Just when Chen Mengran thought he had been discovered, he saw that the strange man turned his head back again.

Chen Mengran's heart when he mentioned his voice was slightly put back.

"I'll just say, how can he see me. Chen Mengran patted his chest and said.

Although I comforted myself in this way, I still had doubts in my heart. The other party's eyes just now were obviously looking at him, was it just a coincidence?

Cold-blooded held the knife in his right hand and crossed his chest, and his left hand touched the wound on his abdomen, the tentacles were sticky and blood-red.

The confrontation just now added a lot of knife wounds to his body, no less than ten wounds. Of course, the lone wolf didn't need to take advantage, and he was also cut by a cold-blooded knife, and the two were evenly matched.

Licked the blood off his hands, both his own and lone wolves.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared in the cold-blooded eyes.

Although it seems that no one can take advantage of it on the surface, secretly he has always had the upper hand.

What cold-blooded wants now is not to win with one hit, but to fight with the opponent to consume, and the fight is who consumes the energy to the end. The injuries he suffered were much smaller than those of a lone wolf, so it was consumed little by little with blood, and needless to say, he was the one who had the last laugh in the end.

The lone wolf also realized the current situation, glanced at the bleeding wound, and felt that it was not only blood that was lost, but also the source of life.

With the loss of a large amount of blood, the lone wolf's mind has become dizzy, and his eyes are blurry, which is greatly detrimental to the next battle.

This made the lone wolf very anxious, and he would never allow himself to lose, because once he failed, it was not only him who died, but his sister was not spared.

He knew cold-bloodedness too well, and what he just said was no joke. Out of resentment towards himself, Lone Wolf can imagine how Cold-Blooded would play with his sister.

For Lin Xiaomei, who doesn't know each other, the lone wolf can't bear to be persecuted in cold blood, let alone his own sister.

"I can't fall, I can't just fall. The lone wolf warned himself again and again to hold on.

The face of his sister flashed in his mind, and the lone wolf also sobered up a lot. The somewhat sloppy eyes once again condensed the cold light, and there was a strong fighting intent in his heart.

The cold-blooded brows furrowed again, out of the killer's intuition, he thought that the current lone wolf was at the end of the crossbow, but he didn't expect that the other party could condense such a big murderous aura, which was somewhat unexpected to him.

"If it were me, I'm afraid I would have accepted my fate. Cold-blooded thought to himself.

Just when he was surprised by the tenacity of the lone wolf, he saw the lone wolf's figure flash, and he actually took the initiative to rush towards him.

The lone wolf knew that he couldn't drag it out any longer, and the longer it dragged on, the more blood would be lost from his body, and the more bad it would be for him.

He had to make a last-ditch effort while he was still conscious.

The speed of the lone wolf was much slower than before, but the murderous aura on his body had not diminished at all. He leaned over and rushed towards the cold blood, the short blade in his hand spinning in the palm of his hand like a propeller, and the sound even faintly roared. Chen Mengran never thought that a person could play with the knife so superbly, he was stunned for a while, and the body that originally wanted to leave also stopped, and watched the next battle intently.

In his opinion, the next battle will definitely be even more exciting than just now.

The cold-blooded expression was solemn, he was an expert in playing with knives, and he knew that the other party had played the knife so far, and the angle of the next knife was definitely very tricky.

Of course, he didn't care most about cold-bloodedness, he was more concerned about the lone wolf's final knife grip.

Connoisseurs who play knives know that different knife grip techniques can kill different tricky knife techniques, and under normal circumstances, the moves made by the reverse grip are smaller than the straight grip, but the angle of the knife is more tricky. And the lone wolf has already played the knife to such a fancy Cheng Dù, cold-blooded is almost certain that the other party will hold the knife with his backhand and strike the knife at an angle that he can't think of.

Since it is impossible to predict the angle of the opponent's sword, the final way to crack it is to strike preemptively and make a move in advance before the opponent holds the knife, so as to interrupt the opponent's move and take the lead.

However, it is not easy to preemptively strike, which requires accurate calculation of the distance between the two sides and the timing of the knife, so as to infer the timing of the opponent's knife, so as to grasp the opportunity one second before the knife is made. For the cold-blooded, it can be described as a challenge.

His eyes were fixed on the figure of the lone wolf, and he felt cold-blooded that as the distance advanced, the pressure brought by the other party became more and more. Instinctively told him that the other party had poured all his essence into the next sword.

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters, eight meters, six meters......

In his cold-blooded heart, he silently calculated the distance between the two sides, and his eyes were fixed on the knife in the hand of the lone wolf for a moment.

When the distance between the two sides was only five meters, the knife in the lone wolf's hand just turned into a reverse grip position.

"It's now. ”

The cold-blooded body, which had been standing still, suddenly moved.

It was like a cunning rabbit suddenly jumping out two meters, and the sharp blade in his hand pierced the lone wolf's chest like a dragon.

The heart is the most important organ of human beings, and once it is pierced here, there is no survival. Cold-blooded, this is the place where the lone wolf must be saved, in order to disrupt the lone wolf's next killing move.

It's just that, to his surprise, the knife in the lone wolf's hand did not stop at the moment he stabbed out, but turned half a circle in the palm of his hand before holding the hilt.

"It's, straight grip. Cold-blooded and shocked thought.

He would never have thought that the other party would choose to hold it straight. In this way, the opponent's knife will not be killed from a tricky angle.

The answer was soon known, and the moment he grasped the hilt, the lone wolf followed his example, and the knife in his hand went straight to his chest.

It's actually fighting for your life.

Although he had long expected that the other party would be forced to burn the jade, he still didn't expect it to be now.

Cold-blooded wanted to move his body away, but unfortunately, the lone wolf's momentum was too fast, and he didn't even have the slightest chance to dodge.

Seeing his knife stabbing into the lone wolf's chest, he felt that the strength of the lone wolf's whole body was also drained in an instant, and his originally flickering eyes were also darkened a lot.

However, even if he killed the other party, he still couldn't change the momentum of the other party's knife.

In fact, the lone wolf's knife in his chest no longer had any power, even if the bayonet was cold-blooded in the chest, it would not go deep, and it would not hurt cold-blooded.

It's a pity that his momentum is too fast, and with this momentum, he can also send the short blade into the cold-blooded chest. This is the lone wolf's final fight.

A gold medal killer's counterattack before dying is absolutely fatal.

Watching his blade stab into the cold-blooded chest little by little, the lone wolf's originally gloomy eyes flashed with a glimmer of brilliance.

The corners of his mouth also pulled a smile, although he couldn't recognize his sister and share the joy of family, but it also prevented her from suffering the fate of killing, which can be regarded as compensation for not being able to take care of her all these years.