"You are no match for me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Goethe laughed: "Even if it all adds up, it can't be my opponent." ”

"I haven't been beaten, how do you know it's not good?" The monkey laughed too, and there was a hint of determination in his smile.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the five elite legionaries around him brazenly launched an attack on Goethe.

The five are all elites of the legion, with rich combat experience, and they are good at cooperating, and they have a tacit understanding with each other.

They worked together, and the natural power was amazing, and five bright lights slashed through the air, which were five sharp thorns, heading towards Goethe from all directions.

And at this moment, Goethe moved, his body was like a cheetah, and suddenly he rushed forward, and at the same time waved the sharp knife in his hand.

The sharp knife brought a gust of wind, and at the same time brought out a cloud of blood.

One of the brothers who rushed in front of him had his throat slashed, and blood spurted out.

As soon as he broke out of the encirclement, Goethe immediately stood still, reflexively waved the sharp knife in his hand again.

Another gust of wind struck, blood spilled again, and another brother was stabbed in the throat.

Two knives, killing two people, and the way of shooting is almost the same, and the dead people have the same expression.

They may not believe until they die that they could be killed so easily.

Those who can be transferred here are the real masters of the legion.

But in Goethe's hands, they were killed on the spot without even a single move.

The other three, their pupils contracted violently, but they had to send it, and the three of them surrounded it again.

At the same time, the monkeys also joined the battle circle.

The monkey's martial arts are often instructed by Zhao Bing, and he is three points stronger than the other three, and he is very agile.

Finally, the third move, no one died.

But there was still a brother who was wounded, a hole in the chest, blood flowed out, and the brother was kicked and flew out, and he fainted in mid-air, and his life and death were uncertain.

The last three didn't last long, and after about half a minute, two more were killed on the spot, and finally the monkey was kicked and flew straight to the door of the villa.

Bang!

The monkey slammed into the door of the villa.

There was a knife on his chest, about six or seven inches long, deep into the bones, and blood leached out of the wound, staining all his clothes red.

Goethe said, "I said, you can't beat me, why bother to send me to death!" ”

The monkey struggled to stand up, but his body was trembling wildly, he looked at Goethe in front of him, the battle intent in his eyes was even stronger, he gritted his teeth, and said, "Come on, there is a kind, just step on my corpse!" ”

Goethe frowned: "I admire your courage, but I don't have to make a move, and you're about to die!" Isn't it? ”

The monkey was indeed dying, and the excessive blood loss made his mind a little dizzy, but he did not flinch, and he also knew that if he continued like this, he would soon faint or die.

He gritted his teeth, ready for the final charge.

The tradition of the legion is like this, to die, but also to die on the battlefield of the charge, never to be a wreck!

But just as he was about to fight to the death, the door of the villa was opened from the inside.

Han Xue appeared at the door in a black suit, she held the monkey and said to the group of people standing behind her: "Who will help hold him!" ”

"No!"

As soon as the monkey finished speaking, his head turned off and he fainted.

At this time, Qin Lin, Lu Jia and the others in the door were in a hurry, and hurriedly ran over to help the monkey to the sofa and sit down, Luo Bing was busy getting the medicine box, wanting to bandage the monkey.

There was a mess in the house, but at the door of the villa, it was quiet.

Han Xue looked at Goethe, and there was also war intent boiling in her eyes, but she didn't do it immediately, but said curiously: "I seem to know who you are, I remember that twenty years ago, there was a killer named Goethe, you can't be him, right?" ”

Goethe was stunned, laughed, and said with some surprise: "You actually know me?" ”

"Sure enough, it's you."

Han Xue said lightly: "Twenty years ago, you were in the sky, you can be said to be the most well-known figure in the killer world, I didn't expect that you would suddenly appear here after twenty years of stinging, we have no grudges with you, why do you want to attack us?" ”

"I said, my target is Zhao Bing, I have no interest in you, in fact, I have always wanted to fight against the newly rising grimace in the past few years, to see who of us will be stronger."

"He's not here." Han Xuedao.

"I don't believe it, is he a shrunken turtle and doesn't dare to come out to fight me?" Goethe laughed.

Han Xue frowned: "Do you think you are just a dog, do you deserve to let him avoid you?" ”

Goethe never took Han Xue in his eyes, but he didn't expect that someone would dare to speak so disrespectfully knowing who he was, and suddenly, his smile froze on his face.

He looked at Han Xue and sighed: "Now girls, you are really too bold, you know who I am, and you dare to talk to me like this, are you really not afraid of death?" ”

"You think you can kill me? Also, are you really a dog raised by the Red Devils? Han Xue sneered unceremoniously.

