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Fang Meng smiled: "You really should be afraid, hum." ”

Bai Zezuo said in horror: "I'm so scared. ”

Fang Meng said: "You are too fake, the performance must be heartfelt, and there must be body language, so that it is interesting for me to kill." ”

Bai Ze sighed, threw away the black cloud knife in his hand, made a frightened look, and kept retreating, like a weak student, the kind of panic, uneasiness, crampedness, and fear when encountering a roadblock and robbery......

Fang Meng smiled cruelly: "Very good, this is very good, you have a lot of talent in acting." ”

Bai Ze's hands trembled in fear: "Don't kill me, don't come here!"

Fang Meng was like a big bad wolf that caught a little sheep, and said with a perverted smile: "Be a little more afraid, pay attention to the coordination of expressions and movements, this is not enough......"

Fang Meng said as he walked towards Bai Ze.

Bai Ze immediately put away the expression on his face, his hands didn't tremble, he shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "Ask for so much, if you don't kill me, if you don't kill me, if you don't kill me, I'm going home." ”

Bai Ze seemed to be unsuspecting, bending down to pick up the black cloud knife on the ground.

Fang Meng said secretly: "Good opportunity." ”

This posture is not as good as even if Bai Ze draws his sword, and no one in this posture dodges his short sword.

Although he is a pervert, he is also extremely intelligent and very careful.

He drew his sword.

A sword is as fast as thunder.

At this time, Bai Ze bent over and just got up.

With one sword, Bai Ze will be killed!

Fang Meng laughed, he killed purely in pursuit of that momentary pleasure, the frightened face that the opponent couldn't dodge in the face of his sword.

It's just that the smile only lasted less than two seconds before it froze.

Bai Ze just bent down and got up.

Fang Meng's sword stopped an inch away from Bai Ze's heart.

Poof.

Kuru, Kuru. (onomatopoeia)

Fang Meng's sword fell to the ground.

Kuru, Kuru. (onomatopoeia)

Fang Meng covered his neck with a face full of disbelief, a flying knife was inserted in his throat, and he didn't even know how this flying knife Bai Ze was inserted.

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

Bai Ze took the scabbard of the Black Cloud Knife and lightly touched his body, and Fang Meng fell.

Bai Ze shook his head and sighed: "Why bother!"

The east is passing away, the river is rapid, and the geese are not in the north, and there is a place to go. Who understands the desperation? The past is like the wind.

Bai Ze doesn't want to kill, it's just that some people are better off dead than alive, and strength and desire will always make people lost.

Bai Ze waited for an hour, and when it was really solved, it was only about ten minutes, but at this time, he was going back.

Bai Ze was wearing a wide T-shirt and jeans, his immature face had grown a beard, he looked like an ordinary student, and under his smiling appearance was actually a lonely and tired heart.

He had only just taken a dozen or so steps before he stopped, and he felt a murderous aura piercing into his back like a needle.

Bai Ze didn't look back, he couldn't turn back, there would be flaws when he turned back.

If you don't look back, you'll be invulnerable, because your opponent won't know where your counterattack is.

Bai Ze just stood still.

The people behind Bai Ze, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, Bai Ze just kept moving, like a sculpture, like an old monk.

The person behind him was a little anxious, his forehead was sweating, but he didn't make a move.

No one can be indifferent to knowing that someone is going to kill you behind your back, which requires a strong psychology and a state of mind like water.

The person behind Bai Ze is also an experienced killer, and he likes to kill people behind his back the most, he has natural patience and determination, sometimes in order to kill an opponent, he can even endure in one place for a few days and nights, just to find a suitable angle.

He is the fastest-rising killer among the new killers of the Hell League.

The wind was blowing, in the ruins of the broken walls, in the withered grass, the mud and sand were flying, but Bai Ze hooked the corners of his mouth, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Bai Ze couldn't see the appearance of the person behind him, but he could feel that the other party was a master, at least a master stronger than the Black Crow Daoist, because he felt a trace of danger.

And the person behind him is still waiting, holding his breath.

One minute.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Half-hour.

One hour.

