Chapter 641 Blood Battle (I) Huh~ Lin Ze exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and with the help of the orange street lamp, he vaguely saw that this perverted old worshipper was not very old. There are almost no wrinkles on the face, and a pair of eyebrows are set into the sideburns, which looks majestic and domineering.

His figure is slender and straight, his right hand gently pinching the hilt of the knife, like an outsider who only exists in comics, and his left arm gently lifts the corner of his clothes. It was as if the blow just now was just a random split, and it didn't cost him much effort at all.

The blade shines through the orange street lamp, which looks particularly treacherous. Like a bloodthirsty demon knife.

Just looking at his attitude towards Lin Ze makes people feel a sense of powerlessness and frustration.

He's strong.

Lin Ze didn't dare to have the slightest doubt about this.

Even if no one held his right leg just now, his knife would pose a great threat to himself. Whether it can be easily avoided is still unknown.

Blood was pouring from the wound, down the sleeves and into the palms, and then dripping between the fingers onto the dirty, cold ground.

Tick.

Tick.

The sound of blood hitting the ground was minimal. But in this extremely quiet alley, it is extremely harsh.

Lin Ze didn't dare to stop the bleeding, even if he only needed to take out a pre-prepared bandage from his pocket and tie it around the wound to stop it, he still didn't dare. A cold, paralyzing touch struck his entire arm from the wound, and Lin Ze just stared at the other party with a calm gaze. For a moment, I dare not let go of any small detail.

"Kill me in England and the two elders of the Yiyan Hall." The old worshipper narrowed his Danfeng eyes and stared at Lin Ze with a soft expression.

"Hmm." Lin Ze looked back expressionlessly.

"Kill two super masters among the top ten masters of Yanjing's older generation?" The old worshipper stared at Lin Ze meaningfully. Wait for his response.

"Your message is accurate." Lin Ze said lightly.

"Only twenty-two years old." There was a treacherous sigh on the old worshipper's face, and he muttered. "You're so young..."

"So it's in good shape." Lin Ze flipped the blade slightly. The dried blood on the blade exuded an icy aura.

"Fitness?" The old worshipper seemed to hear a big joke and said with a smile. "Then guess why I didn't shoot at you quickly? You have killed a lot of people before, counting my two attendants, at this moment, you still have seventy percent of your physical strength left. ”

"You want to wait for me to bleed more." Lin Ze replied calmly.

"What's the use of being in good shape?" The old worshipper did not praise Lin Ze's thoughtfulness, and seemed to smile rather than smile. "Can you still withstand a bleeding wound?"

"Not really." A wry smile crossed Lin Ze's face imperceptibly.

"Look. Being physically superior doesn't pose much of a threat to me, does it? "The old worship is full of confidence.

"That's right." Lin Ze took a deep breath, shook the arm holding the knife slightly, and said lightly. "I'm wondering if Yiyantang can deter the whole of Asia without you, an old worshipper."

The old worshipper didn't make a sound, just narrowed his eyes slightly, the blade went up, and sighed: "Are you stimulating me?" ”

"You're so smart." Lin Ze took another breath of cold air to maintain his best condition.

"Then do you think I'm going to be fooled?" The old worshipper glanced at Lin Ze.

"I will." Lin Ze let out a clear roar, his body slammed forward, and the blood-stained blade in his hand was like a gloomy poisonous snake, biting towards the old worship.

As soon as he made a move, the old worshipper's complexion suddenly changed.

This young man is indeed a terrible character. He ignored the wound on his arm and let it bleed - did he do so to end the fight quickly?

As the old worshipper said, he is old, and according to his age, he is enough to be Lin Ze's father. How could he fight Lin Ze head-on? The fewer days a person has to live, the more afraid he is of death. It's like young people always shouting that they will live to be 50 years old, and it will be enough to live to be 60 years old. The reason is nothing more than that they are only twenty years old, only thirty years old. Even if they live to be fifty or sixty years old, they will live for decades. But how could a man who is about to be fifty years old let out such irrational and cruel rhetoric?

He spared his life.

He spared his life more than anyone else.

He did not hesitate to give up the two waiters who had served him for more than ten years to consume Lin Ze's physical energy, and even let the beautiful woman who would accompany him at least five nights a week desperately create an opportunity for a surprise attack. Figure what?

Tu Neng hit Lin Ze hard. Figure to reduce your own risk.

He did it. And the results were immediate. Lin Ze was indeed consumed of his physical strength, and he was stabbed in the arm by himself. The bleeding was incessant and shocking.

He does so much for one thing. While killing Lin Ze, pay the least price possible.

Just like when he went to England some time ago, he brought a lot of elites with him. Figure what? They lifted the outer defenses and gave themselves the greatest strength left to assassinate the little princess. Although he didn't achieve the best goal in some ways, it also accomplished his ultimate goal of going to England.

Lin Ze is here!

Coming to Tokyo from China across the ocean to your own territory!

Tonight, he's going to die!

Sonor!

