One, two, three, Feng Xue took graceful steps, blood flowers splashed up, and then slowly fell to the ground, leaving patches of red plums on the ground.

Feng Xue no longer threw out the flying knives, not only because the enemy was in front of him, but more importantly, he only had two knives left.

Anyone with a modicum of combat knowledge knows that the risks of one-on-many and heads-up, armed and unarmed combat are completely different.

If one-on-one is about physical fitness and courage, then one-on-one is about reaction and pace, without the sharp eye that can see everyone's attack route, and without the dexterous pace to dodge most fatal injuries, no matter how strong you are, you will be killed.

At this moment, Feng Xue is like an excellent dancer, constantly walking between knives and guns, and whenever a crisis is approaching, she can always dodge attacks by a fraction of a second.

This is not because Feng Xue got any peerless light skills, or learned any bullet time, but from the power of a certain person who crossed into the world of gamblers and was the god of gambling.

It is a strong perception of the fusion of keen hearing and touch, and it is a strong perception that even a playing card can be judged on the table.

Relying on this perception, Feng Xue could easily feel the wind pressure when the weapon was approaching, coupled with his extremely strong physical fitness, it produced this kind of dodge effect like a "paper painting" in One Piece.

No, it's closer to seeing and hearing than paper painting!

In just a dozen seconds, a cannon fodder fell to the ground, and pieces of blood flowers fell to the ground, and the blood red splashed on the surface painted a rather abstract style of art in the surrounding clearing.

Feng Xue was dressed in white but did not get a drop of blood, just like a gentleman who had come out of hell, just shook the corners of his clothes and stepped on the corpse out of the blood-covered area.

Of course, he didn't forget to pull back his knife.

It's a pity that the blades are not made of metal after all, they are sharp and not magnetic, and at the same time, they also sacrifice their durability, more than thirty flying knives, but there are less than ten left, but this does not mean that Feng Xue has to throw them away, after all, they are thrown out of his hands, in case of leaving any fingerprints, it will be a big trouble.

Wiped the blood stains of more than thirty throwing knives on the corpse's clothes, and didn't bother to hide them, just stuffed them into his pocket and continued to walk forward.

Not long after, a strong smell of blood came from around the corner, Feng Xue walked up quickly, but saw Meng Fan standing indifferently in a pool of blood, but a group of guys with twisted limbs were lying all over the place, looking like there were forty or fifty people. It seems that the Chi family has really invested a lot of money in order to kill Meng Fan.

"Eh, why are you here?" A hint of vigilance flashed in Meng Fan's eyes, in his eyes, the human skin mask on Feng Xue's face seemed to never exist, but soon, Meng Fan smelled the smell of blood on Feng Xue's body, as a veteran, he couldn't understand what kind of killing could be stained with so much smell.

"Are you here to save me?" Meng Fan shook off the corpse in his hand, as if it had been torn by some wild beast, and the wound seemed to tell the tyranny of the pair of weapons in Meng Fan's hands that seemed to be a combination of a finger tiger and an ice pick (similar to the flying swallow of the ape flying Asma, but the dagger that extended out was a hexagonal pyramid-like structure that looked like a steel whip with a pointed tip), this was the first time Feng Xue saw Meng Fan's weapon, presumably those corpses with twisted limbs were caused by violent bombardment.

Meng Fan bypassed Feng Xue without a trace, and then glanced at the street behind Feng Xue, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming the crooked dead man lying around.

Feng Xue did not complain about Meng Fan's suspicions, on the contrary, only those who were vigilant in this way could often survive.

"By the way, you also underestimate your Uncle Meng, don't you want to deal with me with these broken sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs?" Meng Fan brushed a knife flower, and the two daggers disappeared in his hands.

Needless to say, I also know that his outfit is also a specially modified "combat uniform".

Hiding the art of war, almost every killer must learn the skill, of course, the widely spread is only the most basic part, that is, how to hide a knife, a dagger on the body without revealing any flaws, but it is much more difficult to go further, according to legend, the master can use visual errors and muscle movements, without a trace of a long weapon similar to his height to hide on the body and carry it around without being detected.

But at that level, even Feng Xue didn't know. After all, his father is a dead remnant, even if there is this part of the information inside the Heavenly Pavilion, it may not be passed down.

At least Feng Xue is the one who hasn't learned the advanced part.

But now is not the time to talk about this, although it seems that the enemy is dead, Feng Xue always feels a little uneasy in his heart.

"Uncle Meng, if you add thirty more such dead soldiers to fight with you, will you be able to deal with it?" Feng Xue grabbed a flash of aura in her mind and asked a little nervously.

"Young man, don't underestimate your predecessors, don't say thirty, even if you double it, I can easily do it!" Meng Fan thought that Feng Xue was a young man's competitive spirit, and said with a smile.

But who knew that when Feng Xue heard this, her face turned cold, and the muscles in her whole body tensed up instantly, but soon relaxed again.

Seeing this scene, Meng Fan's face also became serious, Feng Xue's state couldn't be clearer, this was clearly a warm-up to trim his muscles before fighting against some unknown strong enemy!

Meng Fan didn't ask immediately, but also tensed his muscles and then relaxed, and after several cycles, he slowly stopped.

This is a small technique to improve muscle agility, and through the cycle from tight to loose, it can increase the reaction speed of the muscles, but on the other hand, it is likely to cause back pain due to excessive lactic acid in the muscles the next day.

But if you are about to die, most people don't mind such a small side effect.

"What the hell is going on?" Meng Fan adjusted his body to the best state, leaned against the wall with a standing posture that quickly recovered his strength, and then asked lightly.

"This group of people is obviously prepared, I even found two tracking superpowers, since they are prepared, there is no reason not to know your combat strength, after all, it is not a nobody who can get [Dragon Teeth] as a code name." Feng Xue inserted the throwing knives that could still be thrown one by one into his cuffs, collar, and belt from his pocket, and it wasn't until he saw Meng Fan's weapon just now that he really connected this man who looked like the uncle next door with the master with the name and surname on the black list.

The pair of imitation cone-shaped finger tiger daggers are clearly the famous weapons of the black list master - [Dragon Teeth], or rather, the dragon teeth are not talking about a certain person, but this pair of daggers.

When Meng Fan heard this, his face also changed slightly, and a pair of dragon tooth daggers appeared in his hand, and the momentum of the whole person changed suddenly.

If Meng Fan before seemed to be a passer-by who could be seen everywhere, then the current Meng Fan is a fierce beast that may burst out at any time, even if a baby who doesn't understand anything passes by him, he will cry in fright with momentum on his back......