The movements of the fast knife hand were too fast, not only did Cang Hao not have time to react, but the other people present didn't even see the fast knife hand's movements.

Seeing that the blade of the horizontal knife was less than a centimeter away from his throat, Cang Hao smiled coldly: "It's a pleasure to meet you today!"

The fast knife hand raised his eyebrows: "Happy?"

Cang Hao didn't answer, and suddenly shook the slinger in his hand hard, and he was slamming on the body of the horizontal knife.

The fast knife hand suddenly felt a numb wrist, and the other immediately swung a scimitar and slashed down.

Cang Hao hurriedly rolled on the ground, dodging the scimitar's knife, which slashed on the bluestone ground, and sparks appeared with a "bang".

When Cang Hao hurriedly got up from the ground, the fast knife hand turned around and came to Cang Hao again, and first cut the scimitar down.

Cang Hao hurriedly turned sideways and got out of the way, but he didn't expect another horizontal knife to hit him.

The scimitar is short, the horizontal knife is long, and the fast knife hand is long and short, and it can be attacked at long and close ranges.

But it was also because the horizontal knife was a little long, and Cang Hao was too close to the fast knife hand to use the blade, so the fast knife hand smashed the handle down.

At this moment, Cang Hao didn't dodge, half of his shoulder almost collapsed, and he felt hot.

Cang Hao took a few steps back, and at this moment, the quick knife hand swept the scimitar sideways.

The blade almost pressed against Cang Hao's chest, cutting a not-so-deep cut, and although it didn't bleed much, it hurt a lot.

"You're too slow!" the fast knife man laughed, "Blood Lion Jerrod, you disappointed me!"

"I'm sorry for making you laugh!" Cang Hao took a few breaths and smiled slightly: "You are really fast enough!"

"The world's martial arts, only fast and unbreakable, this is quite reasonable. The fast knife hand looked at Cang Hao and said smugly: "If you admit defeat now, I can let you die a happy death!"

The words of the fast knife hand angered the blood lion mercenary, and Zhao Xuan rushed up, picked up the butt of the gun and was about to smash the fast knife hand.

Cang Hao pushed Zhao Xuan aside: "Didn't I hear what I said just now?"

"But......" Zhao Xuan said unconvinced: "This kid is too crazy, I have to teach him a lesson!"

Cang Hao said undoubtedly: "Then I'll teach him this lesson!"

"But......" Zhao Xuan wanted to speak and stopped.

"What?" Cang Hao smiled coldly: "You don't have confidence in me, do you think I can't deal with him?"

Without waiting for Zhao Xuan to speak, the fast knife hand laughed: "If even your brother loses confidence, it seems that Cang Hao, you really lost today!"

"If you can really kill me, under Jiuquan, I will also admire you!" Cang Hao moved his shoulders: "Come again!"

Almost as soon as Cang Hao's words fell, the fast knife hand had already rushed over, first slashing the horizontal knife straight down, and then the scimitar swept towards Cang Hao's throat.

The cross-shaped knife flower, this is to unload the vast eight pieces.

Cang Hao drew the throwing stick towards the horizontal knife, but the horizontal knife was deflected, and then Cang Hao drew the throwing stick towards the scimitar.

The fast knife hand only felt a shock to his wrist, and with a "dang long" sound, the scimitar actually fell to the ground.

It's just a round, and the fast knife hand doesn't dare to be as arrogant as before, because Cang Hao's movements are faster, so fast that he can't even see clearly.

"Awesome. ”

"Thanks for the compliment. Cang Hao waved his stick a few times lightly: "Go on." ”

"It seems that today, one of the two of us must die here. With a kick of his foot, the knife kick the scimitar off the ground and held it firmly in his hand.

And at the same time, the horizontal knife in his hand fell towards Cang Hao, and Cang Hao hurriedly threw the stick sideways, trying to block it.

But he didn't prevent the quick knife from flipping his wrist, and instead knocked Cang Hao's forehead with the handle of the knife.

With a "bang", Cang Hao felt dizzy and his reaction speed was much slower.

At this time, the fast knife hand had already put the scimitar back in his hand, and a knife flower pulled it over, cutting a wound on Cang Hao's shoulder.

Blood splattered, Cang Hao's body shook a few times, the fast knife hand did not stop, his body rotated in place, his right leg whipped out, and he was pumped into Cang Hao's chest.

Cang Hao fell to the ground again, and when he stood up, his body was covered in blood and mud.

Cang Hao has completely fallen behind, so even Leng Tong and Huang Binhuan can't stand it anymore, aiming at the fast knife hand with a gun, and quickly approaching Cang Hao's side.

"Why do you still want to shoot?" "The fast knife hand smiled nonchalantly: "Cang Hao, you disappointed me too much!"

Cang Hao glanced at his brothers, and said coldly to the fast knife hand: "First of all, I admire your courage to dare to fight me alone; ”

"Listen......" The fast knife man smiled slightly: "I told you just now, I originally needed money to be a killer, but then this purpose changed a little, I want to be the best killer." How's it going, doesn't it feel like I'm a little like you?"

"That's right!"

"If you shoot me today, it only means that you are not my opponent, although I am dead, in fact I have won!" Spreading his hands, the fast knife hand said a little crazy: "The world will know that the blood lion Jerrold is afraid of my fast knife hand!"

