Shi Mingsong held the knife in both hands, and his eyes were as sharp as the sharpest part of the sword. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At this moment, he quietly looked at the driver opposite him, as well as his men, and when his eyes saw those people, he would bring a tingle.

Death, sometimes but not terrible, and what is terrible is the time before death, waiting for death, the time that is called the judgment, the executioner with a sharp blade in his hand, standing in front of you, putting the silver-white blade on your neck, and then cutting into it little by little.

Shi Mingsong's body just moved in an instant, and the one closest to him, a little short and fat, just in an instant, had a red scar on his neck, and then the person slowly fell.

It was really like a shadow, shuttling through the darkness of the room, and no one could catch his shadow. No one knows how he did it, the man is clearly standing there, clearly walking towards you step by step, but you just can't notice his existence.

Wu Yu was cold for a moment, and a smile instantly appeared on his face, "It's interesting, it's really interesting, it turns out that this bracelet can still be used like this." ”

Others can't understand it, but it doesn't mean that Wu Yu can't understand it, he can see the faint fluorescence on Shi Mingsong's body, and those fluorescences are emitted from the bracelet. Although Wu Yu didn't know how she did it, he believed that as long as one person could, then the rest of the people must be too. And the reason why those people can't do it is because they haven't looked at the little white bracelet on their wrist all along.

There was also a hint of consternation on the driver's face. The magician, the man who is always at the top of the rankings, is said to have never seen what that man looks like, as long as you have seen him and know his identity, then all you can do is stand there and die.

Don't try to run away, everything you do is in vain, he will lurk in your shadow, when he wants to kill you, he will slowly stab the sharp blade in his hand into your heart, and then spin the blade little by little, stirring your heart to pieces.

No one knows how strong that person is, and even the driver has only a slight understanding of what everyone knows about this person who can almost be described as a legend.

No one knows a little more about this man, except that he will leave a jack of hearts after killing someone, no one knows when he appeared there, and even if he gets rid of this problem one day, even if he disappears from this world, no one will know anything related to him.

Shi Mingsong was really like the shadows of those people, the shadows that were originally waiting quietly on the ground squirmed in the next moment, and Shi Mingsong came out of the shadows and stabbed the knife in his hand into the throats of those people.

Maybe this is Shi Mingsong's real strength, even Wu Yu never thought that Shi Mingsong would be so strong before this.

Those bloody blades, dripping with blood like the fangs of a demon, remained in him well, proving to everyone that he was indeed walking through it step by step, and not really burrowing through the black shadows one after another.

"If you have the ability, don't use these tricks of stealing chickens and dogs, come out and fight head-on." A cold sweat had already appeared on the driver's head, maybe before this he would have thought that the gap between him in the thirtieth place and the so-called first place in the ranking was nothing more than the gap in task points, but now he understood how big the small gap in his mind was.

What is crushing? This is called crushing, really crushing without any skills, he doesn't need to blow up if he wants to kill you, and you try your best to hide, but it only increases the speed of your adrenaline secretion.

"Okay, I'll fight you head-on." The fluorescence on Shi Mingsong's ending disappeared little by little, he twisted out of the darkness little by little, and looked at the driver with a smile and said.

The double knives in his hands were already dripping with blood, "Draw the knife." ”

The driver naturally wouldn't be polite to him, and as soon as he touched the table with his palm, a black katana instantly appeared in his hand, holding the knife in both hands and stabbing the horse, his eyes staring at Shi Mingsong tightly, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

The corners of Shi Mingsong's mouth raised slightly, he didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and his body rushed forward directly. The twin swords were raised and slashed towards the opponent, who was not slow at all, and the katana in his hand instantly caught up.

Two knives, the katana slashed on the double blades, the red stars splashed, and the sonorous sound of iron weapons colliding with each other floated back and forth in the room.

"The strength is good, but unfortunately, people are garbage." Shi Mingsong shook his head, as if he was a little sorry, the soles of his feet stepped back suddenly, and his body shot out quickly, and at the moment when the latter had not reacted, his body floated back like a ghost.

The twin knives slashed at the driver's neck again, and the latter could only defend passively. His teeth were clenched, and his face was a little ugly, but he found that under the latter's men, he had no chance to attack other than defensively.

He was already about to drive Shi Mingsong crazy, passive and crazy defense again and again, and his teeth were about to be bitten by him and ooze blood.

The katana in his hand, under the latter's double swords, has become countless scars, those accumulated scars, it seems to tell him about his hardships again, the weapons of the two people are not at the same level at all, the driver has begun to despair, and even his eyes are gray.

Struggling? It's all at this point, what else can he rely on to struggle, the feeling of pressing on you, pressing you to the ground and rubbing it, has made him speechless at all.

"It's really weak and pitiful." Shi Mingsong clamped the latter's katana with his two swords, and his body jumped lightly from the ground, and then spun violently in midair. The driver felt a sharp pain in his wrist, making a crisp clicking sound, and then the katana in his hand flew out and fell to the ground, the broken blade made a crisp sound, and the wrist was almost deformed by the huge force.

"I..." The driver opened his mouth and wanted to speak, Shi Mingsong didn't give the latter a chance at all, he hated the big nonsense that a person said before he died, the knife in his hand flew out violently, and stabbed directly into the latter's throat, blood flowed down the blade and onto the white floor, like a bright red rose on a thorn, beautiful... Hideous...