Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 672 The Ability to Overturn the Table
The moment I smashed another sneak attacker's skull in this extremely violent way, an indescribable emotion was growing rapidly in my heart.

Destruction and violence, at that moment, gave me an extreme pleasure.

This kind of venting is more suffocating than the matter between men and women.

what……

I opened my mouth, and my saliva splashed out in excitement. The hard wooden stick that had just been sharpened in my hand seemed to have turned into a sickle for death, rushing forward, and at this moment, from the forest Countless black shadows rushed out from all directions in the center, because in the special relatively narrow space of the dense forest, the scene became extraordinarily chaotic and noisy at that moment.

My five senses suddenly became extremely sensitive, and the organs of my whole body, including every pore, couldn't help shrinking.

The excitement like an electric shock is passing through my body.

I was shaking with excitement.

Before this, I had suffered too much, too much oppression. There was no way to vent this kind of grievance, depression and sadness, so I had to hide it in my heart and manage it carefully, not daring to let it be anyone sees.

I'm afraid that people will think I'm a pervert if they see my brutal side.

but……

People's emotions are like blowing up a balloon. If they are held back to a certain extent, if they cannot be released, they will burst directly.

boom!
At this moment, I feel like a balloon that has been punctured, or a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time. I finally found a channel to vent. When I saw the ghosts of the enemy rushing from all directions, I took a stick.

Bang, bang, bang...

I swung several sticks in a row, some of them intersected with the enemy's body, making the sound of bone cracking, while others were blocked by the opponent's weapon, making the sound of gold and iron.

I poured energy into the hard wooden stick, making the ordinary trees have a metal-like texture.

Because of this, the hard wooden stick was able to knock open the opponent's skull that was as firm as steel.

Chaos was born in an instant, the surroundings were in chaos, and I was suddenly separated from the rest of the group. I fought for several rounds among the crowd, with flying blood and screams everywhere, and when I finished dealing with the storm-like attacks , looked left and right, and at this time, his eyes also shone brightly.

I saw that most of the guys who attacked us showed their true colors, and some of them were actually wearing retro Japanese samurai uniforms, holding sharp katanas in their hands, and constantly jumping back and forth in the forest.

There is a crescent moon in the sky, dim, and the people on the ground are desperately fighting for life and death.

This incident made me feel a little funny.

Maybe, the Mind Eater at this moment is like a dark cloud above the head, above the nine heavens, overlooking all this, just like we are overlooking a group of ants fighting.

The struggle and life and death here are actually not too concerned about it.

The outstanding ones here, in his opinion, are just stronger ants and don't need too much attention.

Ants are ants, just as worms are worms.

Whether it is the German cockroach in the north or the American cockroach in the south, they are nothing more than a slipper for humans.

but……

I'm not willing to be just a little bug.

Similarly, I am not willing to just be a chess piece and be at the mercy of others. If it is possible, I would like to overturn the whole chessboard.

And to do this, I need to have a very good ability to control the field.

field control...

I soared into the air, took a few wrong steps, and jumped onto the top of a big tree. Then I looked around like lightning, and immediately got a general idea of ​​the current situation—the advance team was indeed attacked by someone, almost A dozen or so people were caught in the beating of more than 200 people. Of course, there are also teams like us that have not returned, so the number of people here is uncertain.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, those few people may have been attacked and died.

The people are fighting hard. After all, they are specially selected elites. These people all have strong combat effectiveness, especially Cui Jianxia 50 meters in front of the right. That person single-handedly drew the most firepower from the enemy.

However, these people came together temporarily. Although they looked very powerful on weekdays, in critical moments, their shortcomings came out all at once.

And the biggest shortcoming of these people is that they didn't cooperate, and they would fight on their own after something happened, like a group of scattered sand.

On the other hand, those who attacked our side, once they are launched, they are like thunder. Some charge, some return to defense, and some make up for their shortcomings. Behind this, there are three to five commanders who are strategizing, making The originally chaotic battlefield has become a little more rigorous.

And with every minute that passes, our danger grows more severe.

but……

Everything will end because of me.

That's what I'm here for.

After seeing the group of people who intercepted us, they were dispatched temporarily, and Long Sandao, Li An'an, and Xiaogou were able to deal with such emergencies with ease, and those who were stronger than Long Sandao even held a long knife , flying up and down, stopped those surging enemies, and then harvested their heads...