Zhao Xuan bared his teeth: "Is this guy crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, on the contrary, I'm sober. Isn't honor more important than life for soldiers, although I am not a soldier, I am willing to exchange my life for honor!" Speaking of this, the expression of the fast knife hand became a little stunned: "I'm not afraid to tell you honestly, since the day I became a killer, I don't take death seriously!"

Zhao Xuan spat out a mouthful of phlegm: "Boy, you brag about B is quite powerful, but I still decided to shoot you to death!"

"Stop!" Cang Hao glared at Zhao Xuan viciously: "I have already said, you all stand aside for me, I will end this battle myself!"

"But ......"

"No, but!" Cang Hao interrupted Zhao Xuan impatiently: "If I really die here today, you have to be proud of me!"

The words landed, Cang Hao totoed a little, jumped high, and threw the stick in his hand to the fast knife hand as the head wheel.

Although the throwing stick looks light and fluttering, it has great lethality in Cang Hao's hands, and the fast knife hand does not dare to underestimate it, and hurriedly swings the knife to meet it.

Unexpectedly, Cang Hao made a false move, his wrist flipped, the throwing stick turned around, and knocked the scimitar of the fast knife hand from the other direction.

Immediately after, Cang Hao's knees curled up and landed heavily on the chest of the fast knife hand.

The knife man screamed and fell to the ground on his back.

However, this guy's reaction speed was still very fast, and when he expected Cang Hao to attack, his body rolled around on the ground, and the horizontal knife in his hand swept at the same time.

If Cang Hao really moved forward, he was afraid that his ankle would be cut off by this knife, but Cang Hao did not rush forward, but jumped high again.

The fast knife hand man was still lying on the ground, just stabilizing his body, and he didn't have time to dodge at all.

Cang Hao still curled up his legs, and his knee slammed into the chest of the fast knife hand, and the knee is one of the hardest parts of the human body, and the fast knife hand opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Cang Hao was kneeling on the fast knife hand's chest at this time, raised his hand and waved the stick, and knocked it on the throat of the fast knife hand with the handle of the stick.

At this moment, the fast knife hand almost didn't catch his breath, his eyes rolled white, and he almost fainted.

It must be admitted that the fast knife hand was fierce enough, almost immediately, and he raised the scimitar from the bottom to the top, almost cutting off Cang Hao's jaw.

Cang Hao hurriedly leaned back, his legs were used at the same time, and he jumped away.

The knife missed, but the fast knife hand also took the opportunity to stand up, clutching his throat and staggering back several steps.

Cang Hao made a gesture of please: "Go on!"

"Don't rejoice too soon. The quick knife hand smiled: "This is just the beginning......

"I know your strength hasn't been fully exerted yet, but there's another thing I don't know......" Cang Hao carefully looked at the fast knife hand's expression: "You came here today just because you want to make a name for yourself, or because you were hired?"

"I can't sue you for this!"

"Oh. Cang Hao smiled: "Then I'll know." ”

"What do you know?"

"The minimum professionalism of a killer is that he must keep his employer confidential. In other words, if you really come to the door by yourself and want to make a name for yourself, you will admit it generously. Cang Hao smiled coldly again: "It was someone else who sent you, and then you found out that this is a good opportunity to help you gain a greater reputation." ”

The fast knife hand shook his head helplessly: "You are too smart. ”

"Let me guess who this person is......" Cang Hao said a name word by word: "Zhou Dayu." ”

The fast knife hand didn't make a sound, and Cang Hao said again: "You don't need to answer anymore, your micro-expression has been proven, I am right." ”

"I don't care about the grievances between you and Zhou Dayu......"

"I don't need you to care about that, I just want to confirm my assumptions. Cang Hao interrupted the words of the quick knife hand: "At the beginning, Zou Feng hired a famous short axe hand through some channels. Now that Zou Feng is dead, I suspect that the resources and connections he left behind have been taken over by Zhou Dayu, and now your appearance proves that Zhou Dayu really has this ability. ”

"Less nonsense!" The fast knife hand rushed over: "Go on!"

The fast knife hand danced out two knife flowers, almost covering Cang Haotuan.

Cang Hao only had a slinger stick in his hand, flying up and down, waving it, and the sound of "clanging" was endless, but Cang Hao could only barely block the attack of the fast knife hand.

The speed of the fast knife hand once again had the advantage, and just now Cang Hao knocked away the horizontal knife, and the scimitar made a hole in Cang Hao's other shoulder.

Immediately after, the fast knife hand jumped up, and kicked Cang Hao's chest with both feet together.

Cang Hao's body flew backwards, but the fast knife hand landed firmly on the ground.

This time, Cang Hao stood up again, feeling that his whole body was about to fall apart.

"If you have any last words, hurry up and explain. The expression of the fast knife hand became hideous, and he looked at Cang Hao's eyes full of bloodshots: "Today we have one of us who must die." ”

Before the words fell, the fast knife hand rushed to Cang Hao's side, Cang Hao opened the scimitar with a throwing stick, and the other hand slashed at the wrist of the fast knife holding the horizontal knife, and the horizontal knife was also sideways.

Both knives missed, but the fast knife hand slammed his head into Cang Hao's chest, Cang Hao felt the stone hit the ground, and fell to the ground again.