Super Student's Three-realms Army

As Zhang Xiaofan spoke, he lowered his head to play with the Nepalese Army knife in his hand, which was glowing with a cold light.    

"This blade is a good one, so it doesn't matter if you use it or not. I don't need to teach you how to use it!"    

Just as he said that, Smith felt his vision blurred and a black shadow appeared in front of him in a flash.    

"You-!"    

"Woosh ~ ~ ~!"    

Before he finished his sentence, a shocking silver light flashed past the slightly darkened room, and the sound of his ears rang out.    

As for the African man, his shiny bald head actually fell off from his neck and landed heavily on the ground. He rolled on the ground far away.    

"Puchi!" With a sound, scalding hot blood spurted out from his broken neck. It was like a red fountain. In this dark room, it was extremely enchanting.    

"Ahhh!    

The other five members of the Feral Wolf Mercenary Group could not believe their eyes at all. They blankly wiped their faces with their hands.    

When they raised their hands once again, they saw that one of them was blood-red, and the blood was boiling hot. Then they looked in front of them and saw that the African man's headless body was still standing there.    

This made all the members of the Feral Wolf Mercenaries, who had originally been carefree and carefree, to the point of wanting to see Zhang Xiaofan killed, emit terrified, hysterical cries from their throats.    

At some point, Zhang Xiaofan had switched the Nepalese Army knife he had taken from the black brute to his left hand. The blade was narrow and curved at an angle of half a month. Looking at it from a distance, it looked like a sickle.    

However, this scythe was the scythe that the god of death used to reap lives, the death scythe of souls!    

How did he pull out the blade, how did he get in front of the black burly man, from which part of his body, and how did he do it?    

The remaining five members of the Feral Wolf Mercenary Group, as well as the dead black brute, didn't see it clearly.    

No, it was more accurate to say that the black burly man might have died without even knowing when he was killed!    

The only thing that could be seen was the silver light that had suddenly appeared in their vision.    

In the next moment, all that was left was the headless corpse of the black man …    

"Have you learned it?!"    

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, then shook off the droplet of blood on his saber blade. He tilted his head and looked at the remaining members of the Feral Wolf Mercenaries with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.    

Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but feel intoxicated by this feeling of murder, especially when it was this type of mercenary whose hands were stained with the blood of Huaxia's compatriots. Zhang Xiaofan felt his heart boil.    

"Swish …" Whoosh … "Swish …"    

Right at this moment, three sonic booms rang out, one after the other, into Zhang Xiaofan's ears.    

In the state of "Fiery Eyes of Truth", Zhang Xiaofan didn't have any blind spots in front of him.    

He could clearly see three silver arrows shooting towards his back.