The old man's expression was solemn, and he looked at the two people standing more than ten meters away like a monster - oh, it should be said that they were monsters in the first place.

The old man didn't know, but Yan Murong had already fought with them, and secretly scolded Zheng Wuming for being perverted~ in his heart, but he couldn't do anything at all. The silver fox captured a prisoner, and there is no news at all, and it seems that Long Teng has no way to find out what kind of medicine these people used.

Yan Murong was a little worried in his heart, if this drug was mass-produced, the consequences would be unimaginable. Think about it, if a country's military uses such drugs, then that country's global control is no longer just a joke.

"Hum-" The old man shook the soft sword behind his back, and the sword body let out a dragon roar, and at the same time, his body also moved.

This sound was like the sound of a horn to launch an attack, the old man moved, and the two killers also moved-of course, Yan Murong also moved, the old man pounced on the slightly taller one, and Yan Murong automatically chose the short one.

The killer saw Yan Murong pounce on him, relying on his "King Kong is not bad" body, so he went straight to Yan Murong.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound sounded, it was the sound of Yan Murong's soft sword and his dagger colliding together, the swords intersected, sparks appeared, and the positions of the two people also exchanged with each other.

With a missed blow, Yan Murong quickly turned around, and the soft sword in his hand stabbed at the killer's neck in a posture of returning to the horse pistol.

Fast! Permit! Vicious!

Yan Murong's move embodied these three words vividly, and the internal strength was poured into the blade of the sword, and the sword that was like thunder was rushing to death.

Yan Murong is fast, and the killer is not slow to react. What surprised Yan Murong even more was that he actually stretched out his hand and grabbed the blade of the sword with his palm, and the dagger in his hand swept over at the same time.

It's a lose-lose game.

At this 0.01 second, Yan Murong thought a lot, for example, who was seriously injured after this move. For example, how do you dodge his dagger and then pierce his throat?

Thinking about it, Yan Murong felt that he was too much more expensive than him, and this kind of lose-lose and life-threatening style of play was really not suitable for use, so at the critical moment, his finger pressed lightly on the mechanism at the handle of the soft sword, and the javelin-like sword body suddenly drooped down, and then, his body suddenly slammed, as if he was drunk, and the other party's throat was slashed by his shoulder.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other party did not have time to accept the recruitment, Yan Murong did not use the sword again, but directly slammed into the other party's arms with a sticker.

They can be invulnerable, but this one has the power to shake the mountains and rivers, and no matter how much you have copper skin and iron bones, you have to hit you.

"Bang!"

Yan Murong succeeded, but he also grinned in pain, and at the same time, there was still a trace of doubt in his heart - why is this guy's chest soft?

The killer was knocked upside down by Yan Murong and flew out, and when he stood up again, the corner of his mouth was already covered with a bloodshot, and Yan Murong's eyes looked as if he had been wronged.

Yan Murong stared at his chest seriously for a while, and suddenly realized that he was still a woman, but he was wearing this field camouflage and had short hair, and he didn't say a word until now, and if he didn't look carefully, he really couldn't tell that this was a woman.

No wonder she gets angry, you're hitting people's chests, it's not normal not to be angry.

After being attacked in the chest, the killer became angry and rushed towards Yan Murong with a knife.

Yan Murong also greeted him, what's wrong with the woman, you want my life, I don't care if you are a man or a woman-

Yan Murong's side was inseparable, and the old man's side was also full of sword shadows, when the sword blade was infused with internal strength, the sword in the old man's hand became as sharp as clay, and suddenly, there were dozens of small cuts on the killer's body, and blood flowed down the cracks that were cut. The more he fought, the more frightened he became, he thought that his body had been transformed by drugs to be beyond ordinary people, and he had tried to shoot him in the chest with a small-caliber pistol at a distance of 100 meters, which would cause such a trauma, but the old man in front of him only used a sword, and he was scarred.

"Roar!"

He let out a beast-like roar, with anger and pain, although there were many wounds on his body, it did not affect his combat effectiveness, his left hand held the knife, and his right hand wiped his waist, and a long whip appeared in his hand.

The long whip swung and made a "popping" sound in the air, like a python that pounced on its prey, wrapped itself around the old man's neck. The whip has barbs on it, and there is a sharp cone at the front, whether it is a roll or a thorn, if touched, it will either kill or hurt.

The old man was willing to let his whip touch, and with a soft shout, his body jumped up suddenly, and his toes touched on the whip a little, and with his strength he pounced on him.

Both of them were acting strangely, but the next second later, the old man was already behind him, and the killer stood still. Then, he turned around, looked at the old man's eyes full of doubt and disbelief, and finally, reluctantly glanced at his companion who was still fighting with Yan Murong, and his body fell backwards in a daze, falling to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust - at the place of his throat, a blood hole the size of a grain of rice was gushing outward.

"Moore—"

The female killer let out a heart-rending scream, swept the dagger, forced Yan Murong back, and immediately ran in the direction of the old man, her pupils turned blood-red.

"Hmph, barbarian." The old man snorted coldly and kicked the dead killer. The corpse was kicked into the air by him, and he smashed it at the female killer, and at the same time, the old man also moved, and the person had jumped up by taking advantage of the gap covered by the corpse, but the sword in his hand was gone.

"Hidden Blade?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then shouted. "Old man, catch a living."

Don't look at this old man who looks obscene and sullen, but he is a human spirit-like character, the female killer screamed when he saw his companion being killed, the old man knew that the relationship between the two was absolutely good, so he kicked the corpse - you take the corpse, I will kill you, if you don't take it, I will kill you the same.

The position of the hilt of the snow sword is equipped with a mechanism, which can be retracted and retracted at critical moments, and the old man now collects the sword, and when the next sword is stabbed out again, it will be difficult to guard. Therefore, Yan Murong told the old man not to be impulsive, catch and talk about it alive, when the time comes, he really can't ask anything, and it's not too late to kill him.

Sure enough, the female killer chose to pick up her companion's body, and the old man's sword reappeared.

"Bang-bang-"

The first sound was the sound of the female killer holding her companion and falling to the ground, and the second sound was the sound of the old man landing on the ground.

This sword was too fast, so fast that Yan Murong didn't even see it clearly.

PS: Tomorrow is the National Day, a seven-day holiday, I wish you all a happy holiday, good food, and good fun...... It's a bit cheesy, but that's all I have to do.