It's just a fleeting difference, if it weren't for the desert eagle that slightly blocked Gar's vision just now, I'm afraid that the cold death has already been slashed head-on, and the knife battle is the same as the gun battle, and every collision is a desperate fight.

Gal is also not in love with war, and retreats immediately after a miss, and definitely does not stay long.

Han Yan lowered his head and listened attentively, the opponent was a guy who specialized in hand-to-hand combat, and he was much stronger than himself, a halfway monk.

"Where!" Han Yan's palms were sweaty, he tightened the short knife in his hand, and his eyes under black-rimmed glasses were nervous.

But he couldn't find where Gal was, and his heartbeat was somehow slowed down by Gal and muffled by the wind in the woods.

It was also difficult for him to detect the sound of the knives in advance, and the two knives of Garr were specially designed to have very little wind resistance, and the sound was very small, almost the same as the sound of the wind blowing around him.

Two strands of wind swirling rapidly around the cold, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, like ghosts.

Gal hasn't made a second cut yet, but from which angle will the next one come from? Unthinkable.

Besides, Han Di kept feeling a vague gaze staring at him.

"Didn't you say a good gun?" Han Yan felt his nerves tense as if they were about to break, "Did the sound of the wind and the high-speed movement make me lose my goal?"

"If you have the kung fu to talk nonsense, it's better to find my place more!" The sound of speech came from the front, but the wind was behind.

"Fight quickly, three knives, can you kill me?" Han Yan pushed down his glasses, thinking about something, "I still have my own business!" ”

"Okay, three knives, but don't be afraid, at most you will be seriously injured and disabled, I have always been very kind to you!" Garl's voice was heard, still scattered around, uncatchable.

"Come on!" The tip of the knife drooped, and Chill gave up all defensive stance, silently standing upright, knowing that he was no match for Gal at all, and now he was betting on his instincts.

"The first cut!" Garr's emotionless voice was captured a meter away from the front.

Han Yan raised his hand violently, and the short knife in his hand did not slash at the front, but blocked it above his head.

Just a few tenths of a second later, the sound of the knife was caught overhead, and the real blow was aimed at Caesar's heart.

"Won the bet!" Han Yan was happy in his heart, but the movements in his hands did not stop.

The two knives clashed, and Gal, who was as light as a cicada's wings, slid away silently with the power of the knife, hiding himself again.

"You're in luck!" Ghal's indifferent voice was everywhere.

"And two more knives!" Chill struggled to keep his heart rate at an average rate.

"Second cut!"

Chilling his heart froze, and there were whistling and swords above his head and under his feet at the same time, above and below, as if there were two galls.

The black-haired boy leapt forward, his short knife slashing behind him, creating a layer of defense.

The straight-edged and short knives that came after them grazed less than a centimeter apart, making no sound, and Gal hid once more.

"......" Han Yan rolled on the spot and stood up, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and the moment just now was really a moment of life and death.

His body trembled slightly, but it was not a tremor of fear, but a natural reaction, and his cold eyes were filled with purple light, and a wild feeling came to his face.

"The third and final cut!"

The chill breathed deeply, each breath deep into his lungs, he had to concentrate, he had to give it his all.

He had never faced such an opponent before, sweat poured from every pore of his body, and his shirt was already soaked, as if he had just run a marathon on the track and field, but there was a feeling of exhilaration.

"Wild intuition? What a familiar ability! The change in the cold was naturally seen by Gal, and he showed a nostalgic expression

Han's ears suddenly caught a strange sound, and the wind around him gradually dissipated, leaving only a misty tail note.

There is only one explanation, and Gal, who won with great speed, suddenly stands still and gives up moving.

Strangely, the final coda came from every angle, 360 degrees, in every direction, as if there was a gal standing in every degree of space.

In a world of light, this is simply impossible.

Han Di lowered his head, and in his subconscious, countless gales stood in a circle around him, raising the knife in his hand at an extremely slow speed, so that there would be no sound on the knife.

360 blades that can be activated at any time.

"This really doesn't look like me!" Han Yan smiled silently, he, who pays attention to data theory, would actually put all his hopes on his intuition at this moment.

The last sword, like the duel of ancient Japanese samurai, has frozen time with a murderous aura, just waiting for a flying leaf to cut through the silence and the sword light to burst.

"Ding"!

The sound was like a rattle, like a knife cutting in, cutting through the taut strings, and the balance collapsed, and 360 gal pounced at the same time, each of the 360 degrees was a sharp blade.

"Blade Whirling Lan", a kind of ancient martial arts, surrounded by a stormy sword.

In the face of such an attack, Han Yan followed his instincts, turned around, squatted, held the knife in both hands, and went all out, towards his right rear, slashing!

At the last moment, he didn't even judge the enemy's position at all, and the angle of power of the knife he swung out had been set in his mind, as accurate as if he had measured it with a ruler.

The dagger struck one of the 360 gals, slicing at each other.

All other illusions collapsed at this moment, and the two of them breathed into each other's faces, all the power pressed against the blade.

"Well, how did you find out where I really are?" Gal suddenly laughed, and this man who couldn't do it in the eyes of the cold could actually laugh.

"How do you make noise in all directions at the same time?" Han asked back, and in his last beast-like instincts, he had discovered something.

"Confessing tactical secrets, you think I'm going to tell you?" Gal continued to smile lightly, he could actually see Myer's shadow from the cold corpse, the same wisdom, "You tell me how you found me first!" ”

"Heartbeat, you use some special method to suppress the sound of your heartbeat, but with the high-speed movement, your heartbeat involuntarily accelerates, and in the end, the sound of your knife is no longer enough to cover the heartbeat."

"Sure enough, this kind of hidden battle is not for me!" Gal shook his head helplessly.

"It's your turn." Chill said, still apprehensive about Gar's performance at that moment.

"There is no need to say more about the winners." Gal said, a cold object on his forehead, and he was stunned for a moment.

It was a desert eagle with a silvery metallic sheen.

Gal held the knife in one hand against the short knife of the Chill, and the gun in the other hand against the door of the Chill's head, "Put down the knife, I don't know if this gun will go off?" ”

"You're not the kind of person who doesn't keep your word, are you?" The cold corpse unloaded the power he had blessed on the short knife.

Being held to the head with a gun is no joke......