The sun has set, and the night has come.

Neither of them moved, and the person behind them was hidden in the shadows, motionless.

Bai Ze maintained a standing posture and still did not look back.

When the night came, the evening breeze gusted, a little hot and a little cold.

The person behind him is not in a hurry, and he is more powerful than endurance? The night is more powerful to him, because his nickname is Black Night, his knife is called Black Night, and his killing move is also called Black Night, he only has one move, and the deadly one only needs one move.

Bai Ze suddenly spoke: "The wind is blowing!"

Three words, only three words, three inconsequential words, but the person behind him tensed his body. Fang Li and Fang Meng didn't feel Bai Ze's danger, but he felt that this was an opponent worthy of his full attention.

Bai Ze secretly said in his heart: "I wanted to compare with you, but I'm going home for dinner, it's boring." ”

Bai Ze said again: "I'll give you this opportunity." ”

This time it was seven words, and the words sounded through the empty wilderness.

The person behind him didn't respond, he didn't need to respond, and Bai Ze knew so.

As soon as Bai Ze's words fell, he suddenly turned around and turned back, and the expected sword light arrived.

The night, the night knife, the night-like killing move, at the most tricky angle, at the fastest speed, stabbed into Bai Ze's heart.

This is like a knife like a dark night, the person behind it has practiced hard no less than 10,000 times, day and night, since he came out of the mountain, he has killed countless people, even Yan Nantian, one of the famous Jiangnan Seven Musketeers, also died under this knife. For him, as long as the angle is correct, with the speed and accuracy of his shot, no one can avoid this knife, which is a fatal knife, a fatal knife.

It's just that, alas, this desperate knife was indeed inserted into the opponent's back of the heart, but it was inserted into a black scabbard, the scabbard of the black cloud knife, the opponent was so terrible that he had already predicted the position of this knife.

With a ding, the moment the killing move was blocked, Bai Ze suddenly turned around and drew his knife and pulled out the black cloud knife.

The black cloud knife turned into a gust of wind and blew towards the person behind it, which was the instinct of a swordsman.

His name is Night, his knife is called Night, and his knife move is Night, but he only has one move. This is the first time in his life that he has seen Bai Ze go under the knife, and he will never forget it.

In the eyes of the night, Bai Ze's sword light was like a gust of wind, a ubiquitous wind, enveloping him, and he didn't know how to dodge at all.

The night knife is broken, and the night is about to die, but the night is not afraid, it is his glory to die in the hands of such a swordsman, and he dreams of becoming such a swordsman every day. An oblique sword light was pulled from his neck to his chest, and his army-green clothes were split in two, but he didn't die, and the night didn't think of it.

Blood stained his neck, but Bai Ze's knife was on his neck.

As long as he exerted a little force, the night would be checkmated, but Bai Ze stopped.

Because under the army-green cloak was a young child who looked only sixteen years old, his name was Black Night, Bai Ze never thought and did not expect that the person who could make that knife would be so young. At this age, this talent, this heart, perfection.

Laughing miserably in the night, closing his eyes and waiting for death, he knew he had such a day.

Bai Ze frowned: "Why did you kill people?"

Heiye said: "You are worth 160 million now, and I will kill people for money." ”

Bai Ze said: "What do you want money for?"

The night said angrily: "Buy the Qi Refining Technique, buy the weapon." ”

Bai Ze said: "Then what." ”

Heiye said confidently: "Then of course I will kill people to make money, there is no better money in this world than that of the Hell Alliance." ”

Bai Ze laughed, but put away the knife instead.

The night said, "You won't kill me?"

Bai Ze said: "Will you be grateful to me?"

The night said angrily: "No, I will not be grateful to you, I will think that you are stupid, to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself, if you don't kill me, I will kill you." ”

As he spoke, he stabbed the broken knife into Bai Ze's chest, and Bai Ze kicked him out.

With one kick, the night was kicked into the weeds like a ball, and the blood stains were all the way, all the blood of the night, but from beginning to end, the night did not cry out in pain.

For Bai Ze, the night is a piece of jade, a natural killing machine.