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"Who are you?"

An indescribable fear gripped the man, and he gripped the hilt of his sword and swung it with all his might, trying to pull the blade out of his opponent's fingers.

But Gordon's fingers didn't stop, and as soon as the scimitar was forced, it was turned by his fingers, changing the direction of the force, and had to turn around his fingers. It's like a poisonous snake desperately trying to escape, but it has been nailed seven inches again and again, and it is difficult to break free.

"Who the hell are you!" The face of the man is miserable, and the face is distorted with fear. He had never seen such a strange martial art, the blade seemed to be glued to the opponent's fingers, and he couldn't even pull it out. The most terrifying thing is that Gordon has never used the source power since he killed the first big man.

"I want to join the Storm Horse Thieves, I wonder if you can introduce me to you?" Gordon said, closing the lid of the watch.

The person laughed angrily: "How stupid do I have to be to believe such nonsense like yours?" ”

"I thought people were stupider than usual in the face of greed or fear. You ......" Gordon's words were not finished, when the man suddenly let go, leaned back, flew his legs, and kicked the hilt of the knife.

Without warning, this leg focused on all its strength, and the sharp momentum hit the scimitar to break free from its restraints and shoot straight away. Gordon let go of his hand and moved sideways, and the scimitar swept by, striking the wall with a "bang".

The man swooped down, and a short knife slipped out of the cuff and fell into the palm of his hand. He wielded a short knife, bullied Gordon, slashed wildly, and fought close to him.

Gordon moved suddenly, dexterously dodging, a short, swift knife light flew up and down against him, although there was no trick or source power, but it was killed

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life, ruthless and resolute, not hesitating to die with the opponent.

"Sure enough, it was a knife skill that came out of the sea of corpses and blood." Gordon's shoulders swayed slightly, and his footsteps shifted to the left.

The person who was for it was extremely fast, and the short knife was pulled horizontally, cutting through the swing of Gordon's figure. As soon as he was expected, the short knife slashed into the air, and Gordon's posture of shaking left was actually a feint.

In an instant, a kick was as fast as lightning and kicked the crotch of the man. He snorted and staggered back, his face as pale as paper. "Kill!" This man had a fierce temperament, and instead of retreating, he advanced and roared and pounced on Gordon again.

With a "bang", his crotch was kicked again, his body curled up into a ball, and he fell forward with a wail, and the short knife fell with a "bang".

Gordon walked up to the other and was about to speak. The other party bounced and rushed straight to Gordon, and his hideous face was like a ghost, and he never stopped.

"Bang!" Gordon flew up and kicked his opponent's crotch for the third time. The person was kicked into the air and flew upside down, hitting the wall, cold sweat, blood mixed with feces and urine, his lower limbs trembled like chaff, and his throat made a "ho-ho" sound.

"Now we can have an amicable business." Gordon walked over, his tone kind, like a spring breeze.

The man reluctantly turned his face sideways, and said weakly: "If you kill someone, you can't escape, and the sheriff in the city will definitely find you." ”

Gordon raised his eyebrows: "Is it a crime to kill a few horse thieves?" ”

"Horse thief? Who can prove it? A resentful smile appeared on the face of the Wei man, "At least on the surface, they are all civilians with names and surnames and innocent backgrounds. If you kill them, you will violate the laws of the land of sand, and you will be hunted down by the entire sandfox tribe, and even wanted by the whole country. ”

Gordon smiled dumbly: "Disrespectful, it turns out that Your Excellency really respects the law." As you say, I killed someone, but who can prove it? With a flick of his finger, an alchemical potion shot out, exploded in midair, and landed on the four corpses. You see, there is no one to be found here, so where does the charge of homicide begin? ”

The four corpses quickly oozed pus, melting along with their clothes, shoes, and accessories. For the person suddenly changed his face, he had heard of this kind of alchemy potion that destroys corpses and destroys traces, it is said that 1o milliliters are worth thousands of gold, and there is no market, and it only circulates in some murder organizations.

"Who the hell are you?" He clenched his palms hard and looked at Gordon with a look of despair.

"Why don't we talk about business?" Gordon picked up the suitcase on the ground and opened the lid, "You tell me the details of the Storm Horse Thieves, and I will let you choose ten treasures and send you out of Crescent City safely." ”

The person stared straight at the jewels, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled, and a sly smile appeared: "Are you playing me as a rookie?" Boy, you didn't intend to let me go alive. ”

Gordon sighed lightly, the ice chrysanthemum dagger slid out of the cuffs, and the blade gently scraped the root behind the other party's ear: "Sometimes, it is more painful to live than to die. Trust me, you won't want to try. ”

"I didn't have a chance to try." The man looked mockingly at the box full of jewels, his whole body twitched suddenly, and black blood oozed from the seven orifices.

Gordon's heart moved, grabbed the other party's clenched palm, and pulled his fingers away. One of the fingernails cut through the skin, blood gushing like ink, and a few bits of yellowish powder remained in the wound. Obviously, the other party had highly toxic powder hidden in his fingernails, and in order to avoid torture to extract a confession, he would rather kill himself.

This person is worthy of being an outlaw who kills people, ruthless and decisive, and is not afraid of life and death. Gordon pondered as he cleaned up the corpses and erased the traces of the fight. These horse thieves are certainly vulnerable, but most of their kung fu is on horseback, fighting on the ground, and their lethality is greatly reduced. If in the open desert, more than a dozen horseback thieves lined up in a battle, going straight ahead, people borrowed horsepower, horses increased strength, he may not be able to deal with it.

After packing up, Gordon picked up the suitcase and returned the way he came. When he walked to the counter of the herb shop, the middle-aged man's expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

"You ......" he opened his mouth wide, his eyes falling on the suitcase, his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Sorry, I didn't find anyone down there." Gordon said sincerely, "Can you recommend a few more buyers to me?" ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, and then glanced out the door, and two angry guys broke into the store. "Look at him!" Middle-aged male \u

netbsp; 5b5o shouted, rushing to the inside.

After a while, he ran back with an expression of disbelief, glared at Gordon, and said in a fierce voice: "What did you do?" ”

Gordon shrugged: "I'll run empty, that's all." ”

The corners of the middle-aged man's eyes jumped, and a sharp laugh broke out: "Okay, dare to play me, you have a kind!" He turned to the two guys who were staring at Gordon and said, "Clear the field, close the street!" ”

"Bang-bang-bang-bang!" After a few moments, the doors of the shops were closed, the windows were closed, the surging flow of customers was quickly dispersed, and the whole East Street became empty, dead silent, not even a single mule could be seen.

Subsequently, from all over the intersections, there came ruffians with iron rods, daggers, machetes, and leather whips. Gordon saw that the freckles were impressive, holding a short knife in his hand, his face was full of fierceness, and a black plaster was attached to the corner of his forehead.

"Your Excellency Sheriff will give you half an hour." A soldier stepped out of the crowd and whispered in the middle-aged man's ear.

"Now the whole street is my people." The middle-aged man stared at Gordon coldly, his hands trembling slightly in his wide sleeves, "I want to see, how much kind of species do you have?" ”