Chapter 21, the killing machine is silent in the night wind, and the anger hand in hand is tangible

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The weather in the north is cold, and there is a wind at night.

Qi Han stepped out of the tent, and the wine was up, and he was stimulated by the cold wind, only to feel dizzy and dizzy.

Raise your sleeves and gently rub the acupuncture points next to your forehead, the cold wind takes advantage of the gap to enter, and a layer of pimples freezes on your arms. Suddenly, the weather became colder, and the night became colder and colder. He raised his eyes and saw a bright white moon in the sky, the stars were sparse, the Milky Way was gray, and the end was slaughtered. The night was low and green, the moonlight was swaying and falling brightly, and the wine was surging, only to feel that there was a white light and black shadows in front of me, and I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a wake-up.

At this moment, he felt a murderous aura.

Taking advantage of the faint fire in the camp, a burly figure came, and before anyone arrived, the serpentine iron spear stabbed first!

There was no shouting, no angry breath, and the black and heavy spear tip flashed, carrying a cold murderous aura straight to the door!

The eight-inch spear blade seemed to spit out a snake with a letter, and the move was extremely ruthless, and the person who came only wanted to kill it with one move, turning Qi Han to the ground.

Qi Han's feet slipped, and the tip of the spear pierced through the sleeves and chest, and the shirt was torn open with a "bang", and if it was one point shorter, it could enter the flesh. He was in a cold sweat for a moment, and the wine went to Sancheng first.

"Zhang Fei, what are you doing?" asked angrily, he angrily pulled out his waist sword and attacked the spear, but he didn't expect the other party's strength to be so great, it was as strong as Mount Tai pressed against the top of the force, and the long sword couldn't grasp the sharp pain in his arm, and flew out of his hand!

As soon as the weapon was lost, Qi Han was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he could only keep dodging. I don't know if drinking has stimulated his potential, and his body's flexibility has been improved to the extreme, as if he has returned to the level of his previous life. Between a few moves, he leaped and fled, and the whole person seemed to have a spring, and every time the snake spear was about to fall on his body, he was always able to avoid it.

"What are you doing, you are taking the life of this white-faced thief!" Zhang Fei snorted and sneered, and the snake spear grazed Qi Han's face with the sound of whirring wind, and the cold blade swept his face with pain.

Qi Han was puzzled in his heart, didn't the people of this era admire martial arts the most? He had lost his sword at this moment, and Zhang Fei didn't stop.

The tent of the discussion was far away from the place where the sergeant lived, the sergeant in the camp had already rested, Siye looked around at no one, only the light of some torches in the distance was flickering, Zhang Fei was born with a black face, at this moment, in Qi Han's opinion, he could only see the fierce eyes like a beast, which were full of killing intent and a cold smile. This tower-like black man attacked him with impunity.

It seems that his feelings should not be wrong, and the other party did not intend to let him leave alive from the beginning.

"Zhang Fei, you deceived me into having no soldiers in my hands, I really can't win, villain style!" Qi Han dodged himself, but he would be distracted when he spoke, and the placket on his body was inevitably swept away, and soon there was a faint stinging pain in a small wound.

Zhang Fei's spear made the tiger mighty, beckoning him to the throat and heart, and sneered in a deep voice: "If you want to fight me fairly, you villain is not worthy!"

Qi Han secretly scolded this person for being vicious, he simply learned Liu Bei's hypocrisy to the fullest, if he was in front of people, Zhang Fei would never say such a thing, he must have made a pretentious appearance and asked him to take a weapon and die convincingly.

Knowing that he wanted to kill himself while no one was in the dark of night, Qi Han couldn't call for help when he panicked to dodge, and every time he wanted to call someone for a long time, he was blocked by Zhang Fei's iron spear sweeping and evasive.

In the darkness of the night, he couldn't find the lost sword, let alone any other weapon.

The tent was set up outside the racecourse, in the wilderness and quiet, and after the banquet was over, the surroundings were empty, and there was no blade to defend against the enemy in the green area the size of a stadium. Qi cold sweat piled up and buzzed in his head, holding a heart to his throat, unable to fall and spit out, he could only rely on intuition and dim moonlight to quickly dodge Zhang Fei's crazy attack.

From being attacked to struggling to support, but in a minute or two, he felt that this short time was as long as a few days and nights.

As soon as the snake spear flipped over, Zhang Fei was like a wolf dog chasing rabbits, and finally lost his patience.

With a deliberately suppressed voice, the spear tip snake swam away, and the light burst out like a cold wave undercurrent, and like a torrential rain, covering Qi Han's figure in an instant, locking him in the cold light, no matter he went up, down, left or right, he could never get out of the place where the spear tip went!

The offensive came suddenly, Qi Han didn't expect Zhang Fei to seem reckless, but he could make the heavy spear so dense and agitated, and all the retreat routes were blocked in an instant, he was so shocked that he couldn't even think of where to escape! If he jumped, he could jump more than half a meter higher than ordinary people, and curl up in the air, but at this moment, Zhang Fei's spear could break him off with a sweep......

