Chinese Headscissor Novels & Stories

His entire face was distorted at this moment, but the slowly descending steel plate really stopped. But at this moment, Zangwei in front of him let out a miserable cry like an animal being slaughtered. “Ah!” “Ah ah ah!” “F*ck! Stop, stop! F*ck!” Blood flowed down Zangwei’s face, and sharp blades extended from both sides of his head. At this moment, the sharp blades pierced through his face, sticking close to the bones on his face and pushing toward the middle like a forklift. They were going to shovel Zangwei’s entire face off close to his skull.

Xiao Feng stood while bowing his head to the figure of the girl he believed to be from the Twin Scorpion Clan, the strongest 10 Star sect in the neutral sect. The main characteristic of members of the Twin Scorpion Clan is that they have two foot-length braids of hair and the two hairs function like hands, or sometimes like a whip. In a state of battle, Twin Scorpion Clan cultivators always used their long braided hair to attack or make defenses.

When he arrived under the city gate, he saw that the tiger head guillotine on the city gate had already pressed two people, and those two people were none other than Qin Shaoyang and Zuo Qiuyang, and next to them stood a person with his hands folded, none other than the Crown Prince Han Yu. "Chop!" Only hearing a shout, the tigerhead guillotine immediately chopped down, Xiao Chuan was so scared that his face turned pale, his palm stretched out and the Absolute Domain was instantly exerted, solidifying the guillotine when it was less than an inch away from the necks of the two of them. "What people!" Han Yu turned around with a cold shout, but when he saw that it was his sister and Ouyang Ziq

"Everyone, all in! Take his head for White Wolf!" The crowd attacked in unison, either using their fists and feet, or wielding machetes and iron bars, charging toward Blood Sickle's head. "You want to kill me? In your dreams!" Blood Sickle laughed coldly as a sickle-shaped weapon appeared in his hand without anyone's notice. It was the Scythe of Death. Countless people had died under this scythe, which was why he was called Blood Sickle.

Chi Gang shouted, not believing Kiran would dare kill him. “Then it’s time for you to go!” Kiran said, raising his hand and shooting two silver needles into Chi Gang’s eyes. Chi Gang’s eyes glowed, trying to counterattack, but Kiran, already moving, forcefully slapped down. Chi Gang felt his head cracking open. Bang! Unable to withstand the pressure, his head exploded like a balloon. Kiran didn’t stop. His right hand turned into a claw, reaching into the fractured head. “Ah…” A sound like a baby’s cry echoed in the air. The sound seemed to come from Kiran’s hand.

All three of them stare at me, the man with the skull mask seem to have quite a beef with me, he makes a scissor sign with his hands gesturing that he was going to cut me to pieces. Fuck!

Xu Meixin's eyes were red, and she raised scissors to scare Zhu Yuanda. Zhu Yuanda also saw that Xu Meixin's hands were trembling. She was really scared and nervous. "Haha, do you think you can beat me with a pair of scissors? Stop dreaming. You can't run away today and will become my woman." Zhu Yuanda sneered and pounced on her like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. "Don't come over! Ah!" Xu Mei screamed anxiously, closed her eyes, and stabbed out with scissors. However, Zhu Yuanda had been prepared for this. This guy's body was quite flexible. He leaned to one side and dodged this attack.

* * * * * * * * *spinning blade- special sword technique passed down from his family *Hua er/Jin Hua-Lady Jiang Lin’s maiden name

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale, ghostly light over the scene. In the next moment, with a brilliantly choreographed strike, Cyrus severed Xeik's head. The act was swift and merciless, a single fluid motion that sent the head tumbling to the ground. This was accompanied by the loud metallic sound of the blade cutting through flesh, a sickening crunch that echoed in the stillness. Blood sprayed from the severed neck, a crimson arc that painted the ground in a macabre display.