The corners of Jun's mouth under the mask were slightly poplar, revealing a touch of coldness. The www.biquge.info of the pen and fun pavilion said coldly: "You want to leave like this, but you seem to have forgotten one thing. ”

Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in Jun Wuwu's eyes, and he threw a black feather arrow at Rotel like lightning.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, and Rottell's palm was pierced by an inch-long black feather arrow, and the electric pulse gun in his hand also fell to the ground.

"I said, don't move, even if you are the king of swords, I can kill you, this time it's your hand, next time it's your life."

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the Sword King, and he looked at the Monarch Worry-free coldly, and for the Knife King's cold eyes like a poisonous snake, Jun Wuwu confronted him and looked at the Sword King coldly.

The corners of the Sword King's mouth moved slightly, and he didn't say anything in the end, turned his head slightly, and said to Rottel: "Lottel, don't do those useless things." Then he turned his head to look at Jun Wuwu and said coldly, "What else do you want?" ”

"Hand over what I want, you're leaving, or no one else will want to leave."

Since the Sword King said that the chip of the stealth fighter was still in their hands, how could Jun Wuwu let them go like this.

The Sword King's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and the monstrous killing intent rushed into the sky, violently oppressing Xiang Jun Wuwu.

Jun Wuwu suddenly stepped out, as if the actual killing intent was overwhelming, facing the murderous aura oppressed by the Sword King.

The two murderous auras collided, and the distance between the two became extremely cold, and it seemed that they had fallen into a nine-day cold winter within a few meters, and it was so cold that it made people's hearts palpitate.

"Don't forget, now you don't have an advantage, do you think you can do it alone if you want to get the chip from us? And don't forget, we're two people. The Sword King's voice was extremely cold, and the killing intent permeated the party.

Jun Wuwu slowly raised the arc-shaped black knife, pointed at the sword king, and said coldly: "Yes, you can try, I promise that before I fall, the two of you will turn into corpses first." Jun Wuwu's body also rose with monstrous killing intent.

Although the Sword King is very strong, Jun Wuwu has no fear, if the two sides really fight with their lives, Jun Wuwu believes that he will be able to kill the Sword King, as for Rotel, hand-to-hand combat, Jun Wuwu did not put him in his eyes at all.

The Sword King was silent and slowly raised the blade in his hand.

The invisible murderous aura became more and more intense, and the murderous aura swept one side, and a small tornado was formed where the murderous aura passed in front of the sword king.

Jun Wuwu didn't back down, and the murderous aura like a substance turned into a miserable white, as thick as a layer of white mist.

The two of them seemed to be killing gods, and the murderous aura of the sky was raging in all directions.

"Kill!" "Kill!" The two drank violently and rushed towards each other almost at the same time.

The sword king's arm shook, and a cloud of snow-white sword light appeared in an instant, and countless knife shadows, like a knife wheel, rolled and killed Xiang Jun without worry.

"When, when, when......" The gold and iron roared, and the sparks flew, brilliant and incomparable.

The sword style of the sword king is like a blooming white flower, magnificent and splendid. And Jun Wuwu's shot is like wind and electricity, a knife is a knife, and there are no gorgeous moves. But it was extremely fast, one knife followed one knife after another, one knife was faster than another, and in the end, I only saw a black ginseng afterimage, and I couldn't see the figure of the arc-shaped black knife at all.

Within a radius of five meters, I saw black and white constantly colliding, making an earth-shattering roar.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Peng!"

A rain of blood splashed between the black and white, and after a dull sound, the two figures flew out separately.

A long blood mark on Jun Wuwu's chest appeared and then spread rapidly, turning the clothes on his chest into red.

His eyes were still cold, his body was still straight, and the curved black knife in his hand was slightly lowered, pointing at the sword king obliquely.

A narrow and long bloody wound appeared on the sword king's chest, and the bright red blood also stained his clothes. His face was a little pale, but his eyes were still as sharp as knives.

"Your endurance and speed are beyond my expectations again, I admit that I still underestimated you, I can give you something, how about just leave it at that?"

In the face of Jun's lifeless fighting style and terrifying speed, although the Sword King didn't want to admit it, he was indeed a little scared in his heart. Although they also had to bring the chip back on this mission, compared to their own lives, the Sword King was still willing to hand over the chip to the murderous guy in front of him. He is no longer sure that he will leave safely from Jun Wuwu, and it is worth it in the eyes of the Sword King to hand over the chip in exchange for his own safe departure.

Such a terrifying and crazy opponent is really terrifying. In just a short fight, Jun Wuwu has never defended, he has always been attacking with the sword king, and it is the kind of attack that does not want to exchange life for injury, the sword king is afraid, really afraid.

Jun Wuwu looked at the Sword King coldly, and said indifferently: "Hand over the things, you go." "Jun Wuwu also doesn't want to fight hard, even if he can kill the sword king, but he will be seriously injured, at this time serious injury, it is not a good thing, he will encounter the Nordic army at any time, in the case of serious injury, when encountering the Nordic army, there is only a dead end.

The Sword King glanced at Rotel, who didn't speak, and silently took out a seven-inch-sized, palm-thick lockbox from his military backpack and threw it at Jun Wuwu.

Jun Wuwu sniped through the lockbox, glanced at it, put it in his pocket, coldly glanced at the Sword King and Lotle, and took a step back, "Let's go." ”

The Sword King took a deep look at Jun Wuwu, and slowly retreated with Lottel. In the face of a super master like Jun Wuwu, it is impossible to be too careful, only when they reach a safe distance can they turn around, and they can only be regarded as half-complete this mission.

"Wait."

The Sword King's figure was stunned, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, "Do you want to regret it?" ”

Jun Wuwu shook his head lightly and said lightly: "Repentance, not yet, I just want to ask you a question." ”

"You ask, I don't necessarily answer."

"I just want to know what the other hunters are doing, and if any of them are involved in rounding them up?" Jun Wuwu's tone already brought a hint of coldness.

If God punishes the mercenary group and participates in the siege and killing of Xu Wen and a few people, Jun Wuwu doesn't mind repenting and leaving the two behind.

The Sword King was silent for a while before he said slowly: "They should be surrounded by the Nordic army, we just let the Nordic army mistakenly think that they killed the Nordic army, and did not participate in the siege of the hunters, we dare not show our faces in front of the Nordic army." ”

Jun Wuwu's face was expressionless, he looked at the Sword King coldly, and suddenly spoke: "It turns out that the so-called fierce beast mercenaries are also people punished by God, I don't think I'm wrong." ”

Jun Wuwu stared at the Sword King and Lotel tightly, the Sword King looked indifferent, and Lotle's face was gloomy, and he had no expression.

But their bodies were slightly stunned, this was enough, and Jun Wuwu had already gotten the answer he wanted.

The corners of Jun Wuwu's mouth under the mask raised slightly, "Let's go, I think we will meet again in the future." ”

The Sword King and Rotel silently glanced at Jun Wuwu, slowly turned around, and quickly burrowed into the jungle.