"You can never understand how powerful the Red Devil is, even if it is me, I am only the second devil, I am not a dog." Goethe corrected very seriously.

"You're a dog."

Han Xue was still not polite.

She naturally knew Goethe's name, but so what, now that the monkey was seriously injured, the other five legion brothers were all dead, and the beams between each other had become deep, not to mention, the Red Devil and the legion were already in a situation of not dying, so why be polite?

"Congratulations, you have succeeded in provoking me off, I will make your death ugly, oh no, I will not let you die so easily, I will enjoy my endless torture before you die, since you know me, then you should know that I have a not-so-good habit, before killing, what do I sometimes do!"

Goethe said word by word, and his face became a little distorted.

Han Xue shuddered.

She had known about Goethe's brutal methods of murder for a long time.

Thinking that if she fell under the other party's hands, she would definitely suffer humiliation, and she couldn't even leave a whole corpse, and she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

But she still didn't think about backing down.

Zhao Bing said that she would protect everyone's safety.

Whether Zhao Bing wanted her to stay for this reason, or if she really thought so, she felt that Zhao Bing was not at home, and everyone's safety should be her own responsibility.

She was not sure of defeating the other party, but even if she died, she was not prepared to take half a step back.

Because the people behind her are all Zhao Bing's relatives, and Zhao Bing's only flesh and blood.

What's more, she also has considerable confidence in her martial arts.

In the legion, Han Xue has not performed a mission for several years, since the establishment of Zhongsheng International, she has almost given up the military to do business, the world knows that she is a legend in the business world, a genius among geniuses, few people know, she used to be a special soldier, and later became a mercenary, in the legion, her combat effectiveness is quite high.

Because she rarely makes a move, not many people know how powerful she is, but Zhao Bing actually knows best, because in a sense, Zhao Bing is her teacher.

Zhao Bing saved her, so he didn't plan to let her say it easily, and in that kind of situation back then, she could be hunted down to death at any time, even if she became a member of the mercenary, but if she wanted to carry out the task, she would encounter all kinds of masters, and if she didn't have the power to protect herself, she would definitely not work.

So Zhao Bing carefully taught what he had learned, Han Xue's talent was extremely high, and she learned very quickly, and slowly, her martial arts value increased exponentially.

It's a pity that in the end, not many people can really see it, because even when she is on a mission, she never fights with people.

Ordinary fighting and fighting with life, the play of strength, in fact, is very different.

But at this time, she was ready to fight hard.

She looked at Goethe, and for a moment the battle was monstrous, she waved a pair of daggers in her hand, and said coldly: "Since this is the case, then let's fight!" ”

Goethe looked at Han Xue, licked his lips, raised the sharp knife in his hand, and said: "The knife is just an ordinary knife, but it is enough to kill you, I said, before you die, I will let you enjoy the most cruel torture, by the way, and all the women here, you must accept my wrath, therefore, I give you a suggestion, if you commit suicide now, maybe you can avoid some humiliation and torture, or maybe you kneel down now and sincerely repent to me, I may also kill you very happily." ”

"Are you a man, or a woman?" Han Xue frowned and asked.

Goethe was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Han Xue meant by this.

"You look like a man, but you talk like a mother-in-law, so, I really doubt you're a!" Han Xue sneered.

Goethe didn't know what the girl meant, but he still understood Han Xue's words, so his face became even more ugly, and as soon as he stretched the dagger in his hand, he pounced on Han Xue.

Han Xue snorted coldly and greeted him.

The two had only fought for a few rounds, and Han Xue already knew that he would definitely lose today.

She had tried her best, but she still couldn't gain the upper hand, but the other party seemed to be deliberately trying to torture her, and did not greet her where she was critical, it was obvious that Goethe really wanted to fulfill his promise and let Han Xue be tortured to death by him alive.

But fortunately, Han Xue's martial arts are indeed very powerful, although he fell into disadvantage in an instant, he was not immediately defeated.

It's just that in her heart, there is always a trace of doubt, because the sword technique performed by Goethe is actually like the most traditional sword technique in Huaxia, if she didn't hear Zhao Bing talk about some ancient Chinese martial arts by chance, and happened to mention this kind of knife technique, she wouldn't even recognize it.

She had never seen anyone who could perform that set of sword techniques, because the sword techniques had been lost, but the description of the knife techniques by later generations was very clear.

Furious, swift, tricky, ruthless......

All the features of this knife technique were mastered by Goethe.

He's slashing like lightning, always coming from angles you wouldn't expect.

Picking, stabbing, plucking, teasing, cutting, chopping, splitting......

He is very proficient in this knife technique, as if he has been immersed in fire for decades.

At the door of the villa, Luo Bing blocked the girls behind him, watching the battle between the two worriedly.