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It's a horse thief!

Without hesitation, Gordon reached into his arms and threw out a secret weapon like a dense rain. The horse thief swung his knife to block, and after a "clanging", one horse thief fell down, and several other horse thieves roared and rushed towards Gordon, and one of them picked up the gold tooth on the ground, turned around and ran.

The wind howled, and the two scimitars crossed and slashed towards Gordon, and the narrow alleyway could not be dodged at all.

Gordon swung lightly, picking at the two scimitars where they were least strained. "Boom!" The scimitar bounced up and swung outward, and the Bingju dagger took advantage of the situation to rush into the knife circle, and in a flash, the throats of the two horse thieves "clucked", and a red line oozed out of the neck, and then splattered a large stream of blood.

Gordon frowned, and when he waved the dagger, he pulled the injury, and there was a cramping pain in the lower abdomen, and the blood that had stopped poured out again. The remaining two horse thieves did not dare to move any further, and guarded the alleyway, glaring at Gordon with fierce eyes.

The alley wall behind them reflected a red light, and further behind, the fire in the casino burned brighter and brighter, dancing wildly in the wind, like a fire giant beating his chest. Several nearby houses were swept up in flames, smoke rose into the sky, and the night wind carried the cries of the residents.

Gordon's figure swept up, endured the severe pain, and forced his way to the alley. The gold tooth was badly damaged, but it was not fatal. The top priority is to kill him at any cost.

The two horse thieves looked at each other, and suddenly fell to the ground and rolled sharply, their bodies curled up like balls, and their scimitars slashed at Gordon's legs. This is a knife technique in which a horse thief falls from a horse and kills the leg of an opponent's horse, also known as a falling knife. At this moment, it is perfect to deal with Gordon, who has limited mobility.

The twin knives swirled around quickly, rolling out two clouds of cold light\

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Gordon didn't retreat, didn't dodge, didn't use any skill, kicked out with one kick, and swept towards the knife light.

The two horse thieves couldn't help but look happy, the other party didn't know the height of the sky, and dared to use his flesh and blood to catch the saber, and he was bound to be cut into a stick by the densely rolling blade.

The knife and the legs touched, between the electric light and flint, the totem was rushing, the submarine wheel turned, and the military dulini spewed out!

"Bang bang!" The two horse thieves flew out with knives and smashed into the wall, shattering their bones and turning into a cloud of blood. Gordon snorted, his left hand clenched around his abdomen, and chased in the direction of the Golden Fang.

Blood kept dripping, and two lines of dark black blood snaked into the distance, one from the gold tooth and the other from Gordon. Every time the goblin helped Gordon stop the bleeding, the violent movement of the running ripped open the wound, and the blood soaked through the palm of his hand and seeped out between his fingers.

Turning another alleyway, Gordon saw a horse thief with gold teeth dodging into a roadside house, and another man closing the door for him.

Without waiting for Gordon to chase after him, a horse thief suddenly rushed out of the alley on the left, swinging his knife and slashing at Gordon. They were planted by the Golden Tooth near the casino to watch the wind, and now 6 continue to come and desperately stop Gordon.

Gordon didn't stop, and before the scimitar fell above his head, he threw himself into his opponent's arms and stabbed the dagger into the heart. As he pushed the body away, he felt his eyes darken, and his senses were numb from massive blood loss.

There was constant movement in the surrounding lanes. In the area of the casino, the flames were already raging, and many residents woke up from their sleep and ran out to investigate.

Gordon gritted his teeth, ran to the house, and reached for the door. With a muffled thud, the door panel shook, and the inside was firmly inserted by the iron latch, making it difficult to open. "Bang!" Gordon ran the Dalini and pierced the hardwood door more than half a foot thick with his fist, and he pulled the iron deadbolt with his backhand and broke straight in.

A figure stood in the courtyard, with a cutlass across his chest and an expressionless face, and behind him was the inner house with the door closed. Gordon rushed straight over, stabbing with his dagger. The man yelled and threw his knife, and the scimitar spun and flew out with a shriek. "Dang!" Gordon's fingers flicked into the blade of the knife, and with a flick of the momentum, the scimitar flew back upside down, slashing the man in half.

"Plop!" The opponent's upper body fell to the ground, and Gordon swept by. Unexpectedly, the other party was not yet dead, and suddenly stretched out his arm, grabbed Gordon's foot tightly, and did not let go.

"Boom!" The ripples of the microsurgery shook and blew the opponent's arm to pieces. Gordon's right leg kicked hard, like a **** stone cannon swept several meters into the air, and quickly crashed into the inner house. "Bang!" The door panel was torn apart, splinters splattered, and Gordon caught a glimpse of a dark iron door in the wall slowly closing, leaving a gap of about ten centimeters.

"Whoosh!" The hook rope was thrown out of Gordon's waist, and the hook claw buckled the door frame of the secret door, and there was a sharp grinding sound, and the secret door could not be closed for a while.

Gordon pulled the hook and flew towards the secret door. A hand reached out from behind the secret door, flicked the hook and the secret door moved again.

Suddenly, Gordon threw himself at the door, his arm lightning-bolting into the void to prevent the door from closing.

With a flash of coldness, a scimitar slashed at his arm. A hint of madness flashed in Gordon's eyes, and regardless of it, the microsurgery caused the muscle fibers in his arm to rise and fall like waves. With a "poof", the blade cut into the arm flesh, and some of the force was removed, scraping against the bone, making a tooth-aching creak.

Gordon snorted, his shoulder stuck to the door frame of the secret door, and he slammed it with all his might, and the military dulini rushed wildly, like a roaring beast. The other party drew a knife and slashed again, blood splattered, and another knife was embedded in Gordon's arm.

"Go-go-go-" The secret door was forcibly opened inch by inch, and the gap continued to expand. The other party drew his knife again, and Gordon had already rushed in, kicking the other man's head, it was the horse thief who carried the gold tooth on his back.

The secret door rejoined behind Gordon, and he saw that in the dark chamber, Golden Fang lay on his back weakly, covered in blood, and his eyes were blank.

The old man turned his head sideways with difficulty, looking at Gordon. The two sides looked at each other for a few seconds, and the corners of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, as if he smiled.

"Admire." The old man's lips quirmed.

"Each other." Gordon walked over slowly, slicing through the other's throat with one palm.

The secret door slowly closed, and Gordon staggered to his feet, plunging into darkness all around. But even darker is the days that follow, when he is badly injured and his freckles are completely exposed, and the horse thief will surely launch the most ruthless revenge.

I don't know if the freckles have been successful? If not, the situation would be even worse.

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, Saffron was suddenly awakened by the noise outside. He lived on the second floor of the tavern, which was originally a utility room, and was specially moved to him for free accommodation. Although small and simple, crocus loves this feeling.

Outside the window, the shouts of the crowd were faintly heard: "It's on fire, it's on fire!" Saffron put on her coat and got up to look. In the streets, groups of soldiers hurried by, and people shouted with buckets. In the distance, the sky was red, and rising black smoke surged like dark clouds.

Suddenly, Saffron heard hurried footsteps on the wooden floor outside the door, and then the door next door was slammed open.