Chapter 2382 God-like existence
A strong wind came, and Lankfur felt his breath suffocated, and his eyes hurt from the strong wind.
When danger came, Lankfurt did not choose to pull the trigger. It was not that he didn't want to, but because it was too late. After struggling on the line of life and death for many years, he felt that if he chose to pull the trigger, he would be killed by Lu Xuan before the bullet came out. Behead.
With years of experience honed in life-and-death battles and his sense of danger, Lan Kefu rolled on the spot like a lazy donkey the moment Lu Xuan struck out with his sword.
"Hoo!" Lu Xuan's hand knife, which he slashed out with all his strength, almost brushed past Lan Kefu's ear. The strong wind scratched Lan Kefu's earlobe, and blood flowed out.
Rolling to avoid the fatal blow, Lan Kefu didn't wait to get up, half-reared his body, and tried to shoot at Lu Xuan.
"Bang!" Without waiting for the trigger to be pulled, Lu Xuan suddenly kicked out his right foot, directly hitting the semi-automatic rifle in Lan Kefu's hand. The terrifying internal force exploded instantly, directly shattering half of the semi-automatic rifle, and the remaining half fell from Lan Kefu's hand. It fell out of Kefu's hands.
The shock force after the explosion of energy cracked Lan Kefu's jaw open, causing blood to flow out.
"FUCK!" Without paying attention to the pain in his hand, Lan Kefu shouted, pulled out the dagger from his calf, and slashed towards the place where the aorta of Lu Xuan's thigh was.
As for Lankfurt, he doesn't understand what Qi Jin and Nei Jin are, and all he practices is the art of killing.
As one of the eight mercenary kings, Lan Kefu has mastered the art of killing like fire and pure gold. He can't do anything without taking action. Once he takes action, he is as fast as lightning. The sharp Type 56 military spike is like a white light in his hand.
Facing Lan Kefu's sharp blow, Lu Xuan did not dare to fight hard, but dodged sideways.
"Whoosh!" Seeing that Lu Xuan was not hurt, Lan Kefu did not hesitate, exerted force on his wrist, and with a sudden shake, the Type 56 military spur came out of his hand, turning into a ray of white light, like the sickle of death, and shot towards Lu Xuan's throat. .
The dagger was thrown, and a cold smile appeared on Lan Kefu's ferocious face - in his opinion, it was impossible for Lu Xuan to avoid the dagger he threw from such a short distance.
However, the smile on Lankfur's face quickly stiffened and his pupils suddenly dilated.
Under his gaze, Lu Xuan flashed sideways. Without stopping, he bent his body and shrank his head, causing the dagger he threw to miss.
"Huh!" Before Lu Xuan could be killed with his killer weapon, Lan Kefu took advantage of the situation and rushed towards Lu Xuan like a hungry tiger. He suddenly raised his right leg, tensed his instep, and turned his toes into a sharp knife, kicking towards Lu Xuan's side. Lower body.
"Bang!" The two legs collided, like two steel pillars hitting each other, the sound was clear and crisp.
Before Lankfur could retract his legs, a terrifying internal force erupted where the two legs collided.
With the internal energy coming, Lankfur felt as if the right leg he kicked out was broken, and there was a heartbreaking pain, which made his body tremble slightly and his center of gravity became slightly unstable.
"Huh!" After receiving Lan Kefu's leg head-on, Lu Xuan was not surprised because Lan Kefu's leg was not broken. Instead, he took a lunge, his figure moved, and waved out his right hand in the shape of a claw, as if he were reaching for something, and grabbed it directly. To Lankford's throat.
Lan Kefu not only practiced the killing technique to the point where it was like fire and pure gold, but also practiced the external skills very well. Once the force was exerted, the skin, flesh and bones were strong, so he could avoid being kicked by Lu Xuan and break his right leg.
But even so, Lankfur is far from Lu Xuan's opponent.
Lan Kefu also deeply felt the gap between him and Lu Xuan, and even more understood the power of Chinese martial arts masters.
He was not only the king of war in the jungle, but also a super master. This made Lankfurt's heart start to tremble, and he even regretted accepting this task.
Because this is simply looking for death!
Frankfurt, who was slightly injured, was no longer a match for Lu Xuan, and Lu Xuan's shots were as fast as lightning, and he couldn't dodge them at all.
In an instant, Lu Xuan grabbed Lan Kefu's throat.
"Uuuuuu——"
Lan Kefu's throat was grabbed by Lu Xuan's big hand, and he immediately felt suffocated. He raised his hands in an attempt to break free.
However, due to the rapid breathing, Lan Kefu lost any strength. He knew that if Lu Xuan exerted a little more force, he could go to see the Lord of Hell.
But Lu Xuan didn't kill him immediately, he just immobilized Lan Kefu and let him know what the fear of death is.
The moonlight poured down through the leaves. Lan Kefu and Lu Xuan looked at each other. At this moment, Lan Kefu finally saw what Lu Xuan looked like.
But this glance made Lankfurt tremble. His pupils were widening in disbelief!
"We seem to have met somewhere, right?"
Seeing his panicked expression, Lu Xuan asked with a sneer.
Lankford whimpered: "You-you are a war-wolf!"
At this moment, Lankfur completely thought of him, the war madman who made the mercenary world fearful. More importantly, he also knew that he was the most powerful person in the ghost mercenary group, the ghost sniper!
Even though the Ghost Mercenary Group has not registered as a mercenary group, the Ghost Mercenary Group has long been deeply engraved in the hearts of every mercenary and has become the most terrifying existence in the mercenary world.
When Lan Kefu and Lu Xuan met for the first time, they were still in Europe. At that time, Lan Kefu was not one of the eight mercenary kings. He had witnessed the charisma of Wolf Warrior with his own eyes and was astonished.
They even worshiped the Ghost Mercenary Group as god-like existences!
However, the God he believed in was standing in front of him, and was holding his throat, easily deciding his life or death.
At this moment, Lan Kefu felt even more regretful. He actually used a knife in front of the mercenary god, which was simply asking for death.
Lu Xuan saw the complex expressions of fear, fear, and reverence in Lan Kefu's eyes. Then, he slowly released his palm and let Lan Kefu down.
"Ahem——"
Lankfur covered his red and swollen throat and coughed desperately. He said with disbelief: "War Wolf, you won't kill me?"
"Mercenaries have always been paid to do things. There is no grudge between us," Lu Xuan said calmly.
Hearing Lu Xuan's words, Lan Kefu felt happy and felt that he could escape the disaster.
To put it bluntly, mercenary groups use their lives to make money and are only interested in profit. Some mercenary groups have a very high self-esteem and dare to take on any task.
For example, this time, the Russian mercenary group led by Frankfurt actually came to China to kill Lu Xuan, the king of soldiers. It was like hurling an egg at a stone.
Sometimes the mercenary group really plays with fire and burns itself without even realizing it.
"Siberian Tiger Frankfurt?" Lu Xuan asked tentatively.
After coughing a few times, Lan Kefu felt much better. He said with a respectful and fearful face: "Yes, War Wolf, my name is Lan Kefu. I am deeply flattered that War Wolf can know my name. "
