Under the intimidation of the black-clothed killer, Zheng Zhilong really begged for mercy!

"Wait, hero! Hero, listen to me, although I can't control them now, but my son can control him! As long as I am in your hands, will my son not listen to you? "Hey, it's really sad and lamentable, I can't imagine that a generation of heroes Zheng Zhilong also has such a low voice, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy!

The corners of the black-clothed killer's mouth twitched, and his smile had lost its original calmness and naturalness. For the first time, he seriously picked up the knife in his hand.

"Get out of the way, I don't want to kill children." The black-clothed killer said in a deep voice, but he had lost a few points of confidence.

Hei Sha stood up straight with his knife and sneered, "It seems that the people who said this are no longer there. It is undeniable that this is a true saying, there have been countless opponents who underestimated his ability because of his size, and in the end, he was killed by this "child"!

So when the black-clothed killer heard Heisha say this, he was silent, only the real master knew that this child was unfathomable, obviously, this sentence couldn't scare the young killer in front of him at all.

After a long time, the black-clothed killer sighed lightly, picked up the knife in his hand, and pointed at the black demon firmly, "Give you a chance to live." ”

"I never accept an opponent's concession, let's make a move! I am a warrior of the Ming Dynasty! When he said this, his eyes lit up with excitement.

At this moment, the black-clothed killer was suddenly stunned, he seemed to remember something? Is that the phrase? "I am a warrior of the Ming Dynasty!" Once so familiar, as it was yesterday.

"Yikes!" The black demon made a decisive move, he didn't need any rules, even if he saw that the black-clothed killer seemed to be wandering, he would be ruthless. Surviving on the battlefield is the law he follows, and it is also the most important reason why he has rarely lost in the rivers and lakes for so many years. What's more, behind him, there are incomparably important responsibilities to be adhered to.

Under the swift attack of the black evil, the black-clothed killer paid the price of blood for his half-heartedness, and his hat was split by the black evil from top to bottom, divided into two halves, revealing a bloody mark on the forehead that was slightly vicissitudes, if it was an ordinary person, perhaps it had been split in half at this time. At the moment when the black demon fell, the black-clothed killer still took a step back very keenly, and this step was the distance between him and the god of death!

"This time the strength and accuracy are enough, and the speed is a little worse......" The black-clothed killer smiled resolutely, raised his hand and gently wiped the blood on his forehead, took a look, and said to the black man. This middle-aged man didn't look angry, but it gave people a feeling of unease, his cold face fully explained his experience over the years, especially the blood-stained and unrecognizable tattoo on his forehead, which was enough to show his difference, this must be a killer who killed countless people, so that he seemed to be bloodthirsty now, he licked the blood on his hand, and smiled coldly. However, what made it difficult for the black demon to understand was that his deep eyes turned out to be so familiar!

However, the black slash didn't think much of it, he didn't want to be attacked because of his lack of concentration like the killer just now. He stared at the black-clad killer tightly, staring at the knife in his hand. He was going to stare into his eyes, believing that a killer's killing moves would always come out of his eyes, but when he saw the deep eyes of the black-clad killer, he changed his opinion, and this killer's eyes had a look in them that was difficult for other killers to find, and such a look seemed to have some kind of deceptiveness. Blacksha couldn't easily believe this kind of look, he could only retreat and look at the knife in his hand.

If he reacts quickly enough, then at the moment when the black-clothed killer makes a move, the black demon will still be able to understand the other party's origins. But for this momentary choice, Hei Sha couldn't help but sweat. Who knows if the killer will be faster?!

"Okay, although you have always denied accepting my concessions, but you made the first move these two times, and now, you should pay a little price for your disagreement." The black-clothed killer sneered, if it was an ordinary battle for hegemony in the rivers and lakes, he might not hurt the black demon, because he also saw that this was a rare good seedling. But this time it's a mission, and besides, if the black demon doesn't fall, it will stop him. He had to make a move. But at what cost?

"Maybe it will hurt your bones, maybe it will hurt your life, it depends on the level of resistance......" The black-clothed killer has been activated by the murderous aura and power in his body by the black sword.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's shoot!" Heisha swallowed again, hurt by himself, and being able to remind the opponent of the other party so calmly was so terrifying, however, Heisha had to face the fear in front of him and psychologically. At the very least, he needed to hold out until Zheng Zhilong fled to Shi Kefa's side.

