Chapter 680 The City Owner Is Angry and Everyone Is Shocked

"Then kill me!"

Wang Xuming looked at the team member who was scolding him, suddenly there was a ferocious look in his eyes, and with a roar, he slashed with a long knife in his hand.

"puff!"

The long knife slashed like the wind, and the team member who scolded Wang Xuming covered his neck with his hands and looked at him in disbelief. His mouth moved, but he couldn't make a sound. Wang Xuming sprayed all over his face, coupled with the hideous look on his face, it was like a devil.

The man staggered a few times, took two steps back, his body fell softly, and the blood quickly sprayed all over the ground.

"what!"

Everyone was startled by this scene and exclaimed, even Yun Mengsi didn't expect it, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes.

Di Ping did not expect that Wang Xuming would suddenly go crazy and slash his teammates with a knife. When he saw that he wanted to move, it was too late. He was five or six meters away from Wang Xuming. Wang Xuming's swordsmanship was very fast. It was too late to get down, so I just stopped moving.

Di Ping had seen this player in the outer circle before. This man was Wang Xuming's die-hard, but he satirized Wei Zhongkai a lot, and it was not a good bird to fan the flames, so he didn't want to save much.

There are many people who die in the last days, and they don't care about this one more!

This is not Di Ping's heart wolf. He already felt that there was a problem in the base, and it could not be cured without strong medicine.

The team members who fell in the pool of blood had their eyes wide open, with unwillingness and regret in their eyes, and the last trace of reluctance, as if they still had a deep nostalgia for this world.

While everyone was shocked, Wang Xuming suddenly raised the long knife in his hand again, and rushed towards the other team members with blood red eyes.

The four men who followed him were already frightened and pale. Seeing Wang Xuming holding a knife like a blood demon and rushing towards him, several of them were so frightened that their legs trembled and they couldn't walk straight.

What's more, there was a heat between the two strands, and a stream of heat flowed down from the crotch, but at this time, he ignored it completely, crying and shouting, waving his hands and screaming in horror.

"Wang Xuming, you are really crazy, you can't stop!"

Feng Ziming regained his senses, pointed at Wang Xuming with a horrified expression and shouted.

At this moment, a deep hatred appeared on his face, and he could not wait to rush up to chop this king's egg with a knife, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to die.

Feng Ziming was crying, this is life and death! And he had to bring his own rhythm. He wanted to call his grandfather, as long as Wang Xuming could listen to him and stop.

Wang Xuming stopped, just when Feng Ziming showed joy and thought he obeyed his order and stopped.

"Little white face! You will die for me too!"

Suddenly Wang Xuming turned his head, looked at Feng Ziming with blood-red eyes, roared and charged towards Feng Ziming with his knife raised.

"you dare!"

Feng Ziming thought of this sudden change, and looked at Wang Xuming, who suddenly turned to him, holding a long knife like a devil walking out of a sea of ​​blood, he was so frightened that his heart broke, and he stepped back again and again, his originally handsome face was pale.

"Captain!"

Suddenly, Wei Zhongkai, who had been holding the knife and stood aside, rushed up with a loud shout, and waved the knife to stop Wang Xuming's long knife. The two knives collided with sparks and a loud noise.

Wei Zhongkai and Wang Xuming were obviously similar. This was a hasty blow, but it was blocked, and both of them took a step back.

At this time, Feng Ziming, who had withdrawn five or six steps in an unusually embarrassed manner, reacted, and suddenly there was anger on Junxiu's face. He was actually forced to do this by a man with a knife. When did he lose such a person.

"You all die for me!"

Wang Xuming took two steps back, roaring and rushing up again, like a madman, his face was twisted into a ball.