The slightly biased old worship slashed away from Lin Ze's attack, and his right leg under the robe suddenly kicked out, attacking Lin Ze's lower abdomen like a ghost.

"Hey!"

Lin Ze reacted quickly, and while barely avoiding it, the blade slammed horizontally, poking at the heart of the old worshipper.

The momentum is like electricity, and the speed is abnormal.

"Humph!"

The old worshipper parried with a horizontal knife, and when the two knives collided, his figure floated backwards extremely quickly. Like a ghost, it floats very strangely.

Seeing this, Lin Ze immediately understood the old man's plan.

He wasn't going to go head-to-head, he wanted to drag - drag until he lost too much blood, and then attack head-on!

A pervert who has the strength of a peerless powerhouse and is so scheming, Lin Ze has a headache.

After two consecutive temptations, the old worshippers were floating around in a winding manner, Lin Ze deliberately slowed down.

This old boy is too treacherous, he never goes head-to-head, and as soon as his offensive is in decline, he comes to harass him, and as soon as he meets him, he retreats.

Pursue?

The old boy's physical fitness may not be as good as Lin Ze's, but he has quite a terrifying speed. No matter how close Lin Ze approached, he could find a breakthrough and float away.

Compared with the killing move, Lin Ze has it, but he firmly believes that the old guy is also ready to go.

At first, his knife brought strong psychological pressure to Lin Ze. It was no surprise attack that ordinary masters could perform. Even if it was Lin Ze, if he wanted to play a stunning sneak attack of that level, he would need to spend time calculating the angle, the accuracy of the blade, and even the defense that the opponent might make.

It seems to be an understatement, but in fact, it unleashes the profound heritage of a peerless powerhouse.

"Whew-"

Lin Ze suddenly stopped attacking, staring at the old worshipper who took a few steps back in confusion. Suddenly, he stopped.

With a shake of his right arm, and with a slight swing of the blade, his left hand suddenly touched his pocket. I'm going to take out the bandage that I have prepared—buzz!

Seeing that Lin Ze was going to make a move to stop the bleeding, the old worshipper looked cold, and he actually gave up dodging and stabbed Lin Ze from the side with a sharp knife.

Sonor!

Lin Ze, who had nothing to do, raised his knife again to block, and the left hand that reached into his pocket was also taken out at this moment.

Whoosh!

Two blades were drawn, and Lin Ze was about to confront the old worshipper head-on, but he didn't expect the latter to flash with a touch. made Lin Ze have nowhere to vent his grievances.

"Humph!"

Lin Ze's expression became hideous after several consecutive teasing. Maybe it's because of too much blood loss that makes his attack more and more violent and urgent, or maybe it's because he was angered by the perverted style of play of the old worship. No matter what, Lin Ze's speed of action is getting faster and faster, and he is getting more and more anxious. Compared with the initial orderly advance and retreat, it is a little more disorganized.

The old worshipper was waiting for Lin Ze to have uneasy negative emotions.

Death is not scary. What is terrible is waiting to die.

He was sure that he would not be injured in a guerrilla war with Lin Ze, and he was also sure that Lin Ze would not be allowed to bandage his wounds. In such an impasse, the longer the time drags on, the more he has the advantage.

If a master, a peerless powerhouse-level character fights a protracted battle with a master with injuries, no master can afford it.

Lin Ze's attack became more and more fierce, and he became more and more ruthless, his speed was extremely fast, but the blood on his arm was slowly decreasing. Lin Ze felt a little numb in his left arm and a little heavy in his brain, he knew that this was the sequelae caused by excessive blood loss. He also knew that he couldn't afford to spend it like this anymore. If you fight like this for more than ten or twenty minutes, and finally don't have to make a knife to worship the old man, you will die violently due to excessive blood loss.

What a poisonous old pervert!

Airplanes!

Lin Ze's blade stabbed out, as if shattering the air and space, and stabbed at the waist of the old worship with great ferocity. I want to cut him apart!

But the old worship was experienced in a hundred battles back then, although there was no chance to make a move over the years, but he also did not lose his hands and feet. Every day, he will fight several sets of boxing techniques to strengthen his body and maintain his condition, and how can Lin Ze hit it lightly.

But seeing that his arm was swinging and unloading, it was actually floating backwards when he pushed away Lin Ze's attack.

Even Lin Ze in the fierce battle also admired the old man's style.

A top master, in addition to having perverted attack power, also needs a light and agile body. At this point, the silver girl has achieved the extreme. Her speed, even if Lin Ze went all out, was still so far behind.

Sonorous!

Another confrontation, and the old worshippers took advantage of the shock of the impact to retreat a few steps and put on an airtight defensive posture. Waiting for Lin Ze's attack again.

But this time, Lin Ze seemed to have really given up the attack.

But seeing that his left hand was raised again, he grabbed it into his pocket, and the purpose was very simple, to take out the bandage in the pocket and tie the wound.

If he didn't bandage it again, he would really faint from excessive blood loss. The occasional drifting image in the line of sight at this moment is the best proof of this.

"Humph!"