But alas, the black evil tried his best, but he couldn't stop the killer. The black-clothed killer's knife was clearly seen, but he couldn't do anything, he couldn't block or dodge, what a desperate duel, the black-clothed killer instinctively swung the knife in his hand at the same time, stabbing into the black-clothed killer's left chest, but it was also a stab in the left chest, and the size, strength, and distance of the knife edge were different. Although the black-clothed killer's clothes were permeated with a little bit of blood, but there were no clear traces on the black man's clothes, the killer also believed that he had suffered a skin injury, and the black demon had a fatal injury, as for the lack of blood, it was just that the knife was too fast.

Anyway, the teenage killer Black Sha fell, fell on top of the black-clad killer, and lost his breath. The black-clothed killer just squatted down, gently probed his snort with his fingers, and then sighed softly, "You are a real Ming warrior." With that, the black-clothed killer stood up, put away his knife, walked forward around the black evil, and continued to pursue Zheng Zhilong. After all, the black demon couldn't stop him, and what happened next was possible!

This is a killer who talks about rules, and from the first time he saw the black evil, he felt that this goal was going to die, but he also had to die. So even though the black demon fell, he didn't trample his body again. Even, even the usual habitual actions were given up from the opponent's body, which shows that the black-clothed killer respects the opponent in his heart. There were times when he wanted to give up on the idea of killing the Black Shari, but he eventually made a career choice.

If you can't continue to complete the mission without killing the Black Shari, you will violate the rules of his profession. Now it's different, the resistance in front of him has been cleared by him, and his real goal is ahead. Poor Zheng Zhilong crawled continuously, panicked, panicked, and turned into the gutter by the river! When he got up and wanted to continue running, he found that Shi Kefa, Zheng Chenggong and others were running far ahead to pursue the rebels. And the soldiers closest to him didn't have time to rescue and shout, and they had already been solved in an instant by the black-clothed killer who had caught up!

Zheng Zhilong, who was a pit man, not only killed more than a dozen guards, but also killed Heisha, and now, it seems that he is going to pit himself again!

When the black-clothed killer's knife crossed Zheng Zhilong's eyes, he closed his eyes in despair.

However, for a long time, Zheng Zhilong's head was still on his neck! Zheng Zhilong slowly opened his eyes, looked at the cold black-clothed killer, and asked tremblingly, "Why is this?" Who sent you? "Perhaps, when it really comes to the moment of death, there is nothing to dare to. Zheng Zhilong bluntly asked the killer, and he wanted to die to understand, could it be that the imperial court deliberately let himself go, and now that the crisis in Nanjing has been solved, he wants to kill people again?

However, the black-clothed killer shook his head, "Your life is not as good as the young man just now, killing you is just a strategy." ”

"Then dare to ask the hero, what is the best policy?" Zheng Zhilong was not afraid of anything at this time, especially after hearing the black-clothed killer say that he was not as good as the black man, he sneered in his heart. Although the black evil martial arts are good, in Zheng Zhilong's heart, he is just a milky little hairy child, and now he sees that the black evil has not been able to protect himself, and he is even more disdainful, and he is even more unhappy with the black-clothed killer.

"If you can make Zheng Jiajun fight back and take Nanjing City, or, make a fuss until dawn tomorrow, maybe your life is still worth something, otherwise ......" the black-clothed killer said, and couldn't help but move the knife, and Zheng Zhilong's neck was suddenly cut out of a shallow hole.

Zheng Zhilong was taken aback, quickly moved his neck to the other side, and asked in surprise, "Did Wu Sangui send you?" ”

The black-clothed killer smiled coldly, "You're asking too much. If a person asks too much, it means that he knows too little, and the less he knows, the more it means that the person is not of much value, and the more worthless he is, the less reason he has to continue to live in my hands. ”

After Zheng Zhilong heard this, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, he knew that this was not a simple killer, it fell into his hands, it didn't seem so easy to want to die, and it was even more difficult to live. What's more, Zheng Zhi really doesn't want to die yet, otherwise, he wouldn't have left Heisha alone to flee for his life, you know, before that, he was the commander of the Zheng family's army, and he was a big pirate who shook the Taiwan Strait. But he didn't, he was afraid of death!

"But you should know...... Now the situation is beyond my control. Zheng Zhilong really wanted to compromise, he spread his hands behind him, signaling the scene of the Zheng family army and the imperial army joining forces to pursue the rebels, saying that he could not do anything.

"Since you don't know anything and can't control anything, it seems that there is not much point in keeping you." The black-clothed killer said, suddenly withdrew the knife, wiped the blood directly on the blade with his hand, licked it again, and said with a twisted smile.

When Zheng Zhilong saw it, he knew that this was a common action before the killer killed, and he was immediately trembling with fright. If the killer had killed him with a knife, he would have nothing to fear, but now the killer actually gave him hope and killed this hope a little bit, and this fear of life is the real torment.