Throw a knife!

Li Xian didn't hesitate at all, and threw the black straight knife in his right hand! The knife turned into a black streamer in mid-air, so fast that the naked eye could barely keep up! It was just a trance, and Li Xian's outrageously sharp black straight knife stabbed at the chest of the man in white like thunder. The black knife easily pierced the chest of the man in white, and the body in white was bent and flew backwards under the huge force. The black knife cut in from the front chest and came out from the back, and the blade cut off the vertebrae before cutting the back, and the man struggled to stand up for a while, but only moved, and the upper body that had lost its support hung down softly. The broken vertebrae were exposed from the knife, and Bai Sensen's blood hung on it, which looked extremely bloody.

At the same time as Li Xian threw his knife, four or five white-clothed men who had shot empty the crossbow box drew their horizontal knives behind their backs and rushed over. Li Xian wanted to pick up the scout leader's saber on the ground, but those white-clothed men obviously didn't give him this chance. The two men threw their horizontal knives out almost at the same time, trying to nail Li Xian to the ground. This is exactly the same as Li Xian's idea of nailing the man in white, and they are so neat and neat with each other.

Li Xian is a demon who has been killing people since he was six years old, an outlier who has been hunted down since he was an infant, he has an endless stream of killing methods, but what he is best at is not killing, but saving his life.

The horizontal knife that seemed to be extremely fast was actually a few points slower than what others saw in Li Xian's eyes. He could even see the trajectory of the horizontal knife in mid-air and the slight deviation in angle, thanks to Daxi Changru's almost demonic training in the past two years and his own demonic cultivation. Eyesight is essential for a person who pursues the ultimate in archery. And reaction is also crucial for a person who pursues the ultimate in knife skills. And Li Xian has all these two points.

He dodged one of his knives sideways, and used his dagger to deflair the other with a nimble slash and flew to the side. The horizontal knife whirled and flew out, nailed to a big tree with a thud and still trembling.

It seems to be easy, one flash and one block, these two ordinary to extreme, simple to extreme actions are actually the ultimate play of Li Xian's hard work over the years, the time from the time of the horizontal knife to fly to Li Xian's body is a matter of seconds, and Li Xian made the most correct judgment and the most correct action in a few seconds.

Having the right judgment is only one of the key factors for success, and the other is the right action.

After knocking the horizontal knife, the nearest man in white had already arrived two meters away from Li Xian, and he jumped up violently and slashed at Li Xian's head with a volley, and the knife momentum was a bit of wind and thunder.

Li Xian did not retreat, but advanced, and took a step forward and carried his shoulders upward.

Stuck in the man's armpit, the horizontal knife suddenly lost its strength. In such a short period of time, Li Xian was even in the mood to smile slightly at the man in white. It's just that the smile he thought was kind and cute became extremely eerie and terrifying in the eyes of the man in white.

The dagger sank into the throat of the man in white, and then sideways everything.

The razor-sharp dagger cut through the neck bone and throat with little hindrance, and with a slash out, the huge head tilted around the neck and then slowly fell.

In the next second, a thick blood fountain spurted out of his neck cavity, and he couldn't imagine this kind of scene without being there or seeing it with his own eyes, and the headless body actually slowly took a step forward, and the blood spurting out of his neck formed a strange rainbow under the sunlight.

A man in white paused incredulously, looking at the robe that was still alive a second ago had turned into a headless corpse in this second.

He was a real soldier who killed like a horse, and because of his skill and calmness, he was transferred to this scout team of less than 800 people. And the fifty soldiers who came to hunt down Ashina Duoduo this time are the elite of the team of 800 people! They have a name unknown to outsiders, called the Hunters.

I thought that the operation of chasing and killing the two girls would go as smoothly as ever, because any prey in their eyes would eventually turn into corpses.

Since the Hunter was founded, no target has escaped alive.

From the nervousness and excitement of the first mission, to the calm of the murder now, he has experienced many killings. I thought that I had killed people like hemp, but when I faced the situation of Robo Ze dying in three battles one after another, he couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had feared death, and he understood what it meant when he was afraid.

He saw that the robe was headless in an instant, and then he saw the poignant blood mist like fireworks.

Immediately after, the blood mist suddenly dispersed, and a white shadow crashed through the blood mist, and the blood rainbow suddenly appeared like a yaksha out of hell, and the yaksha had a dagger in his hand that flickered with cold light.

In the next second, the dagger stabbed into the white-clothed scout's heart.

When the dagger stabbed into his heart, the fear of the white-clothed scout was suddenly swept away. He even thought clearly of what the captain had said when he was training.

"When the dagger pierces the enemy's heart, don't pull it out immediately, in order to ensure that the enemy is killed with one hit, the dagger should rotate and twist in the enemy's body after being stabbed, so that the enemy will be completely killed!"

While thinking of this passage, he subconsciously looked down.

A beautiful young man with blood on his face was covered in blood, but he looked clean, and his slender and stable, too-blood-stained, and not dirty-looking hand, held a dagger in his hand, which pierced his heart, and then quickly turned a few times.

The white-clothed scout was stunned, then smiled.

Before he died, what he wanted to say was not some nonsense and good knife technique, but that it was really simple to die like this, and what the captain taught was right.

He was dead before he fell to the ground.

