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Chapter 3922 Strong Killing

"Your mother, you actually want to kill me with a hidden weapon, right? You are wishful thinking!" Zhang Tiegen stared at the young martial artist from Fusang and cursed coldly.

With a swipe, the Fusang youth martial artist will immediately use his escapism to escape.

To be honest, if this Fusang young martial artist didn't run quickly, he would surely die.He absolutely didn't dare to fight Zhang Tiegen again.

However, facing Zhang Tiegen in this state, his strength has already surpassed the Fusang young martial artist by too many, and it is absolutely impossible for him to run away.

Therefore, Zhang Tiegen just stretched out his hand, and instantly caught the fusang young martial artist who was fleeing.

With just a slight tug of his hand, Zhang Tiegen tore off the arm of the young martial artist from Fusang in an instant, and it was considered completely useless.

Then, the young martial artist from Fusang was thrown out by Zhang Tiegen, and fell heavily on the ground again, rolling continuously, just like an ugly wild boar rolling on the sand.

The Fusang young martial artist screamed continuously. Even though he stopped, he still couldn't help rolling on the ground.

An arm was torn off and disabled in such a way, the pain is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.Dislocation is already painful, let alone the current situation.

"You are so weak, are you too thick-skinned, or are you really too fearless to die, and dare to challenge me directly?!" Zhang Tiegen sneered, walked over with big strides, and stepped on this Fusang On the chest of the young martial artist. "You are absolutely doomed today!"

"Stop!" An old Fusang man not far away was already a little anxious, but now that Zhang Tiegen had already spoken to kill him, he quickly shouted towards Zhang Tiegen.

Then, the old man from Fusang hurried over to prevent Zhang Tiegen from really attacking, and wiped out the young martial artist from Fusang.

"Hmph! Stop!" Lao Li snorted coldly, and said coldly to the old guy from Fusang.

Hearing this, the old man from Fusang was naturally frightened and stopped abruptly, not daring to take a step forward.

Due to internal injuries and heavy external injuries, this young martial artist from Fusang had already completely lost the ability to resist Zhang Tiegen.

Therefore, "I, I admit defeat..." the young martial artist in Fusang could only choose to admit defeat in humiliation, and could only say to Zhang Tiegen in such pain.

At the same time, because the injuries had become too heavy, the young martial artist from Fusang had difficulty breathing.

What this Fusang man needs most urgently is, of course, to be sent to the ambulance quickly, and rush to the hospital to find a doctor for help.

Such a dangerous situation naturally forced the young martial artist from Fusang to bow his head and admit defeat in front of Zhang Tiegen.

"You bow your head and admit defeat in front of me like this, don't you feel particularly humiliated in your heart? Hahahaha..." Zhang Tiegen smiled triumphantly.

However, Zhang Tiegen's laughing voice at this time is obviously different from his usual appearance.

Zhang Tiegen's laughter actually seemed a bit sad, and others felt very uncomfortable listening to it. It made this young martial artist in Fusang almost frightened to death, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"I, I really sincerely surrender to you. Please don't be like this." The young martial artist from Fusang begged Zhang Tiegen shyly.

"Do you think it's really useful to beg me like this? Tell you, it's useless! You must die today!" Zhang Tiegen said coldly.

"You!" Fusang's young martial artist said anxiously, but it was obvious that he had been cornered by Zhang Tiegen's overbearing attitude.

As the saying goes, a rabbit will bite people when it is cornered, let alone a Fusang person.The national character of the Fusang people has always been a slanted sword. If they are forced to rush, they will follow the path of extinction rather than complete destruction!

To be honest, it is precisely on this point that Fusang people feel the most frenzied.

Therefore, the young martial artist from Fusang saw that Zhang Tiegen was really determined to kill him, and when he would not leave him a way out, he had only one way to go after all.

The young martial artist from Fusang suddenly took out a small knife from his body, and was about to stab Zhang Tiegen's leg.

You know, this is a small knife with a strong poison on it.At that time, if Zhang Tiegen was injured by this small knife, without getting a special antidote, he was afraid that even if he did not die, he would become a crippled cripple for the rest of his life.

Because when the time comes, Zhang Tiegen will only be able to pay the price of having his leg amputated by the doctor in order to have a chance of survival.

If these Fusang ninjas were to speak of viciousness, they would be extremely vicious.

"Your mother's!" Zhang Tiegen scolded angrily.

Then, suddenly, an extremely shrill scream resounded through the atrium, which was really a very miserable rhythm.

There was blood all over the ground, and Zhang Tiegen's complexion was already very ugly, and even became more ferocious.

Zhang Tiegen stared viciously at the young martial artist from Fusang, looked at his feet, blood was dripping drop by drop...

It was indeed human blood, and it was still boiling hot.

However, this is not Zhang Tiegen's own blood, but the blood of the Fusang young martial artist at his feet.

Blood was continuously gushing out to the ground from the fracture of the removed arm of the Fusang youth martial artist.

At the same time, the broken arm that Zhang Tiegen was holding was dripping blood on the ground.

However, the hand of the severed arm was still tightly grasping that poisonous knife.

With a snap, the knife finally fell to the ground and was caught by Zhang Tiegen.

Zhang Tiegen's face was stained with blood, which was obviously caused by the blood spurted out when the Fusang young martial artist's arm was torn off.

"Ah... ah... my arm, my arm..." the young martial artist from Fusang screamed hysterically.

Zhang Tiegen took a look at the small knife, which had an almost blue-purple cold light flashing in the sun, and it was indeed poisoned.

Then, with a swipe, the knife directly slashed across the neck of the Fusang young martial artist.

Blood froth flowed out from the wound, and then from the mouth, the Fusang young martial artist could no longer scream, the air entering the wound naturally made him no longer utter a real loud cry, only a painful sob.

His body was convulsing violently, Zhang Tiegen just watched him in extreme pain on the ground coldly.

This man is absolutely dead.