Seeing that he was repeating his old skills, the old worshipper seemed to have no worries, and stabbed him with a knife. Compared with the previous active attack, it is a little more spicy and aggressive, and it is also a little more domineering in the palm of your hand.

The blade glowed with a cold cold light and stabbed directly at Lin Ze's throat.

This is the nirvana of the old worship. In England, he used this trick to kill Gu Tang.

Buzz!

The blade stabbed out like a venomous snake in the dark, restrained and sharp, filled with the smell of killing.

Lin Ze did not resist in time like before, but took out the bandage more and more quickly and tied it to the left arm on his hand.

Syllable!

Lin Ze, who was tied to the bandage, raised his right arm slightly, trying to use the handleless knife to unload the attack of the old worshipper spicy Wushuang.

But the old worship almost went all out of this blow, how could it be picked up by Lin Ze's understatement?

The blade that the old worshipper held calmly in the palm of his hand failed to pull away, but it deviated from the track under Lin Ze's hard blow and stabbed at Lin Ze's left shoulder socket.

Flutter!

Just after bandaging a wound, the blade stabbed Lin Ze's left shoulder again.

At this moment, Lin Ze can be said to be injured and injured...

"Hmm-"

Lin Ze, whose expression was suddenly pale, let out a low snort softly, his brows furrowed.

The extremely vigilant and cautious old worshipper did not continue to attack, but wanted to draw his sword and retreat.

In his opinion, as long as a blow does not hit the death hole, the opponent has the possibility of counterattacking. He didn't mind spending some more time dealing with Lin Ze, who was getting hurt and injured.

With such a careful mind, it is no wonder that this peerless powerhouse has survived to this day. It is indeed very careful.

"Want to go?"

Lin Ze, who looked sluggish and hung his head slightly, let out a sneer cruelly, slowly raised his head, with a ghostly smile on his face, and actually raised his left arm and grabbed the blade that pierced into the shoulder socket. Let the old worshippers not move.

Than strength?

Even if it is Lin Ze at this moment, it is far better than the old offering?

"What if you don't leave?"

There was a slight stunned look on the old worshipper's face, but it was quickly covered by coldness. In an instant, but with a wave of his left arm, a slightly shorter blade fell into the palm of his hand, stabbing towards Lin Ze's throat with a strange cold light!

Bite!

Lin Ze swung his knife and fought back.

This time, it was as if his strength had increased suddenly. It's not as powerless as it was when I defended just now!

The old worshipper was stunned and undecided, and understood that this kid might be a bitter trick and wanted to fight to the death with himself.

So what?

Old man, I have been in the middle of my life, and my record of not tasting defeat will be ruined by you, a dying young man?

Hum!

The stabbing of the two blades became faster and faster, the sword light and sword shadow, and the eyes of the two people who were shaking were dazzled, almost relying on their sensitive reflexes to fight. If you are not careful, you may be left with a bloody hole in your body by the other party.

"Boy, I'll see how long you can last!" His arm was numb, and there were bursts of tearing pain from the tiger's mouth, and the old worshipper sneered. He knew that the other party would definitely not be able to go anywhere. Even, he saw the blood oozing from Lin Zehu's mouth.

Looking at this kid's cold face and expressionless face, I'm afraid it's already the end of the crossbow, right?

At this moment, the two are completely fighting for fighting skills and speed, and whoever can be faster has the possibility of stabbing each other to death.

But it's clear that the two men are evenly matched in terms of martial arts skills and speed.

No--Lin Ze is obviously slightly inferior in speed. After all, a person who has lost too much blood, who can ask him to have great speed?

Ding!

Sonorous!

Lao Feng, who suddenly increased his speed, stabbed the blade at a tricky angle, trying to force Lin Ze to throw away the blade.

Click--Lin Ze didn't let the old worship get his wish, he hit it hard with the means of burning jade. The violent friction of the two blades stimulated a dazzling firelight, which shook the two arms even more, and at the moment when the friction of the blades ended, the blades that were shocked beyond the limit of their arms were both released. Pierced into the side walls.

Syllable!

The old worshipper, who reacted quickly, slapped a palm on Lin Ze's chest, but the latter did not move at all, as if it was not his body, but an iron plate.

"You still have time to slap me again."

Lin Ze's torn throat let out a cold and terrifying sound, and his right arm, which was almost unconscious, slowly reached out of his waist, and took out a Qinglong Glaive Knife with the murderous aura of the ancient battlefield. Less than twenty centimeters, but full of coldness.

Syllable!

In a hurry, the old worshipper slapped his hand again, trying to shake Lin Ze back.

But Lin Ze calculated from the beginning, and finally let the situation evolve to this point, how could he retreat?

A trace of cruelty flashed across the face that was already stained with a lot of blood, and he said coldly: "You shouldn't have killed my master!" ”

Whoosh, a knife slashed towards the old worship door!

~~ More than 4,000 words in chapters. I still have less than a 1,000-word manuscript in my hand, and I plan to write it until three o'clock. How much more can be written, less than 1W2 words, it should not be supplemented. Continue with the codeword.