Now she is embarrassed to stand forward and backward, impartial, she is the target of the public, and she is even more eye-catching like standing out from the crowd, how can Le Shi feel so stupid and swaggering!

Afraid of something, Le Shi's body moved, and she was about to pull her legs and run away, but a cold light flashed in front of her, she turned her head sideways, avoided a fatal knife, and a strand of hair tied to a ponytail was shaved off and slid over her ears.

Whoop –

Two long knives and short blades slashed at each other of her body.

The two mercenaries had already blocked Leshi's retreat one after the other, and the swords were fatal.

Le Shi has seen that the knife technique they make is mainly based on strength and speed to attack the enemy's vital points to win, and the short blade in the hand is to replace the palm force at the same time, and flexibly play the auxiliary aggression of the short knife method, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, and the melee attack often has the effect of surprise and unpreparedness. Two sharp blades, one long and one short, staggered attacks, between virtual and real, perfectly coordinated.

This kind of knife technique is similar to the Oriental knife method but not the Oriental knife method, and it should be based on the Oriental knife method, and it has been innovated with modern fighting techniques.

Just now, Le Shi was able to subdue the three mercenaries in one fell swoop in an instant, but he only took the initiative by surprise with his body, speed, and moves.

Now the knife nets of the two mercenaries have locked all the retreats of Le Shi up and down, left and right, and there is no choice but to fight hard to meet the enemy head-on.

The two of them are fierce and fierce, slashing at every fatal point on Le Shi's body quickly and accurately, and the timing and angle of the two of them are very cleverly coordinated, requiring Le Shi to deal with two knives and two edged four weapons at the same time, and synchronize attacks from four tricky angles.

So, in the situation of avoiding and dying, and not avoiding and dying, those mercenaries could only instinctively dodge the bullets that deliberately gave them dodge tips, and then, one after another, they fell into the open mouths on the ground, and they were swallowed up by darkness before they even had time to make a superfluous exclamation.

Leshi's footsteps flew, her body fluttering, and she spun like a dance, avoiding the wielding of the long knives of the mercenaries who besieged her from all angles.

In the flashing of the sword and the change of purpose is a cut above the first round of attacks, the eight masters in the clone army, in the clone army, the more they fight, the more they fight, the more anxious they become, and the more they fight, the more frightened they become.

The Clone Army's style of play is enough time for them to rest and observe, and they will not be tired at all, and it is these eight masters who are tired.

Entangled by the clone army and fighting endlessly, the clone army has plenty of time to adjust to breath, but the eight masters have no chance to breathe, only constantly consume their strength. The poem swept in with the blade, grabbed the tip of the long knife that was slashed head-on with one hand, pulled it backhand, and instantly clamped the blade with two fingers, and swept it forward head-on.

Swept to the front of the handle of the knife, two fingers deflected, five fingers into a hook, the backhand grabbed and twisted, the handle was suddenly flipped the direction, the moment of taking off the hand, the middle finger of the poem flicked to the hemp point of the opponent's wrist, and then took off, clamped the middle two fingers of the opponent, and the backhand was slammed.

There were several clicks, and the mercenary's hand, from the fingers to the shoulder, twisted into four arcs at an eerie angle.

Before the miserable cry in the mercenary's mouth could be issued, the silver branch swung out by Le Shi's other hand had already stabbed straight into the center of the blade cut by the other mercenary, and hit the mercenary's wrist with the knife, and the silver branch was slanted upward, drawing a bloody mark of flesh and tendons.