It was this moment of hesitation, Zhang Fei smiled, the snake spear had already been handed out, and it stabbed straight into his abdomen!

"Hugh injured Qi Sima!"

It seemed that Liu Bei's voice came, and he stopped in a hurry. When it reached Qi Han's eardrums, he felt so far away...... The qiē in front of him suddenly slowed down and became so clear. He could even see the dark patterns on the snake spear, and the dark and cold light on it was the mark of the blood of countless people. He lowered his head, his eyes widened, his breath stagnant, and he watched as the tip of the black iron spear stabbed into his abdomen......

"Qi Han!"

The familiar voice was hoarse due to panic, like a thunderbolt, which instantly woke up Qi Han!

No, how could he give up?

How many times has he faced the fear of failure, how many times he has brushed shoulders with bad luck, how many times has he shouldered the pressure of heavy annihilation, which time has he not knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood, and he has never had the idea of giving up, not to mention, this time what he wants to give up is his own life!

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope for survival, he will never give up!

Qi Han's brain thundered like thunder, and then, knowing that this spear would inevitably stab him, he still struggled to lean back, and his light waist was like a willow branch broken by the wind, fluttering away.

"Bell ——!"

With a piercing exchange of gold and iron, the steel spear that should have pierced through his body was actually rubbed against his body and smashed out by the silver spear!

Qi Han felt a pain in his abdomen. Looking down, I saw a hideous cut in the middle of my clothes, and a red mark on the exposed skin was conspicuous, and it was already scratched through the oily skin, which was extremely burning. He had no doubt that if the tip of the spear advanced one centimeter further, he would be disemboweled.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Bei had already grabbed Zhang Fei, who was still about to pounce, but before Qi Han could react, he was already pulled aside by Zhao Yun to inspect the injury.

Zhao Yun frowned, looking at Qi Han's tattered clothes, a few faint wisps of blood made his gaze instantly gloomy.

"I'm fine. Qi Han pulled his clothes together with a big grin, stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder, but comforted him.

But listening to Liu Bei's reprimand over there, Zhang Fei just insisted that "seeing his flexible steps and wanting to fight with him, how do you know that he is not good", Qi Leng laughed and looked at Zhao Yun, wondering what his reaction was.

saw Zhao Yun's eyes staring straight at Zhang Fei outside Zhang Xu, his eyes were dark and gloomy, and he seemed to be brewing a storm.

"Let's go, go home. Zhao Yun's cold voice was unusually hoarse and dull in the night wind. His hand trembled slightly, but he held Qi Han's hand tightly, and the other clenched the silver spear, and his robe walked away with the wind. Qi Han felt that his always warm palm was cold, and looked over in a daze, but seeing that Zhao Yun was silent, there was a trace of anger in his eyes that seemed to burn to the sky.

He's angry.

Qi Han's heart moved, and the corners of his lips involuntarily overflowed with a light smile.

Zilong was so angry that he completely ignored Liu Bei and the others, pulled himself and left...... But he never thought that he had just walked on the edge of life and death, and he was faintly happy in his heart.

Behind him was Liu Bei's uninterrupted apology, Zhao Yun's footsteps paused, but in the next second, he pulled Qi Han to leave faster without looking back. At this moment, there were no other thoughts in his mind, just a flickering sentence frantically - "Zhang Fei wants to kill Qi Han...... He dared to kill Qi Han!"

It's not that he doesn't want to listen to Liu Bei's retention and explanation, and it's not that he doesn't see Zhang Fei bowing his head and eyebrows when he is scolded, but he doesn't want to stay even a little longer! He knows that as long as he stays for a little longer, he will definitely be tempted to raise his gun and kill that Zhang Fei!

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Qi Han didn't understand why Zhao Yun was so angry.

Or rather, he had never seen him so angry and frightened. Even when he faced Gao Lan that night, his expression was not like this. Different from that kind of hateful ghost-like eyes, Zhao Yun at this moment is more like a bomb, you can't figure out what he's going to do at all, but you can feel that kind of anger like substance, which may explode at any time and destroy the world.

Qi Han didn't want to see Zhao Yun's expression, but he was inexplicably moved.

So he forcibly shook off Zhao Yun's hand, got out of his cold sweaty fingers, and said several times that he was fine, but the other party didn't seem to listen at all, and his eyes were just staring at his broken clothes and the wisps of blood on them.

"Zilong, I'm really fine, it's all small wounds, and the ants bite bigger than this...... Don't be stunned, let's go back. The two walked out of the camp and came to the street, a team of patrolmen walked away from them in a scattered manner, Qi Han saw that he suddenly stopped in his thoughts, and the silver gun in his hand also sounded softly, and he couldn't help but be startled, for fear that he would not be able to restrain himself and go back to fight with others, so he had to emphasize again that he was fine.

Zhao Yun only glanced at him silently, still pursed his lips, and frowned.