"Boom!"

As the camera pulled in, a huge rush of rushing wave hit the reef directly, then exploded into the sky, spreading into a splash of water.

Under the strange and depressing background music, two figures gradually came into view, one left and one right, walking out of the lush forest.

As soon as these two people appeared, an indescribable evil aura seemed to spread through the screen. The air solidified like an iceberg, making people shivering.

The few people at the table couldn't help but feel silent and quieted down.

Even the drunk Li Gui shivered for no reason and immediately sobered up. His face faded away from blood and turned as white as paper.

"I have killed anyone, and more than one."

Tang Zhan's eyes turned, and his eyes never left the two people in the video.

It is not difficult to find out with the light that the hairs on his back of his hand were all visible to the naked eye, standing up in unison, like weeds swaying in the wind.

Especially the white man among them, he had a strong body hair that looked like a fur bear, and his figure was extremely terrifying. He was probably no less than 1.9 meters tall. His body was covered with colorful tattoos, but he could not cover up his exaggerated muscles, a typical strongman figure, and he could also see many old injuries left by bullet holes. He looked like an unshakable iron tower, full of oppression.

But Tang Zhan felt something was wrong, but he just couldn't say it.

As for the other figure, he looked very short, holding a black sheathed sword in his hand, wearing a white samurai suit, standing barefoot, motionless.

However, when Tang Zhan wanted to judge the person's age through the other person's external state, he was surprised and shocked to find that his mind suddenly became confused. As if he had lost his cognition in an instant, he could not remember the other person's figure again and could not help but feel shocked.

"It's about to start."

Listening to the music gradually changing, the Japanese samurai slowly walked towards the white man, and his pace gradually accelerated and became faster and faster. In the video, a figure flashed. With a "clang" sound, the samurai had already flashed behind the white man, holding his right hand on the hilt of the knife, slowly letting go.

Li Gui stared at the screen in a cold sweat, "Are he going to take the knife?"

Tang Zhan said in a deep voice: "No, he is closing the knife, pay attention to the white man's chest."

Taking advantage of the camera turning around the two of them, Li Gui subconsciously approached a little and saw a slender blood mark slowly floating out of the white man's chest and leaning down from his left shoulder.

"Juhezhezhang."

Tang Zhan's pupils shrank, but what was shocked was not the warrior's sword technique, but the wound.

As if he had discovered something amazing, Tang Zhan looked at the gun wound on the white man's body a few more times, and finally understood what was wrong.

Li Gui was excited to watch from the side, his blood was boiling, and he was still admiring the incredible sword drawing technique, roaring wildly, "Tang Zhan, have you seen that this person's sword is so fast, too fast, and his eyes can't keep up. Is this true? It seems that the white man must lose."

Tang Zhan let out a sigh, his eyes flashed and said softly: "If the warrior had no other means, he would definitely lose."

After a few words, the warrior in the video took several moves. Whether it was body skills or sword skills, it was really scary. He broke through the wind and waves, and only heard the sound of sheathings, it was hard to see the sword-like momentum. I think it was a ruthless person who had been immersed in for decades to practice the sword-drawing technique that was rare in his life.

But the white man did not dodge or block it, and was like a wooden stake and let the warrior use it. In a blink of an eye, several narrow and long blades appeared on his body.

Li Gui sneered at Tang Zhan's words, and drank a sip of wine on his own, saying unconvincedly as if he was talking about the plot of the movie: "You can't fight back if you haven't watched that white man, you can only get beaten up."

But Tang Zhan did not have the intention to argue with him, but quietly looked at the bullet holes on the white man's body and remained silent.

There is a problem with this injury.

The bullet hole is not small, but the blame is that there is no trace of being torn by the bullet hole at the edge of the bullet hole, which is so smooth that it is scary. This kind of injury is either either a gunshot wound or a bullet is not completely shot in, but is stuck by the muscles and skin trauma.

Although the sword wound caused by the warrior was already bloody, it looked like it was just a few conspicuous blood marks. The shallow blood in the wound stopped before it could seep out.

Thinking of these details, Tang Zhan felt an inexplicable restlessness.

What a strong body and terrifying strength. This world is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, so good, so good.

He was not afraid, but excited. His muscles trembled slightly indeterminately, and his blood seemed to be burning. He looked up again, and the black and white eyes in his eye sockets turned scarlet in a blink of an eye. His pretty and feminine face couldn't help but smile, and his smile was crazy and evil, like an evil ghost wearing human skin.

As long as the white man does not die, they are destined to have a chance to collide.

I am happy to see the hunting.

The body that was enough to compete with the gun was so amazing that Tang Zhan could hardly help laughing and screaming.

But his eyes suddenly struggled, and he returned to a hint of clarity, forcibly suppressing this uncomfortable crazy pleasure.

wrong.

He clenched his fists, his muscles and bones were exposed between his neck, and blue veins were beating, almost as if he was about to emerge from under his flesh.

That murderous intent was like an evil ghost who had broken free from his shackles, roaring and wandering in his heart.

"Fuck you!"

Tang Zhan's eyes were cracked, his teeth were clenched, his face was distorted, and soon, until a drop of hot blood splattered from the corner of his lips, he slowly calmed down like a deflated ball, sweating all over, and a hint of heat was emitting.

"Bang."

A cracking sound came from beside him.

Tang Zhan turned his head and looked at him. Li Gui had already collapsed on the ground, his crotch was covered with wet marks, his face was no longer shivering, and his teeth in his mouth were bumping and he said in a trembling voice: "Tang, Tang Zhan, you, you, you..."

The situation on the mobile phone screen has finally changed.

The white man suddenly started a violent attack, domineering and violent. He raised his right hand and saw that the sword in front of him was as if nothing was missing. His five fingers were spreading, and he had already pressed on the warrior's head. Unexpectedly, under this press, it was like a heavy pressure. A bunch of bright red and dazzling blood mist burst out from all over the warrior's body, and then his bones burst out, his eyes were squeezed out, and his whole body collapsed inch, turning into a pool of crushed meat under the hands of the white man.

Seeing this bloody and cruel scene, I don’t know how many people collapsed on the ground in heart-wrenching screams and fright.
Chapter completed!