The man in black walked three meters in front of Zhao Lan and suddenly stopped.

Seeing that the other party did not make the next move, Zhao Lan also stopped walking towards him.

Although he was covered by the hat, Zhao Lan had a feeling that the eyes of the man in black who were shrouded in that black cloth must be looking at him at this moment.

The two looked at each other like this for a long time, Zhao Lan took the lead in breaking the stiffness, and suddenly rushed towards the man in black, the distance of three meters had been crossed in an instant, and the spike in his hand that was still dripping blood was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and quickly stabbed the throat of the man in black that was not covered by the black cloth.

"Woo~"

Bi Xiao moved and flipped in the hands of the man in black, like a shrunken green dragon, raising his head and letting out a light hiss, each time he could accurately seal the tip of the snake letter of the poison snake in Zhao Lan's hand.

"There is more than speed, but not enough adhesion!"

commented softly, Bi Xiao turned in the hand of the man in black, and stuck straight to the long thorn in Zhao Lan's hand, pointing at his tiger's mouth.

The tiger's mouth was a little bit, Zhao Lan felt a numbness in his right hand, hurriedly dodged Bi Xiao's continued attack, and took two steps back, only then did he raise the long thorn and look at the right hand holding the thorn.

The traces of half of the bamboo knots were imprinted on his tiger's mouth, and they were clearly visible when they entered the flesh, and the skin around the bamboo marks showed a blood-like purple.

And his right hand was trembling at the moment because it was touched by the blue flute.

As if feeling embarrassed, Zhao Lan stretched out his left hand to cover his trembling right hand, and looked at the black-clothed man standing with a flute vigilantly, but he couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Master!

This is the real master of martial arts.

Lanxing's ancient martial arts also had a glorious period, and at that time, countless biographies recorded the glory of martial arts at that time. But because of a big change, Gu Wu suddenly went into decline, and finally changed from Gu Wu to Gu Wu.

Zhao Lan has never learned any martial arts, the only thing he knows is a common elderly Taijiquan on the market, plus a little insight of his own, but he also fights like a look, although the power is insufficient, but it is enough to deal with some small characters.

Feeling a burst of heat coming from his body, his right hand no longer trembled, and Zhao Lan's heart swelled with endless battle intent.

Who says killers can't be hot-blooded?

Rushing towards the man in black, Zhao Lan didn't say half a nonsense, and continued to fight with the man in black with a stab. The long thorn and the bi flute clashed from time to time, and there were bursts of gold and iron sounds, and from time to time, accompanied by the indifferent words of the man in black, spread on the side of the lake.

"It's too yin and it's too masculine."

"Without speed and without heart, how can you control the enemy."

Zhao Lan was sweating profusely and constantly fighting with the man in black, but what made him a little annoyed was that every time he was about to stab the man in black, the man's bi flute could always accurately block his attack, and the strangest thing was that his spikes were impartial every time, and they were pierced in the center of his pipe.

And every time he wanted to twist the spike and insert it, the bamboo flute would turn into a phantom, and hit his long thorn quickly and hard, swinging it away.

Over time, Zhao Lan suddenly had an illusion in her heart.

The man in black was not fighting him at all, he was teaching him, or rather teasing him.

Even he saw in a trance that the blue flute, which originally had only six holes, turned into seven holes after being continuously stabbed by him. Moreover, at the moment when the wind inadvertently blew the hat of the man in black, he happened to see the man in black staring at the flute in his hand, and the look of satisfaction revealed in his eyes.

At that moment, Zhao Lan's heart was completely ignited.

As a killer, he has no principles, as long as he can complete the mission, he has tortured and killed countless informants. But today, he seems to have finally understood what it means to be "a soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!" ”

I worked hard to attack and parry, but I became a coolie to build a bamboo flute for you.

Zhao Lan glared angrily, shouted loudly in his mouth, and pushed the long thorn towards the man in black.

Seeing this, the man in black shook his head slightly, as if he was very disappointed with Zhao Lan's appearance, and still used the bamboo flute to push the long thorn in Zhao Lan's hand.

"Bastard, give me death!"

Just when the tip of the long thorn was about to touch the turquoise flute body, Zhao Lan suddenly shouted angrily, twisted his fingers around the long thorn, skillfully bypassed the bamboo flute, and was held by Zhao Lan again, stabbing forward.

The man in black didn't expect Zhao Lan to suddenly change his move, and was slightly stunned, but he was stabbed into his clothes by the tip of the spike and stabbed in his lower abdomen. Suddenly awakened by the pain, the bamboo flute in his hand was horizontal, and it was swung fiercely on Zhao Lan's chest, because the speed was too fast, the bamboo flute actually made a wind-breaking hiss in the air again.

Zhao Lan only pushed the long thorn into less than two inches, and then he couldn't move forward, and was pulled in the chest by the bamboo flute and fell back hard.

Frowning and covering the throbbing part of her sternum, Zhao Lan coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood, struggled to get up again, wiped the corner of her mouth with her right hand, and gasped to look at the man in black covering her abdomen.

"I didn't expect that." , touched the bleeding abdomen, the man in black looked at the blood on his hands, and swept his gaze to Zhao Lan, who was shaking his body from time to time and staggering, and then opened his mouth, and said in an indifferent tone with a hint of imperceptible surprise: "I thought that you had practiced martial arts for so many years, but you were just accompanied by some kung fu with fists and legs, but I didn't expect you to practice such a powerful martial arts." It's just ......"

The words of the man in black fell on Zhao Lan's ears, which made his heart ring an alarm.

So many years?

Listening to his tone, it seems that he has been lurking around him for an unknown amount of time, and it may even be that the original owner of his body has been lurking since he was a child.

All the elderly people around him in his memory were recalled by him one by one, speculating about their possibilities.

Soon, however, he gave up his speculation.

He has Zhao Lan's memory, and he also has the memory that Zhao Lan doesn't have! But he searched in his mind constantly, but he didn't find any information about the person in front of him.

Who the hell is he?

"It's just ......" the man in black still talked eloquently: "These martial arts of yours don't have any moves, if you are on the battlefield, you can be invincible and unparalleled in the world." But fighting with the knights of the rivers and lakes, your martial arts will fall behind after all. ”

As he spoke, the man in black shook his head, looked at Zhao Lan, who was frowning, and continued: "I don't know why you chose this thorn as a weapon, but I have to tell you that thorns can only be lethal when they can stab people, and if you can't stab people, you might as well take a piece of scrap iron!" ”

Why don't you take a piece of scrap metal!

The words of the man in black fell on Zhao Lan's ears, making him feel unhappy for a while.

He was an extremely stubborn person, and he was teased like a dog by the person in front of him for a long time, but he was still taught by him, and the anger that had been accumulating in his heart was finally ignited by the words of the man in black.

"It's best to look at yourself first when you say bad things about others, blowing the flute is what Bichi does, a big man dances around with a flute, is he going to come out and sell it!"

The loser does not lose the battle, looking at the black-clothed man standing with the flute with disdain, Zhao Lan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rushed towards him again with an angry shout.

He has no way to retreat, and the battle is not until the last moment, how can he be defeated!