"Huh—"

The man in white in front of him snorted, and the footsteps that were still fleeing stopped.

The knee of the left leg is in close contact with the ground, and the knee is half kneeling on the ground.

A clear wound was dripping with blood, running down her heel and onto the ground.

Nearby, a scythe-like weapon lay quietly not far from the man.

And the man behind him also took advantage of this gap to catch up.

The man in white felt looking at the shadow on the ground that was getting longer and longer, gritted his teeth, held the ground with one hand, stood up with some difficulty, and prepared to continue running forward.

Before he could fully get up, a hand from behind pressed against his shoulder.

The strength of those hands was neither loud nor great, but it just held him down.

With it, a scythe-like shadow approached his cheek.

……

Su Hang couldn't help but be happy when he saw the other party hit by his whimsical skill, but there was no change in his face.

He quickened his pace and walked in the direction of the man in white.

In the process of approaching, I didn't forget to first transform the sickle back into the appearance of the book of life and death, and then after recalling it back into my hand, it changed into the form of the sickle.

And when Sickle Jue appeared in Su Hang's hands again, he had already come behind the man in white.

Seeing his action as he prepared to get up, he couldn't help but press his shoulder with one hand, and the other hand clenched the sickle in his hand and leaned towards the neck of the man in white.

Then, his voice sounded in the ears of the white man: "Uncle, I said why do you bother. If you want to escape, you have to pull a shield to be your substitute. ”

The voice was full of laughter: "Originally, I just wanted to go to school well, but I didn't expect you to force me to end up with you." ”

As he spoke, he slashed the blade of the sickle on the neck of the man in white.

The force is so light that it feels like a colossus caressing.

However, the man in white felt the slightest coldness coming from his neck, and his mouth trembled: "Little brother, I am also forced to be helpless." If I had known you were in this direction, I wouldn't have run away from you. ”

As the man in white spoke, tears remained, giving people the impression that he had been wronged.

Su Hang looked at him like this, lowered his head as if he was pondering something.

The man in white caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and his heart was secretly happy, and there was a subtle light in the corner of his eye.

Su Hang didn't see that the fingertips of the man in white who were holding the ground were faintly flashing silvery-white.

Perhaps seeing that Su Hang had not dropped the sickle in his hand for a long time, the body of the man in white trembled slightly.

Then, in an instant, he pushed his silver-white palm towards the sickle.

"Hehe, I still want to catch my master, wait a few years at most."

Under the effect of that force just now, Su Hang gently took a few steps back. And these few steps just allowed the man in white to get out of his grasp.

I saw that the palm of the man in white who had just touched with the sickle Jue was not damaged in the slightest, but the silver-white light became a little dim. And the wound, which was still bleeding a little, was not only how, but also did not shed a trace of dark red liquid.

He looked at Su Hang, who was a little staggering, and a somewhat evil smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Boy, since you sent it to the door, don't hang me, hehe." ”

As he spoke, he slapped the palm of his left hand, which was still emitting a silver-white light, towards Su Hang's heart.

And the sickle in Su Hang's hand didn't have time to resist in the direction of the man in white's attack.

Seeing that Su Hang was about to be touched by the silver-white light, a shadow suddenly appeared behind Su Hang.

He shook his fist at the silvery-white light.

What is surprising is that the palm that had just knocked Scythe back with a blow fell into disadvantage under the swing of this group of fists.

The man in white saw that the situation was not good, and was about to turn around and run away.

And at this time, a somewhat deep voice came from the silver: "Zhang San, I accidentally let you escape the first time, and the second time can I let you do it again?" ”

As he spoke, the man in the black practice uniform had a gleam in his eyes, and his body turned around and gave way to Li Yan's feet of the man in white, and his left fist hammered into the temple of the man in white like a hammer from under the diagonal bottom!

When the man in white saw such a fierce fist, he had to lower his body, trying to dodge the fist that seemed to be fatal.

And Su Hang had already reacted when he was in the man in the black practice suit. He held the sickle and whispered, "Investigation." ”

In Suzhou and Hangzhou's field of vision, one red line after another appeared, as if an enlarged slow world.

At the same time, the agitation of fate was transmitted from the blade all the way to his pulse, and he heard the voice again, fight with your life. Courage is the only way to exert the greatest strength.

A pulsating sensation began to flow in his ears. Bright red filled Ye Feng's pupils, and he once again clenched the deadly sword in his hand. He swung it at the legs of the man in white.

This time, there was no more luck.

Zhang San's legs, which had already stood up, completely withstood the attack of Sickle Jue. This time, he was lying completely flat on the ground, and there was a faint hint of white and translucent light between his thighs. Blood ran straight down the cuffs of his trousers, quickly soaking the ground red.

"Ahh

Looking at the bones and flesh that were almost separating, Zhang San couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Jean's eyes looked at Su Hang's face viciously, and his mouth opened wide, as if he was about to release something unspeakable.

However, his expression could only stay at that moment forever.

When Su Hang waved the sickle, the man in the black practice uniform raised his fist again.

This time, it hit the forehead of Zhang San, who had lost his ability to move.

At that moment, Zhang San's eyes widened and his mouth widened.

The place where the fist on his forehead fell had sunk into a large piece. A dark red liquid slowly flows down from the top of the head.

Soon, it followed his face and spread to his neck.

Then, he fell straight behind him. A dark red humanoid figure is reflected on the ground.

Even if it wasn't the first time he had experienced such a scene, he couldn't help frowning when he saw Zhang San's appearance.

However, it was only for a short time.

Then he set his eyes on the man in the black practice uniform, held the sickle across his chest, and stared straight at him without a trace of relaxation.

After the man in the black practice suit finished off Zhang San, he just stared at Zhang San for a long time. Only then did he slowly turn around and meet Su Hang's gaze.

It seems that the next moment is another battle without gunpowder.