In an instant, everyone realized the strangeness of the situation in front of them, and the one who could truly understand the terrifying nature of the white-faced man in front of them was Zhufeng. His "Mother Moon Blade" had always been able to cut iron like clay. His throat was sealed with blood, but the person in front of him who should have had his throat cut was actually motionless. Zhufeng could feel that this guy's skin was as hard as steel. He immediately retracted his knife and jumped back two feet away. His eyes were fixed on the white-faced man.
After a while, the white-faced man breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"It's so rude of you to take action before you finish speaking."
The voice was very strange, and there seemed to be a bit of a smile, but the smile disappeared after a few seconds. The white-faced man touched his neck with his hand, and his neck twisted left and right to an extremely large extent. Fatty Wen found it very strange. In his opinion, the man's neck was made of rubber. The degree of twisting made him want to break his neck. Just when his neck returned to an angle acceptable to normal people. , the man looked sideways at the girl aside and said:
"You choose first."
The girl had no expression on her face and slowly raised her hand, pointing to Jingmen not far away.
"I choose him."
The voice was soft, even a little weak.
The white-faced man glanced at Jingmen with a depressed expression, then quickly turned to Zhufeng and said:
"There is no other way, your opponent can only be me."
Zhufeng said nothing, staring directly at the white-faced man with a pair of sharp eyes.
The white-faced man seemed to be at a loss as he waved his hand and said:
"Don't look at me like that. I was forced to do so. Do you really think I care about you?"
Zhufeng said:
"Who sent you?"
The white-faced man obviously didn’t want to answer this question, so he pulled out his whip and said:
"My name is Duan, remember this name."
Zhufeng was confused and said:
"I don't think I asked your name."
Duan's tone was very low and he said:
"Because, I don't want to..."
Before he finished speaking, the scorpion tail whip was already attacking Zhufeng. Zhufeng immediately raised his palm. On the edge of Zhufeng's palm, there was a sharp blade. This was Zhufeng's unique weapon. It was called the "Mother Moon Blade". ", this blade is extremely thin, but very sharp. Zhufeng himself is very confident about this. Zhufeng has always been a confident person. There is a reason for his confidence. This is not because he is so powerful that he can destroy the world. The degree of Fengtian is because the people he wants to kill have never been able to survive. Not only him, but in the entire Yuzong, the success rate of assassinations is extremely high, thanks to Yuzong's assassination method is very focused on the first shot. Generally, he wants to kill with one hit, so he will definitely find the right time and use all his strength in the first shot.
The advantage of this method is very obvious. When the enemy is still trying to figure out your strength, give him a full blow. Even if it is not a sure kill, it can still cause chaos to the opponent. But in terms of timing and strength of the attack, it is very important. Yan Yan, Zhufeng's blow just now was definitely just right, and for a person like Duan, he was not expecting it. The first hit that he originally planned to kill was easily resolved, which clearly exposed the shortcomings of this assassination method. But Zhufeng was the master of the Imperial Sect after all, and he was familiar with dealing with this kind of situation. But now this white-faced man named Duan actually used the same method as him to hit him in return, which made Zhufeng find it really interesting.
"when."
The sharp blade and the tip of the scorpion tail collided with each other, and the moment sparks dispersed in the air, Duan continued:
"Let that guy's reputation always trump mine."
Fatty Wen was watching from the side. He felt a little funny. What he said was like he was angry with the person who sent him here. But he immediately came back to his senses and looked at the situation on the field. Zhufeng was in a stalemate with Duan. Among them, the girl seems to be going to war with Jingmen. So it seems that he and Murong Jiudao are going to deal with the rhythm of the hundreds of men in black in front of them. Fatty Wen feels that the opponent's tactics are very Strangely, the two big guys restrained Jingmen and Zhufeng respectively, but left Murong Jiudao, whom Fatty Wen thought was the strongest, alone. This was obviously unwise. Fatty Wen looked at Jiudao beside him. His hands were still crossed on his chest, his face showed no expression, and he had no intention of participating in the battle. He seemed to be secretly unhappy that he was being ignored.
Just when Fatty Wen was considering whether to persuade Jiudao to join forces to help Zhufeng and Jingmen become the two big bosses, he suddenly felt something slowly approaching him. Fatty Wen immediately turned around and saw his A man in black appeared behind him at some point. A strange-shaped knife in his hand was pointed directly at his neck. The fat man was shocked when he heard that he immediately wanted to draw the "Spirit Gathering Ax" from his waist, but it was obviously too late. Just hearing the sound of swords and swords, Wen Fatty was surprised to find that the black man in front of him had fallen to the ground. There was a very deep wound on his chest. It looked like a fatal blow. The man's eyes still showed extreme expression. Feeling surprised and incredulous, Wen Fatty immediately realized what was going on. He turned to look at Jiudao and saw that his eyes were still cold. The only change was that the sword that had been unsheathed was flowing with fresh blood. Jiudao looked at it. Hearing the fat man, he said:
"Be careful, they are professional killers who have been trained for a long time, and they have just sneaked into our side."
Fatty Wen suddenly realized that such a dark environment provided them with unique conveniences for their stealth. They had almost been killed just now, but Fatty Wen was not too worried. Jiudao's strength was unparalleled. Even though they were doing nothing on the surface, they kept doing it. Paying attention to the surrounding environment, the speed of attack was also beyond Fatty Wen's understanding. Moreover, if these killers only relied on the environment, then they would not pose a threat to him. Fatty Wen laughed secretly and said:
"Then, let's make this place brighter."
Wen Fatty recited the spell and formed the seal, and saw a huge fireball quickly condensed in the sky above him. At the same time, the light emitted by the fireball instantly illuminated the surrounding area, and the killers hiding in the darkness were immediately exposed. , What surprised Fatty Wen was that in such a short period of time, so many killers sneaked up beside them. Some of them were half-buried in the soil. Fatty Wen immediately realized that this should be the legendary soil. Escape, but no matter what, now, this open land under the dazzling firelight is their home field.
Wen Fatty glanced at Jiu Dao, and Jiu Dao was already clear. He shook off the remaining blood on his sword and walked towards the black-clothed killers. The air was filled with Ling Ran's aura.
On the other side, when the girl saw the big fire ball formed by Fatty Wen, she looked surprised and said:
"It seems I picked the wrong opponent."
Jingmen felt strange and said:
"how you said that?"
The little girl had a rare smile and seemed to say jokingly:
"Because it might be more beneficial to us to kill the fat uncle first."
The voice is very playful, yet creepy.
"However, since I have already chosen, I can only kill you first."
