Chapter 1657: Two swords to defeat ten thousand troops (Part 2)

When Xiao Qiang stood there and suddenly unfolded the two swords in his hand, he really had the courage to be inappropriate.

One man is at the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it.

He stood there alone, and everyone here was stunned. No one dared to take a step forward for a moment.

But as time goes by, a strange emotion begins to grow in everyone. When a person wants to survive, he may do something beyond his rationality.

Bullet glanced at the three people beside him, and saw that the three people were still hesitating, he finally gritted his teeth and shouted, "Damn it! They are all men, who is afraid of whom!"

"Brothers, he has only one person. As long as we go together, I don't believe that he can stop us by one or two hundred people. If you are a man, just rush up with me and kill me!"

The Warhead's passionate speech did play a fuse. After hearing his words, everyone who was still hesitating finally made up their minds. They raised their weapons one by one, and then shouted, "Kill!"

"Kill!" The bullet took the lead and raised the machete in his hand, then rushed forward quickly. After a few steps, he deliberately slowed down. The people behind had already been dispelled by the blood of their reason. A group of people rushed up, waving the weapons in their hands, as if they wanted to chop Xiao Qiang into meat paste.

With white cloth covered her eyes, Xiao Qiang's ears moved slightly. He listened to the sounds around him, retreated his right foot, bowed slightly, and made a defensive and attacking posture.

The two swords in his hand changed into a position, from backhand to forehand, and he still stood there, never taking a step back or taking a step forward.

Just a distance of more than ten meters, the guys who rushed to the front had already arrived in front of Xiao Qiang.

When a guy saw that Xiao Qiang had actually covered his eyes, a trace of excitement flashed across his face, and his self-confidence suddenly swelled. He couldn't help but raise the steel pipe in his hand and smash it towards Lin Yu's head.

"Go to die!"

This guy thought in his mind that as long as he killed Brother Qiang, his status on the road would definitely rise and be unparalleled.

But before he even finished his thoughts, Xiao Qiang, who was standing beside him, had already moved.

Xiao Qiang's ears moved slightly, then his body turned to the side, avoiding the attack of this stick, and at the same time, the knife in his hand was as simple as cutting a watermelon. The guy's wrist Qiqi partitioned, held the steel pipe in his broken hand and fell to the ground. It was not until now that the guy seemed to have just reacted and let out a sharp cry.

Bang!

Xiao Qiang kicked the guy's stomach and kicked him back into the crowd behind him. At the same time, he danced with his hands, and the two flying knives and swords were all injured.

A knife cut passed by and stabbed a guy in the eye. Then Xiao Qiang did not kill the guy, but kicked him away with one kick.

He didn't kill anyone, but the punishment he gave these guys was enough to remember them for a lifetime.

The scene went from quiet to moving, and then there were fighting, crying and wailing, and blood splattered. The people in front seemed to have entered hell, but the people behind were still rushing forward desperately.

This is a battle with a very different contrast. One person fights one or two hundred people, but this is another bloody murder, and it is a murder of one person against a group of people.

Xiao Qiang stood alone, holding two swords in his hand, constantly flying up and down, and people were being chopped to the ground or kicked out.

On the ground, his body was already covered with blood, and everyone around him had their eyes red, and kept shouting and rushing up here. The people in front were afraid and wanted to retreat, but because the back was blocked, their way was blocked and they could not move at all. They could only watch the killing god in front of him come to him, and then knock him to the ground with a knife.

"Quick! He has no strength anymore, he will not be able to do it right away! Kill me!" The four warheads behind shouted while stepping back. Even they dared not admit it themselves, and their hands holding weapons were trembling faintly.

"It's stubborn!"

Xiao Qiang, who was rushing, suddenly snorted coldly, instantly activated the second level of crazy, and then he disappeared from the spot.

Puff puff puff!

Before everyone could even react, they felt a black figure flashing in the crowd, and then people kept falling to the ground with serious injuries.

At this moment, Xiao Qiang was like a powerful cutting machine, constantly waving the knife in his hand, then rushed up quickly, specifically cutting the opponent's thigh, and rushed out like a ghost. Then a group of figures fell to the ground with serious injuries.

Seeing that in just a blink of an eye, thirty or forty people fell down on the ground, everyone was frightened to death. The brain, which was already controlled by impulsiveness, gradually calmed down.

Xiao Qiang's figure suddenly stopped in place. At this moment, his body was already covered with blood donation. The blood slowly flowed on the two swords held in both hands, and then dripped along the tip of the knife to the ground.

If you look closely, you can see that the blades of the two swords have been curled, which is because they have cut too many people just now.

At this moment, he was like a killing god, meeting a god of killing gods, and meeting a Buddha of killing Buddhas. No one dared to pass by here again wherever he stood.

The ground around Xiao Qiang was centered on the ground, and these were the guys who were overestimating their abilities and wanted to rush over the crowd. At this moment, they were all seriously injured and lying here. Short legs, broken hands, blind eyes, and each person left a trace that they would never forget in their entire life. They would never forget a nightmare day in their entire life.

A guy was standing there with a machete in his hand, trembling with his body. At this moment, he was the only one standing beside Xiao Qiang, which formed a sharp contrast with the group of people opposite him.

"ah……"

Finally, this guy could no longer bear the pressure, so he suddenly roared and quickly escaped forward.

Xiao Qiang didn't even turn around, turned his back, flipped a short knife in his hand, and then was thrown out.

puff!
Chapter completed!