Xicheng Ah Biao was kneeling when he died, he was shot in the forehead, his limbs were curled, one hand was clenched into a fist, the five fingers of the other hand were stretched out, and the blood spread out into a curved S-shape.

Everyone else thought that the corpse's death was just an accident, but Ye Zifei knew that it was a sacrifice to the gods before the decisive battle of a certain tribe in Africa, and later it gradually became the default signal of the mercenary world and the killer world.

The Earl Killer wants to face himself off, deliberately leaving a signal!

But where will the battlefield choose? Ah Biao's bow was due west, and the gesture indicated that fifty miles away, Ye Zi must not fight, because she wanted to find her former partner Ghost Wolf.

However, from this detail, it can be seen that the earl's personality is not mature, with strong self-confidence, he did not choose to flee immediately after killing people, but asked to fight his unknown opponent again.

Ye Zifei traveled all the way west, and a complete image of the earl had been sketched in his head - she was a rookie!

If the earl knew that Ye Zifei's evaluation of her was like this, he didn't know how he would feel.

Ye Zifei got on the highway, getting farther and farther away from the boundary of the divine capital, and the speed of the speed left only the afterimage of the tail lights in the dark night, like a flying meteor flashing, if it wasn't for the roaring motor sound, the drivers on the road would only think that they were dazzled.

When you come to the outskirts, your surroundings turn into plains and hills, with small hills undulating and undulating like monsters lurking in the countryside.

After nightfall, the weather became colder and colder, and the exhaled air turned into a white mist, which was soon blown away by the strong wind, and the heavy clothes could no longer wrap the heat of the body, and the muscles were frozen and became stiff.

There were scattered small raindrops in the sky, hitting the face painfully as they traveled.

A short figure appeared on the side of the road ahead, standing quietly, indifferently looking at the passing vehicles, as if completely forgetting his existence.

Ye Zifei braked suddenly, the front wheel was raised high, and then smashed to the ground, stopping at the man's position ten meters, and the headlights in front of the car shone on the man's body, leaving a deep shadow behind her, blending with the night.

This man is none other than the Earl!

She raised her delicate eyebrows, stared at Ye Zifei's movements, showed an approving look in her eyes, and suddenly raised her hand and shot directly.

"Bang bang!" Two loud gunshots broke the silence of the night.

Ye Zifei's eyes were dark, the whole person lost her balance and fell to the ground, the moment her back touched the ground, she rolled on the spot several times in a row, and then her waist suddenly forced, and the whole person bounced directly from the ground, and her modified Yamaha sports car was overturned to the ground, and the front and rear wheels were burst.

The Count smiled, raised his thumb into the forest, and ran wildly into the wilderness.

It's a tsundere girl! Ye Zifei took out a short tactical raid knife from his bag next to the motorcycle and hung it on his waist.

This knife was bought by her from the website, and the shape imitated the American-style "Mad Dog" saber, which was sharp and enough to kill.

In the vast hilly area, Ye Zifei rushed in the direction of the earl, the speed was like a leopard chasing its prey, full of rhythm, and every time he jumped and landed, his body naturally stretched, just like a pleasing gymnastics performance.

The blue veins on her face appeared, and the huge scar made her smile hideous, but it revealed a different kind of beauty.

The earl's speed was not inferior to Ye Zifei, who was running with all his might, and from time to time he suddenly changed speed without warning, calmly avoiding Ye Zifei's pursuit.

The two of them ran for several kilometers in one go, and the speed still did not slow down at all, and there was no intention of stopping.

Ye Zifei shouted: "Little ghost, are you planning to let me run with you in the middle of the night?" Her breath was still so long and powerful, as if she hadn't wasted much energy on her run.

The Earl's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he suddenly turned around in the middle of running, his right hand was raised like lightning, and the golden pistol in his hand roared, "Bang! "The bullet exploded a meter in front of Ye Zifei.

Finally, the two of them stopped in a wide and flat place, and stood face to face, compared to Ye Zifei's tall figure of one meter seven or six, the earl looked extraordinarily slender and petite, but he had such explosive power.

The earl faced Ye Zifei and threw the gun in his hand aside, and then pulled out a delicate small pistol from behind him, and threw it on the ground casually, raised his right leg, drew out a dagger, and held it in his hand.

Ye Zifei's eyes glowed like a wolf in the dark, he pulled out the saber on his waist, and teased: "The place you chose is good, even if you die, you will be buried." ”

The Count read in English: "For there is no one to remember you in the place of death, who will thank you in hell?" ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about, you want to fight me hand-to-hand?"

As the two of them spoke, they regained their strength, their breathing became slower, and their body temperature began to slowly decrease, which reduced their energy consumption.

Ye Zifei suddenly reached out and took out the gun from his waist, and shot the earl beside him, splashing dirt on the earl.

The Earl stood still, her face was pale, she thought that someone as proud as Ye Zifei should abide by the rules of the game, but she didn't expect her to be so shameless.

Ye Zifei grinned: "Now we are fair." With that, she threw the gun aside.

The earl's face looked a little better at this time, and he said in awkward Chinese: "Miss Fallen Angel, we met again, I didn't expect that the person chasing here would be you." ”

Ye Zifei looked at the short man in the night, as if he had just remembered something, and said with a wry smile: "It's rare for Mr. Beiyuan Yasusheng to ask me to come, how dare I not give face." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ye Zifei's figure pierced through the night like a ghost, and rushed towards the earl, her body was half prostrate, and the dagger in her hand cut horizontally.

With a click, the knives in the hands of the two people who were staggered were intertwined, and sparks flickered, and Ye Zifei took advantage of the situation to slam into the earl.

The two men, the saber and the dagger were entangled together at great speed, and in just a moment, the two of them were entangled for more than a dozen rounds, and their attack routes and fighting techniques were almost identical.

Several blades collided together, making a sonorous hitting sound, and sparks splashed in all directions, and the scene was extremely beautiful.

Fighting in the dark, the two men are completely competing for physical strength and reflexes, and most of the time, their flashy attack skills have no effect, and they are completely wrestling with their bodies.

In just over two minutes, both of them were already breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

Ye Zifei suddenly kicked the earl's chest, she couldn't control her back and flew out, her chest surged with qi and blood, she could barely breathe, she knew that she had lost.

Ye Zifei stepped on her chest and said softly: "You want to kill me?" ”

Her voice was always full of languid magnetism, and her current roughness was exactly like two people.

The Earl spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and swallowed all the blood-smelling liquid in his mouth, and said fiercely: "Joker!? (To be continued.) )