It's a pity that they met Jin Rui.

In personal combat, Jin Rui practiced the most in personal combat.

The right wrist swiped upward, swept in front of a person's eyes, and with a sharp swing of the wrist, the blade immediately appeared, cutting the eyes horizontally, and blood splashed.

The remaining momentum is unabated, drawing a half circle and cutting inward, holding two knife flowers in front of the other person's eyes, and the knife in his left hand is wiped from the outside of the neck of the other person, and a blood line appears in the middle of the yellow throat.

When the two moves came out, the inertia began to extend, and the rotation speed of the body increased sharply.

I saw that Jin Rui's twin knives were still hidden under his wrists, and occasionally a light flashed, and he flew with blood arrows.

In the last blow, Jin Rui's double knives were raised, revealing the tip of the knife, turning in place, stabbing straight with his right knife, without looking back, and the left knife stretched straight back.

Behind him, a soldier clutched his throat and collapsed.

A soldier in front of him quietly glanced at Jin Rui for the last time, looked down at his lower abdomen, and couldn't help kneeling on the ground, his head lowered, and he didn't move again.

Jin Rui put away the knife, wiped the blood stains on the sleeves of the 160,000 sets of British aristocratic custom suits, and quietly looked at the twelve people lying on the ground.

Among them, there was a cold-blooded soldier whose eyes had been cut off by his own sword, sitting silently on the ground, his fists raised to his chest, still maintaining a vigilant fighting posture.

His head was tilted, his right ear was listening to the movement, and his face was full of indifference without a trace of sadness and joy.

Blood flowed all over his face, down his neck, into his suit, out of his shirt, and dripping onto the floor.

"What's your name?"

"Jin Rui! gold of gold, sharp of sharpness!"

"Give me a good time. ”

"You figure it out yourself. ”

As he spoke, Jin Rui kicked a dagger under his feet to the man's side.

The man picked up the dagger and said in a deep voice, "I have a son, and I will avenge me when I grow up." ”

"Anytime, anywhere!"

The man didn't say anything more, but drew his sword, and the blood rushed wildly, and he fell to the ground and died.

Jin Rui stood still, took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it, inhaled most of it deeply, the nicotine breath diffused in his body, and the waves in his heart slowly subsided.

It was only at this moment that Jin Rui found a little bit of the feeling of the former heavenly soldiers.

Ten meters behind him, there was a fountain in the front yard of the villa, in which several people were lying.

The endless spring water gushes tirelessly and lightly, and the water is red and blood-red.

On the edge of the fountain, there stood Yan Xiaodie and the giant man Bart.

Yan Xiaodie's professional suit is equipped with two high-definition pinhole probes for spies, which can transmit Jin Rui's battle scenes back to the big bus in real time.

Bart looked at Jin Rui, who was smoking a cigarette on his back in the distance, and slowly lifted the large satchel he was carrying to his belly, holding his hands tightly.

Yan Xiaodie looked at Jin Rui's back blankly, her breathing was light and rapid, her eyes were full of fear and horror, and her body trembled slightly.

As a 712 field thug, I have seen too many weirdness and mysteries, but I have never seen such a living person who frightens me to the point of outrageousness.

The twelve cold-blooded warriors were the most powerful guards of the Song family, and their skill quality was even three points higher than that of the professional outfit.

The king of the twelve soldiers killed in the pile of dead people was completely wiped out by Jin Rui within thirty seconds.

Who the hell is he?

His marksmanship is unparalleled, his fighting is unparalleled, and his knife skills...

Such a terrifying person, such a person who kills without blinking.

Who the hell is he?

In the 60 years since we founded 712, there has never been such a person in our records.

With his skills and the black technology of 712, one person can definitely easily kill a regiment, and even a division has no problem.

Who the hell is he??? the noonday sun shining on the two of them, and they don't feel the slightest warmth.

Bart hugged Jin Rui's large satchel tighter again.

said in a gentle tone that he had never had before: "He, to me, his subordinates are merciful, too much." ”

Yan Xiaodie said softly: "Senior brother, I'm afraid of him. He's not human. ”

"You see that he has killed so many people, and he is still so calm, as if he is stepping on a few ants, he has not yet used his real strength. ”

Bart slapped his chest: "No! Because, he's smoking!"

"The third cigarette!"