Li Xian pulled out the dagger, knocked open a knife that cut horizontally, and kicked it on the lower abdomen of the man in white.

As if it were the same, the man in white snorted and flew backwards.

Li Xian dodged to avoid the horizontal knife cut on the left side, and then used the dagger to knock open the knife chopped off on the right side, and took the time to say to the white-clothed man who wielded the knife: "My own people!" Can you not force me to kill them all? ”

The man in white was stunned for a moment, and then burst out with an angry roar: "-your ancestor!" ”

Li Xian frowned, and asked very seriously while blocking: "Are you sure you know who my ancestor is?" ”

Of course, there was no answer, because the dagger had already cut the man's throat. Blood gushed out like a waterfall and sprayed Li Xian's body. The white clothes he had changed into were now smeared with blood, and from a distance, it looked like a white snow with a pattern of plum blossoms blooming.

The man clutched his neck and fell, his throat gurgling so distinctly audible. Blood kept pouring out from between his fingers, and the air he desperately sucked into his mouth spurted out of the broken throat, so much so that the blood gushing out bubbled up one after another.

Because even the crossbow had already emptied the crossbow box, the man in white no longer deliberately hid his figure, and the remaining dozen or so people drew their weapons and rushed towards Li Xian, at this moment, Li Xian was the number one enemy in their minds. The mission seemed to be no longer important, and killing the boy who had killed a lot of their robes was what they had to do. They were proud hunters, but in the snowy and dense forests on Yan Mountain, they became the objects of the boy's hunting. Killing the boy was not only because of the grief and anger of the death of the robe, but also because of the humiliation that they could not accept.

Although, in Li Xian's opinion, this humiliation is not worth anything.

Unbeknownst to them, the boy had quietly transformed into a hunter over the past fourteen years, a hunter more qualified than them.

Since he was four years old, Li Xian has not let his life relax for a day.

From the age of six, killing people is no longer a difficult and scary thing to do.

And from the beginning of his infancy, Li Xian knew that killing would accompany him for the rest of his life.

When the prey becomes stronger, the relationship between the hunter and the prey may have inadvertently changed.

For killing, Li Xian has no psychological obstacles. Of course, he is not a murderer. In his opinion, killing people is as common as eating, drinking,, and peeing, and he doesn't resist because sometimes killing people is like having urine to be spilled, urine is full and it must be discharged, and the enemy will naturally be killed when he comes. Although the words are a little rough, the truth is this truth, ordinary and not magnificent. And he doesn't love to kill, the same is the truth, no one will be addicted to peeing, and if there is no urine, he will be fine, and he will take it out and squeeze it 3,333 times a day.

When Luo Fu and the others joined the battle group, Li Xian's somewhat tense situation completely changed. Seven or eight brave men of the Blood Cavalry and the Iron Floating Slaughter are definitely stronger than those white-clothed scouts in terms of killing skills. The strongest horse thief in the world, Tiefutu, the most elite cavalry in the world, the eighteen people who can survive, how strong will they be?

Although the remaining dozen or so scouts still have an advantage in numbers, this advantage is as fragile as a layer of window paper that has been blown by the wind for twenty years in the face of absolute individual combat effectiveness.

When a dozen scouts were chopped to the ground, none of them let out a shout of victory. The people of the Blood Rider are the same as the people of the Iron Float, and killing people is just as common for them. On the contrary, they have absolute respect for these scouts, thinking that they ...... No one took a step back until the last man fought.

"It's a pity."

Li Xian sighed, slowly walked over and picked up the black knife, glanced at the dead corpses everywhere, and let out a sigh full of regret.

Luo Fu nodded and said, "It's a pity, they shouldn't have died here." ”

Dongfang Agni snorted and closed the eyes of a white-clothed scout: "I don't feel a little happy about killing them." ”

Li Xian nodded and said, "They are just afraid that they will die here with regret." ”

Li Xian pointed in the direction of the Great Wall: "They should die there." ”

As he was talking, there was a sudden sudden change!

A white shadow jumped down from the branch of the tree and stabbed at Ashina Duoduo, who was still unconscious!

Li Xian rushed over with an arrow step, blocking in front of Ashina Duoduo. The light of his knife suddenly spilled out, slicing open the chest of the man in white with a swipe. And the man actually smiled, and did not continue to target Ashina Duoduo, but took the initiative to take a hard knife, and then hugged Li Xian with both arms.

At the same time, another white shadow jumped up from the ground and stabbed Li Xian's throat! They waited, observed, and knew that Li Xian must have a soft armor body, so they chose the most vulnerable throat!

Burst! The horizontal knife easily pierced the body, and the blood slowly flowed down.

Li Xian's eyes widened instantly, and then, an unwilling and angry roar exploded in the dense forest.

Yes!

Like a tiger roaring, it shattered the whole world.

The one who jumped up and blocked a knife for Li Xian was Wuluan.

The girl's heart was pierced by a horizontal knife, and the knife was cold and her heart was cold.

She fell down slowly, looked back, looked at Li Xian with stubborn pride and relief in her eyes, she opened her mouth, and blood gushed like a spring.

"The two don't owe each other"

The last voice is left in the world, on the snow-capped mountains, in the dense forests, under the horizontal knife, reverberating leisurely.