush has been going on so far, and the black killer is now left with the leader alone.
Even if all belong to a moment, the man who was cut into pieces by Luo Changfeng’s big knife never wavered.
Maybe it’s cold-blooded for the killer to be indifferent to killing or being killed, but Luo Changfeng doesn’t recognize that the leader of the black killer is calm.
Because he knows very well that the man across the street is cultivating him.
He can see that this calm is a kind of self-confidence, a kind of self-confidence that will come naturally if he wants to make a move.
Solo Changfeng is still very serious. He doesn’t despise your enemy, and he doesn’t dare to despise your enemy.
Often underestimating the enemy at this time means failure, and failure is different from death.
"You’re amazing."
A thin halo emerged from the black cloak of the black killer leader, like a crystal clear Roman veil, which slowly floated from his black robe to protect him.
It’s raining cats and dogs outside the halo. The halo is dry and fresh.
With this downpour, it will fall into that halo for half a drop.
Luo Changfeng looked at the halo that had been protective. At first, he was a little alert, and then he was ashamed.
Being able to absorb so many spiritual forces into the body by rushing to the Hui realm is by no means a means of forming spiritual forces for protecting the body. It is impossible for rushing to the Hui realm to do it. Luo Changfeng knows that the black killer leader Xiu has already gone far beyond himself.
"But it didn’t surprise you after all," said Luo Changfeng, quietly looking at the opposite side in the rain.
His whole body knife is not meant to protect the body from the torrential rain.
But these knife-like beams that come out from the body are as warm, dazzling and hot as sunlight, driving out the darkness and humidity.
The students’ robes in Luochangfeng Wet College are warm and gradually dry.
It’s as if I’ve never been caught in the rain
"Your knife is very good," said the black killer leader looking at Luo Changfeng.
He certainly didn’t mean that Luo Changfeng had a knife in his hand.
That’s an ordinary knife.
The knife in his mouth is naturally Luo Changfeng’s knife.
"It’s the first time I found out that my knife is very good," said Luo Changfeng.
Since the building got the knife spectrum left by the knife idiot, Luo Changfeng almost even took that knife spectrum with him when eating and sleeping.
But his theory of how to study and learn is how to really understand the meaning of a pattern in that knife spectrum.
Until he picked up a knife.
He didn’t know how the knife hand felt.