The long arrow pierced through the sky, piercing the glass of the security room with astonishing speed and nailing a security guard to the wall. "Ah......h Enemy attack" a sharp voice sounded inside the hospital. At this time, a young girl on the roof not far away put away her long arrows, with a trace of unwillingness on her face, and just half of the exclamation disrupted the entire sneak attack plan, just because she was a little hesitant when she killed someone.

"Kill" a cold drink, occupy the girl's time to blame herself, think about the hell training some time ago, a chill in the girl's eyes is misty, and she moves forward with a killing intent. The short knife reflected the girl's face, a strange self-generated, but the short knife slashed through the throat of a knife hand in a graceful arc. Gracefully dodging the splashed blood, the short knife bloomed one after another, and the flowers splashed into the charming eyes, "sonorous ......" The short knife invaded the throat of the knife hand from a strange angle, "Other killings are simple, but, the terrible thing is that after killing people, the process of examining one's own heart" The man's words echoed in the girl's ears, but now she didn't have the heart to reflect.

At this time, a cold man covered in blood came out of the hospital, and another tall figure, holding a person in his hand, just had a black face, hiding his ordinary face.

"Succeeded" and "withdrawn" At this time, more than a dozen knife hands poured out of the hospital, and the person at the head was Zhao Qi, with a hideous look on his face, "No matter which way you are an immortal." Put down the people in your hands" "Otherwise you won't be able to get out of this hospital"

The person at the head had murderous intent in his eyes, and in his cold voice, there was a hint of disdain, "If you want to keep us, you will exchange your life" The sharp edge flowed between his fingers, and the short knife about seven inches long, glowing with a strange crimson, slashed at Zhao Qiyi. The knife did not arrive, but the suffocating murderous aura made Zhao Qi, who had fought for the rest of his life, a little frightened.

The crimson knife of "sonorous ......", like a murderous spirit condensed with killing intent, suddenly appeared at Zhao Qi's throat. Zhao Qi sacrificed his life and slashed from the bottom to the top. The crimson short knife can certainly seal his throat with one slash, but this insidious knife can also make him disembowel.

"Hmph" "You're dead" The indifferent voice sounded in Zhao Qi's ears. Zhao Qi's arm holding the knife suddenly became numb, and he instantly regained consciousness. But, as the man said, he was dead. At this time, the indifferent knife hand retreated like the wind. All kinds of senses are mentioned to the extreme, looking around, and the air is filled with a faint killing intention, this kind of killing machine is mysterious and mysterious, but when there is a killing heart, the violence that emanates from the bones can be felt by the kind of person who walks on the tip of the knife. The crimson short knife circulated in the hand of the knife hand, like a small red snake swimming between its fingers, and its spirit was empty to capture the source of murderous energy.

At this time, a long smile came from the top floor of the hospital, "Tianfeng, the Shura knife really deserves its name" "Those guys who rumored that you were killed, if they were bought, they were deceived by you"

The man stood on the roof of the building, holding a long sword in his arms, his figure like a mountain peak, and there was a natural dynamic vitality in the silence. It seems that his existence makes this empty roof full of life.

"The man in the stone gate?"

The man laughed, "Shimen Shi Changkong" spoke, and his body fell in the air, and the person was like a volley. The gong silk knife stepped forward by mistake, Han Feng was bloody, and the end of the blade was actually a void. "Okay" The man's long sword was in his hand, and he gently pointed out the "ding" gong silk knife and took two or three steps back, and there was a chill in his eyes with a hint of heaviness.

The position where he took out the sword just now was where the man jumped, but he didn't expect him to rush out the sword and actually press him hard. But the knife went again, and it was not his style to wait defensively, and the knife was as fast as lightning, as if the knife itself had overflowed the void and obliquely in front of Shi Changkong's eyes. If you want to gain the upper hand, you must be fast. Shi Changkong's eyes locked on the crimson demon knife, and the long sword slowly rolled out, slowing down and fast.

However, the short knife suddenly disappeared, and Shi Changkong's long sword was stunned, this time it was enough, and the short knife jumped up from the left hand of the gong silk knife, carrying the wind and thunder, and the invincible momentum of me was discharged. "Keng, the scabbard is blocked on the short knife from an angle that is overlooked, but the Shura knife is more powerful in close combat, and the body knife is touched and gone, and the body spills seven punches in a row, and each punch kills with one blow" Bang bang. The two separated, and there were blood stains on the corners of Shura Dao's mouth, but Shi Changkong was no longer as chic as he had just been. The hand pressed against the chest, and the lines at the corners of the mouth spread.

"Bastard" an explosion of anger exploded in the air, "People in the stone gate, dare to hurt" and a fist shouted, invading everyone's sight. The punches were slow, but with a hint of heaviness.

In the eyes of Gong Sidao, a trace of wildness flashed, and he had to pay a certain price for carrying this punch.

"Did you ask me about my brother?" The jack punched out, and the two fists met in the void. The "bang" jack took three or four steps back with one hand on his back, leaving a few broken floors on the ground that were not burdened. "Yes, old fellow, the punches are a bit strong"

The fist dominated, everyone's eyes finally dispersed, and a group of people appeared at the door of the hospital, less than twenty people, but there was a kind of momentum of thousands of troops. "The man in the stone gate, finally out of the hole?" A clear voice came out.

A hundred steps away, leather shoes knocked on the ground, with a unique rhythm, pulling the heart. The pastoral style that dominates the aura, with the momentum of the king to the king, "Shi Zhongjian, I heard that you are the best candidate for the next master of Shimen" "Why have you become a shrunken turtle now?"

Shi Zhongjian twice in a row, in the hands of Zhao Wuregret, did not get any benefits, and his flamboyant personality was more restrained and stable, "Pastoral style, agitation method, may have been really useful to Ben Shao a few days ago, but now Ben Shao, and he has grown a wisdom" "I am now more people and more masters, what qualifications do you have to talk to Ben Shao"

Mu Feng sneered, "Shi Zhongjian, do you still think you are a yellow finch?" "I see you as a cicada at best"

Shi Zhongjian stared at Mu Feng, "Mu Feng, you should understand that you Tianfeng can't withstand Shimen's anger, so you'd better not make mistakes, otherwise, I don't mind stepping directly on your Tianfeng next time"

Mu Feng's smile contained disdain, "I just praised you for your calmness in my heart, but now it seems that you still don't know whether to live or die!" "Today, I will leave you in Hancheng as a hostage, I will see what qualifications you have in the future, and you will be involved in the main treasure of Shimen Gate."

Mu Feng jumped out step by step, the surroundings were quiet, everyone's movements seemed to be frozen, his terrifying gaze, like a blade penetrating into the void, staring straight ahead, seemed to completely ignore the surrounding crowd, into his eyes, only Shi Zhongjian, and Shi Zhongjian was like a squatting slab when he practiced the knife, was Mu Feng ruthless and rational, focused and confident staring, invisible pressure to Shi Zhongjian.

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