They are so powerful, I don't need to worry about anything, so I didn't hesitate any longer, jumped down from the sky, and rushed towards the most anxious direction of the battle.

I swooped down from the tree and charged forward, and people kept coming to intercept me.

Facing these people, the hard wooden sticks in my hand flew up and down, some were for resisting, some were for attacking, this method of spear and stick has been integrated into my blood, and it pays more attention to the artistic conception rather than the specific moves and methods , it seems to have completely integrated into my body, everything looks so natural, the antelope hangs its horns, and the sky is unconstrained.

These methods were all reflected according to the specific conditions at the time. In my opinion, each attack was taken for granted, but in the eyes of the enemy, it was shocking, as if it was the most perfect method of handling.

There is no better solution than this.

I was like a machine, dealing with problems calmly and rationally, charging left and right, and soon came to the main battlefield.

Behind me, someone fell down, someone was seriously injured while screaming, and someone followed aggressively, but I didn't care about these, but I stretched out the hard wooden stick suddenly, blocking a sharp Japanese long knife.

The owner of that knife is a Japanese ronin with a strong aura.

Although he was not a night walker, his eyes were red, his body had a strong fishy smell, and some kind of black shadow appeared faintly on his body, baring his teeth and claws.

I have dealt with this group of people and know that this is a manifestation of Shikigami's upper body.

And the place where the knife cut was a person's neck.

That person has been knocked down, covered in blood and scars, he has no ability to resist in a hurry, if I don't participate, the knife will definitely decapitate this person and complete a solo kill.

And that person's name is Mu Zhihua, a teammate who has questioned my strength countless times.

When I still shot decisively, I helped him block this killing blow.

That person thought he was going to be killed, but his soul was gone, but my appearance saved his life. Although the night was dark, he could still see that I was the one who rescued him from such a close distance. His eyes widened, looking at me in disbelief.

And the other person who was dumbfounded was the owner of the Japanese sword.

The knife in the other party's hand should be a famous weapon, either "four body cut" or "five body cut (that is, one knife can cut off five corpses)". It is extremely sharp. It is easy to cut gold and cut stones. No need to study much, it's just a hard wooden stick, the bark on it hasn't been peeled off.

Why can't the knife cut the stick?
In fact, under normal circumstances, without my strength and wings, even if this hard wooden stick is hard, it should have been scrapped long ago when the head of the first night crawler was broken.

What is strong is not a stick, but a person.

I didn't wait for Mu Zhihua to sing my praises, so I used the hard wooden stick to fight the Japanese ronin for three rounds, then avoided his sharp attack and stabbed the hard wooden stick directly into his chest to go.

The rough tip pierced the opponent's breastbone, landed on the heart, and pinned him to the ground.

This is a human being. Although possessed by Shikigami, his cultivation base has been improved abruptly, but his physical fitness is still incomparable to that of Nightcrawler. His heart was injured and he lost his breath immediately.

However, a faceless black figure immediately appeared on his body, and rushed towards me.

I pulled out the hard wooden stick and swung it abruptly. On the tip of the stick, the dark flame of the candle ignited, burning the black shadow to ashes and smoke.

And the movement on my side also caused exclamation from the surroundings. Obviously, the guy I just killed is a big shot, so people around are constantly shouting, and more and more people are rushing towards me .

Under Mu Zhihua's astonished gaze, I rushed into the crowd with one stick alone.

Afterwards, countless figures soared up, screaming continuously.

The hard wooden stick, which was originally crudely made, could no longer bear it after a fierce battle. It was covered with blood, and my hands were soaked, very sticky and slippery.

I also rushed to go further inside.

A lot of people were screaming crazily in front of me, and I saw a middle-aged woman in a kimono, with this red long knife in her hand.

That knife seems to have a spirituality, and it illuminates this space red, like a ghost, and every time it is swung, there is a crying sound of mountains and tsunami, blowing towards the face.

This Japanese knife gives me a very familiar feeling. In the same situation, I have seen other two in the sea off Hong Kong Island before.

Is this the third one?
I squinted my eyes, and then, I saw the man who was fighting the woman.

Zhongzhou hero, Zou Guodong.

Zou Daxia, who was absolutely at a disadvantage and was in danger.

(End of this chapter)