Chinese Headscissor Novels & Stories

BOOOOOMMM. “What is this? Why aren’t they destroyed?” Lu She glared angrily at his enemy, which hadn’t even died despite being cut to pieces by him. Not only did it not fall, but the monster’s heads kept multiplying every time he cut one off. At first, he cut off just one, but two more grew back where the severed head had fallen.

He was dying. He wanted to shout in horror, but he couldn't move and speak. Poof! Blood sprayed one meter high, like a small fountain. Everyone present was trembling, feeling cold all over. Chu Xun had cut off Shi Mohan's head while the person was still alive. The Killing God Liu Tianhe was a man of his word. "It's a ball for you." Chu Xun threw the head in his hand to Wu Li. Wu Li's expression looked unnatural. He wanted to take it, but he was afraid of provoking Chu Xun. In the blink of an eye, the head rolled to the ground.

“Too bad, Gary here has decided to ruin our fun, so we have no choice but to speed things up.” I raised the knife to his face. “This is a Ling Chi blade. Familiar?” he shook his head in the negative vigorously, and I placed the cold steel against his cheek. “It was a formidable Chinese weapon used in the early nineties, banned for just how much pain it could cause anyone unfortunate enough to go under.” “Please,” he whimpered, the fear in his eyes growing deeper. I ignored his plea and slowly dug the knife into his cheek, slicing a good chunk of it, and drawing a piercing scream out of him.

He stared at Ding Hao as his mouth and nose were bleeding. "I created it myself. It's called the Seven Black Cut!" Ding Hao's face was calm, and he was unscathed. "You created it yourself? Pfft..." Luo Xiangcai could not believe it. He was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the void. Everyone's expressions froze on their faces. "Is this your so-called backer?" Ding Hao raised his saber and pointed it at the other six people.

She looked extremely embarrassed. The last opponent with a crew cut was standing behind Xena with sweat all over her head. He grabbed her hair with his left hand and put a dagger on her neck with his right hand. He said to Ma Zhiyuan fiercely, "Don't come over. Put down the gun quickly! Otherwise, I will cut her throat!" Xena was more anxious than the man with the crew cut. She kept shaking her head and winking at Ma Zhiyuan, signaling him not to act rashly.

I gave her a good shake and said, "Mitch! Listen to me, we don't have time. Who are they Mitch?" "They... T-they are-" Mitch wasn't able to finish but her head was immediately cut off cleanly. I felt immense fear that I couldn't even move a muscle. The girl who cut Mitch's head with her double edged sword steps forward with Mitch's head hanging on her hand, she looks at me with that sly look and devilish smirk.

Feng Lai twisted Guan Dao, and a whirring sound sounded when a high-power wind was created from Guan Dao's slash. You need to know. Guan Dao is a Long spear weapon that has a head in the form of a sharp cleaver. Warlords often use This Guan Dao weapon when serving in a major war. The spear made of steel, as well as the head of the machete, made this weapon heavy – only giant-powered practitioners could wield Guan Dao. The referee's voice sounded. "And the fight, begins!" The cue just sounded. Following a sound similar to crashing waves sounded as Feng Lai swung Guan Dao's gleaming head towards Li Wei. This young man didn't want to waste time. He wants to finish off the opponent in one move.

" Hell bloody no, his bicep and broad shoulder were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords were the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese Sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favoured by martial artists the world over. See this?" Andrew held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly, impressive though. He had been explaining it since forever, which bored her death, but, all Diana could remember was the glint of that sword and his dweet pale hands. It was like

He put it back immediately, it felt too comfortable. The second roll contained a set of crocodile shears, a lead sprinkler, and a tongue tearer. James swallowed and felt nausea overtake him. The third roll contained a single knife with a razor-sharp blade. It was beautifully engraved. The name came to him, Ling Chi, or better known as the knife used for the thousand cuts torture technique. Dave groaned and James turned around, he would not be caught unawares again. The fourth roll remained unopened on the table. James entered the cell and looked at Dave. Dave seemed confused and was looking around.

Grip sliced an incoming head lunging toward him but the head suddenly divided into multiple little heads avoiding his scythe. “What the?” Grip was taken aback. The little heads feasted his flesh. This demon got tons of tricks under its sleeves. I snapped my middle finger and thumb summoning countless yin-yang coins between my fore finger and thumb. I released them with a flick hitting all the little head and turned them into ashes. “Grip, are you okay?!” I ran toward him. The wounds on his face that the heads nipped healed faster than I imagined they would. It healed almost to a blink of an eye.