An Chen was immersed in the joy of improving his strength and didn't notice it at all, and a person not far behind him walked over slowly, with a cold blade lying in his hand.

"There shouldn't be anyone at the training ground at this time." A somewhat gloomy voice sounded behind An Chen, and his words were also very polite.

An Chen was also startled and turned his head to see a man in a robe, the strange short knife in his hand flashing with a terrifying cold glow in the moonlight. His face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and he couldn't see it clearly. But An Chen clearly felt a cold gaze staring at him.

"I don't know, is there such a rule in the barracks?" Anchen couldn't help but be stunned when he heard what he said, he wouldn't really violate any military regulations, and suddenly thought that he wouldn't make trouble for Ruiwen again.

"Not in the barracks, but it's my training time, you can leave." The hooded man was very gloomy and arrogant, and after saying this, he walked past An Chen by himself. He usually comes to the training ground in the middle of the night to warm up every day, but today he occasionally came early, but he didn't expect that there were still people here, which was a little unhappy.

Anchen was worried that he was violating the rules, but he didn't expect that it was this guy who was driving people away, so he suddenly said with some unhappiness: "Who are you, secretive, not a spy." ”

The hooded man's footsteps paused, stopped his figure, and sneered half-loudly: "You are the girl that Rui Wen captured." Saying that, he turned to look at Anchen: "You're not leaving?" ”

An Chen was also angry, turned around and tilted his head: "Why do you want to go?" ”

The short knife deflected slightly, reflecting a cold light on An Chen's face, and it was suddenly full of murderous aura. An Chen suddenly felt that his hair stood on end, like falling into an ice cave.

The next moment, a cold light flashed, slashing towards An Chen's throat.

will die, this has become Anchen's only thought, he will definitely die! In a hurry, An Chen suddenly launched the stand-in technique.

"Bang!" Two severed weights fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

Dodge? The hooded man frowned, and the moment his knife touched An Chen's skin, An Chen's figure instantly broke away from his lock, replaced by a 100kg training weight, and An Chen disappeared without a trace.

Interesting, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his terrifying gaze swept over the training ground, a very good hiding technique. The bizarre short knife clenched slightly, his knees slightly bent, he was interested in this prey.

Silence, as if no one was present, until a wisp of dust drifted past the tip of the hooded man's nose. The blade suddenly rose, and the cold light crept in. Unlike the hooded man's murderous overflow, this knife is silent. From behind him, An Chen appeared instantly, a dagger in his hand, his slender arm wrapped around the neck of the hooded man, and the dagger slashed quietly but quickly.

"Dang!" The blades collided, and An Chen jumped high on the hooded man's back, and fell to the ground like a Persian cat. A pair of eyes looked coldly at the hooded man, and on An Chen's jade-like neck, a blood line was so eye-catching. The moment he made a move, her reaction was only a beat slower, and at this time it was just a corpse.

"Huh." Laughter full of murderous intent like a knife out of its sheath, the hooded man looked at the woman in front of him: "You're good, but it's slow." ”

An Chen was motionless, his eyes were half-squinted, and he looked at the hooded man quietly: "Each other." The next moment, her figure disappeared again, passively: Shadow Dancer, in effect.

The hooded man licked his lips, and the short knife was on his chest, just a small movement, and An Chen couldn't find any flaws in him.

In the shadows, Anchen secretly gritted his teeth, grass, hard bones! But the next moment, her dagger was also clenched, and it was all at this point, fight!

The glimmer of the moon shines leisurely on the night, and the bleak wind of autumn rolls up, and the murder is suddenly revealed.

"When." The short blades struck each other, and the subtle fireworks illuminated the cold night.

"Dang!" The dagger stabbed straight at the door.

"Bang!" The short knife pierced a handful of sand, and the smoke and dust scattered.

The figure flashed, and the slender figure appeared behind the cloak, and under the corner of the clothes blown by the wind, a murderous blade was hidden. But the face in the shadow of the hood hooked the corners of his mouth, and the short knife in his hand swung out suddenly.

"Dang!" The two knives collided again, and the figure in pitch-black leather armor was slashed straight out, his right hand propped up on the ground, and he rolled to unload his remaining strength, and almost stopped on the ground.

"Huh." The figure in the cloak vanished in a flash.

An Chen's pupils shrank, and a sense of crisis surrounded her, skill thieves, activate!

The figure of the hooded man instantly appeared behind An Chen, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled and said, "You lost." As he spoke, he was about to cut Anchen's throat. But he was suddenly stunned, and the short knife in his hand actually disappeared out of thin air.

The thief launches, the target strength far exceeds the user, the chance of success is 30%, steal, steal successfully, and get the blade of the blade!

An Chen sneered and held the blade and said to the person behind him, "Who said that!" With a flash of coldness, the short knife stabbed hard in the back.

"Dang, bang!" An Chen's short knife was blocked by the hooded man's gauntlet, he jumped away instantly, turned around and kicked Anchen's waist hard, An Chen only felt the huge force coming, and the person flew out, fell on the ground of the training ground and turned over a few times before stopping.

The corners of An Chen's mouth overflowed with a hint of red, and his eyes stared at the hooded man in front of him.

"I said you lost, you just lost." There was a hint of sneer in the hooded man's cold voice, but the killing intent on his body gradually dissipated. Slowly walked to Anchen's side step by step, looking down at the loser in front of him.

An Chen felt that the wound on his waist that was almost healing was about to burst open, and looked at the hooded man fiercely: "Cut, just rely on your strength to suppress people." As he spoke, he struggled to get up in pain.

The hooded man was not just said by Anchen or something, he didn't say anything to mock, just waited lightly for Anchen to stand up and said slowly: "My name is Tyrone, every day in the future, you will arrive at the training ground on time." As he spoke, he picked up the blade that fell to the side when he kicked Anchen away.

"I didn't ask your name, and why should I listen to you." An Chen scolded disdainfully, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Or I'll kill you." The killing intent that the hooded man dissipated suddenly enveloped An Chen, and the next moment there was no trace, it turned out that the hooded man had left.

"Grass, why are you so unlucky, you meet a pervert when you go out." An Chen smacked fiercely, covered the wound on his waist, and limped out of the training ground: "Forget it, let's go back and bandage the wound as soon as possible." ”。