Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Wang Biao has a hot temper and is as violent as thunder.

At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He exerted force on his right leg and bent his knee slightly.

The calf was like a javelin filled with power, sweeping out with incredible speed.

Wherever the calf passed, the wind made a shrill sound, as if a real sharp blade was passing by.

The air was squeezed by the fierce leg wind, as if it could not bear the weight, and was torn into an invisible crack.

It let out a sharp, piercing cry, like the howl of a wounded beast.

Immediately, Wang Biao was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and he rushed into the chaotic crowd of prisoners in a flash.

In an instant, the long sword came out of its sheath with a clang, and the blade was shining with a cold light.

He turned his wrist slightly, and a cold light burst out.

At this time, the prison in the Beizhenfusi was so narrow and cramped that it was hard to breathe.

The surrounding stone walls were cold and rough, like countless pairs of silent eyes, spying on this chaos.

The iron bars of the cell were rusty and creaked from time to time, as if they were trembling and wailing because of this sudden riot.

Wang Biao raised the tip of his knife diagonally, like a flash of icy lightning, instantly cutting through the chaotic and noisy space.

His swordsmanship was extremely powerful, the muscles in his right arm were taut, and every swing contained tremendous force.

The blade drew a sharp arc from top to bottom.

The flashing of swords was like a surging wave, violently attacking the prisoners' weapons and bodies.

Facing the prisoners' intensive attacks, Wang Biao seemed to be strolling in the garden, with no fear on his face.

He moved nimbly, his left foot slightly tilted, and his right foot quickly followed.

Wang Biao's figure was as strange as a ghost in the dark night, moving freely among the crowd.

The flashing figures are dazzling.

At this moment, a prisoner with messy hair and crazy eyes seized the opportunity and swung the sword in his hand.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "I'm going to die today anyway, I'm going to fight you!"

After saying that, the big knife chopped down towards Wang Biao's head with a desperate force.

Wang Biao was not in a hurry. He leaned back slightly and easily avoided the fatal blow with his head.

At the same time, he clenched his left fist and used the momentum to hit the rioting prisoner in the abdomen.

The prisoner groaned in pain, but his face still showed a ferocious look.

He endured the pain and tried to raise the sword again, cursing: "You dog official, don't hide if you dare, fight me head on!"

Wang Biao curled his lips into a sneer and seized the opportunity to swung his sword.

The blade gently scraped across the neck of the prisoner wielding the long knife, leaving a shallow blood mark.

The prisoner was terrified and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

He immediately retreated, tumbling and scrambling, "You're so cruel, I admit defeat!"

Then two more prisoners came from the left and right sides.

Among them, the prisoner with a hooked nose had sinister eyes and a cruel smile on his face.

He whispered, "Let's go together and kill this guy!

Even if I die today, I will take someone with me!"

The other prisoner with copper-bell eyes was a little hesitant, his eyes flickering.

However, he finally rushed forward, shouting, "Let's fight!"

Wang Biao's eyes flashed like lightning and he turned around quickly.

As the long sword was swung, two crisp "ding ding" sounds were heard, knocking the weapons in the hands of the two men away.

Then he took a step forward with his left foot and hooked his right foot.

The hook-nosed prisoner lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thump.

However, he still did not give up, and fumbled on the ground to pick up the fallen weapon, cursing under his breath.

"Don't be so complacent, little bastard!"

Wang Biao spun the long knife in his hand, and the back of the knife hit the shoulder of the prisoner with copper bell eyes heavily.

The other party screamed, his face full of pain and fear.

He collapsed to the ground, mumbling, "Don't kill me, don't kill me... I was forced to do this..."

However, just as Wang Biao was about to continue dealing with other prisoners, several prisoners suddenly took advantage of his unpreparedness and threw several ropes from behind. The ropes drew an arc in the air and quickly went around Wang Biao's legs.

Wang Biao noticed the unusual movement behind him and wanted to dodge but it was too late.

His legs were tightly entangled in the ropes and he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

When the rioting prisoners saw this, a glimmer of hope appeared in their eyes.

They rushed up shouting and yelling.

"catch him!"

"kill him!"

Wang Biao's heart tightened and he quickly steadied himself.

He swung his long knife, trying to cut the rope.

However, the prisoners' attacks came like a tide, making Wang Biao overwhelmed.

A thin prisoner seized the opportunity and stabbed Wang Biao's arm with a dagger.

Wang Biao dodged sideways, but the dagger still cut a gash on his arm.

Blood gushed out instantly, soaking his sleeves red.

Wang Biao gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and secretly thought of a countermeasure in his heart.

Just then, he saw a broken stone pillar next to him.

Wang Biao had an idea and inserted the long knife into the gap of the stone pillar.

Then he pulled with force and the rope broke.

After Wang Biao broke free from his restraints, he immediately launched a counterattack.

His sword skills became even more fierce, and he attacked the rioting prisoners like a storm.

The other people present only felt the flashes of swords and the interweaving of human figures before their eyes, but it was difficult to grasp their exact movements.

Seeing this, the prisoners who participated in the riot showed looks of horror on their faces.

Some of them opened their eyes wide, and the weapons in their hands trembled unconsciously.

The arm that was originally raised high actually fell down weakly, and he murmured: "Is this still a human being..."

Some mustered up their courage and rushed forward, trying to resist Wang Biao's attack, but were easily blocked and counterattacked by Wang Biao.

The whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and screamed in pain.

The prisoner, who had lost his fighting spirit, shouted: "Please spare my life, please spare my life!"

Some prisoners were frightened and stepped back unconsciously.

His eyes were filled with despair, the weapon in his hand was held loosely, and he had completely lost the will to fight.

The timid prisoner muttered to himself.

"It's over, it's over..."

In this way, the prisoners were thrown into chaos and in a state of disarray under Wang Biao's fierce attack.

Just when Wang Biao thought he could end the fight quickly, a sturdy-necked prisoner suddenly jumped out from the crowd.

He had a fierce look in his eyes, and seemed to be the leader among the prisoners who participated in the riot.

The thick-necked prisoner dodged several rounds of attacks from Wang Biao, then took advantage of a gap and pounced from the side.

The dagger in his hand glowed dimly as he stabbed Wang Biao in the ribs, saying viciously, "Today, either you die or I die!
I will kill you today!"

Wang Biao's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself that something was wrong, so he quickly turned around and dodged.

The dagger scraped across his clothes, leaving a cut in the fabric.

Wang Biao was filled with rage, and he shouted, "You are asking for your own death!"

Then Wang Biao no longer held back and his knife skills became more and more brutal.

He took a quick step forward, and swung his long sword across the prisoner's throat like a flash of black lightning.

The thick-necked prisoner was horrified and quickly raised his dagger to block.

There was a loud "dang" sound, sparks flew, and the dagger was actually blown away.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Biao took advantage of the victory and pursued the enemy, swinging his long sword continuously.

(End of this chapter)