"That's when he hadn't killed anyone in seven months, so he's a little unaccustomed. ”

"He came back seven months ago, and he has always been honest and responsible, traveling in the mountains and rivers, and earning money with peace of mind..."

"The Song family is finished!"

At this time, Jin Rui finished his third cigarette, slowly stepped on the cigarette butt, and half looked back at Yan Xiaodie and Bart on the edge of the fountain.

A trademark grin.

Yan Xiaodie and Bart froze, chilling all over.

Bart Chrysanthemum clamped tightly, held Jin Rui's big satchel high, and smiled.

Yan Xiaodie showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and waved her hand gently at Jin Rui.

Jin Rui's smile condensed slightly, waved his hand with a knife, turned his head, and shook his head secretly.

It's really a super dog.

This scared the beauty and the beast.

The brother also said that he would take the beast giant Hanba as his younger brother.

This time it didn't take a head.

At the beginning, Jin Rui was still a little unable to let go, but now after killing the twelve cold-blooded soldiers, his mood is much calmer.

The thief old man is really right, if you kill too many people, you will be addicted.

It will be difficult not to kill the heart.

Only after killing will the mood subside.

This is a common problem of all three generations of heavenly soldiers.

Occupational disease!

There is no cure!!

The old thief said that such a person will have sequelae, so Jin Rui has always maintained various bad habits of talking a lot, just to prevent this sequelae.

But Jin Rui knows that he likes to talk to himself secretly on weekdays, which is one of the signs of sequelae.

Slowly, Jin Rui sat down, took out three stone needles from his bag, and silently lucked out, taking advantage of the fact that the internal force did not dissipate, he picked up the three stone needles and stabbed them at his upper and lower dantian and jade pillows.

This is the method of sealing the acupoint taught by the old thief man, which can make his perception more sensitive and make his strength more powerful.

The advantage of this is that you can keep your internal force for a while.

Harm!

As long as he can kill Song Yang, Jin Rui can afford the big disadvantage.

There are still many masters in the villa, and only by such means can they fight.

Heavenly Soldiers!

Never back down!

Armed with two knives, Jin Rui faced the main gate of the villa.

This time, no one came out to stop him.

The gate of the villa is four meters high, two and a half meters wide, made of Burmese flower and pear, and it is expensive, and you can buy the outfit provided by Jin Rui's battle star martial arts.

The carvings on it are also inlaid with gold edges, and there are more than a dozen B-grade rubies.

The middle of the 80-centimeter-long doorknob is actually made of Hetian Yushan water, pure white and flawless, and the touch is warm to the touch, and the first-class landscape material is colored.

Half of the door was lightly closed, Jin Rui walked to the door, pushed the door, and took a step inside.

The two qi engines immediately locked themselves.

Jin Rui turned a blind eye, but first set his eyes on a person in the south.

This person did not use the qi machine to shine on himself, but this person's qi machine was the most powerful in the entire villa.

King-level master!!

Last night, the Hilton Hotel, two kilometers north and fifty meters high, was this air.

To Jin Rui's surprise, this qi machine did not peep at him today.

Jin Rui slowly withdrew his gaze from this sixty-year-old king-level master and turned to the hall.

The Song family's villa is huge, with a height of 13 meters, and the hall below is 900 square meters, and the decoration is also luxurious to the extreme.

The doorknobs are all made of Hetian jade, not to mention the interior decoration.

But now the middle of the hall is empty, and on the large rosewood sofas on the east side, a group of old people in their seventies and eighties are sitting.

All of them are wearing very old-fashioned grass green suits and tunics.

These people are all a generation of famous generals and giants who have been stabbing horizontally, crisscrossing the battlefield, and roaring immediately.

In the middle sat a handsome guy, wearing a casual practice uniform, full of spirit like jade, magnificent, divine light, and heroic.

Compared with this person, Jin Rui looks much older.

To the west is a long mahogany chair with young men and women and some middle-aged men and women sitting.

There were only two people sitting on the north side, an uncle in Tang costume in his forties and fifties and a man in a suit in his thirties.

There are more people in the south.

It was all middle-aged men and women who looked ordinary or even ugly, but were dressed luxuriously.

Needless to say, these people in the south are all masters from all walks of life invited by the Song family to the town.

After sweeping around, Jin Rui slowly moved his gaze to the super handsome guy in the east.

The handsome guy looked at Jin Rui and nodded slightly, with a hint of indescribable surprise in his eyes.