A trace of excitement suddenly appeared in the eyes of this man named Guangyuan, and he looked at the short sword in Zu Long's hand and licked his lips, revealing a row of small yellow teeth like soybean grains, and just let Rowan and the sea chase forward.

Zu Long had a smile on his face, but now his heart was beating very hard, usually excited, usually nervous, because he knew that more than twenty years had passed since he was born, and in these twenty years, he had only seen two people whose flying knife skills were better than his own, one was Zu Long's father, and the other was now opening a bar in Ethiopianbia, as for the business, it was occasionally necessary to rely on flying knives to sustain it.

But today, the short and fat little yellow tooth in front of him is definitely the master closest to these two people, whether it is the timing of the shot, the speed of the shot, the accuracy of the shot, the calculation of the flight trajectory, the control ability, or the accuracy of the landing point, he is definitely a first-class master.

Especially the use of silver needles, silver needles are definitely the most difficult to control in the flying hidden weapon, if someone uses silver needles as hidden weapons, and his silver needle hit rate is about 30%, then rest assured, his flying knife has been played superbly.

If the ancestral dragon and him are left behind, this short and fat man named Guangyuan can use a flying knife to make most of the ancestral dragon's skills, then the ancestral dragon can only shoot the target with a silver needle, this is a gap in technique, as long as this man does not die, the ancestral dragon will not be able to surpass!

The surrounding firelight had begun to gradually extinguish, the smell of burning filled the nostrils, a large amount of carbide rose with the morning breeze, and the charred leaves slowly fell with a crackling sound, falling to the ground with a clattering sound, as if a woman's high heels were kissing the floor.

Zu Long and Guangyuan are like two western cowboys, facing each other, staring at each other's eyes motionlessly, as if they can see something in each other's eyes, and the only thing they lack now is the rolling wind and sand and the unique soundtrack of the west.

The bodies of the two people are in a most natural state of relaxation, lifting their heels lightly. But he loosened his ankles, bent his knees slightly, but his hips remained flexible, his waist was hunched but his shoulders were hung by gravity, and his ten fingers felt the rhythm of the morning wind, as if he was dislocated, and his arms were swinging lightly, but how dangerous this kind of swing was, only these two people knew best, as long as a little flaw was enough for the other party to seize the opportunity to kill with one blow!

The two of them were at a stalemate. They were all waiting, waiting for a signal, one big enough for two people to be sure that it was now. This kind of thing can't be said, no one knows what this signal is, it can be a leaf, it can be a soft sound, it can be a gust of wind, in short, it is a feeling, a kind of game between life and death. A feeling that only the two of them can feel, just like now, when the blades of the helicopter burned and smashed on the ground, both of them knew it. The time has come!

Almost simultaneously, the two men were on their toes, raising their hands at the same time, rushing to their respective right sides at the same time, and then hiding behind the trees at the same time. Then I heard several extremely harsh and tooth-sore voices trying to pull out my heart and scratch it!

The tip of the Ancestral Dragon's short sword was directly pressed against the tip of the silver needle, and then the silver needle was cut open from the middle without any effort! With a bang, the ancestral dragon's short sword sank straight into a tree. But the sphere in the ring continued to rotate, and it took a while to stop.

The ancestral dragon held another short sword and pressed the back of his head against the trunk of the tree, pressing his heartbeat to the slowest rhythm for a moment, and then listened motionlessly with his ears propped up, distinguishing Guangyuan's movements in the crackling and burning sound.

The speed of this blow was extremely fast, and the two of them were testing each other to see each other's catties, but they were obviously evenly matched, and no one took advantage. Zu Long's eyes were fixed on the ground, constantly searching for the light and shadow swaying on the ground in front of him, but the firelight mixed with the rising sun made it difficult for him to distinguish which was the beating of the firelight and which was the surprise attack of Guangyuan.

He had to make a decision immediately, because the result of sitting still was only death, he raised his head, stared at the slightly thick tree above his head, and then lifted the dantian and took a breath, slowly stood up, and then fell to the top of the tree with a sharp swoop.

But before his toes were steady, a silver light came straight to his eyebrows! The ancestral dragon instinctively reacted with a little tip of the tree branch and jumped backwards, almost equal to the speed of the silver needle, the silver needle just stuck to the ancestral dragon's nose, in the ancestral dragon's eyes, it was as parallel in front of the ancestral dragon as if it was still, and then as the ancestral dragon turned over and landed, the silver needle burrowed into a tree trunk with a thud!

Zu Long rolled back and unloaded the force on his body, and then when he looked up, he vaguely saw two black dots coming straight in front of him, Zu Long almost subconsciously turned to the side again, and when he was half-squatting on the ground, he remembered that the two black dots just now should be two silver needles, and the angle of this silver needle is so tricky, it can only be aimed at the center point of vision!

If it weren't for Ancestral Dragon's instinctive reaction, Ancestral Dragon would have been shot through the eyes by Guangyuan's silver needle by now! With such a flick of the ancestral dragon's kung fu, a black shadow suddenly jumped up from his side, and a black claw knife in his hand went straight to the ancestral dragon's neck artery, the speed and timing were so ingenious that Rowan couldn't avoid it!

But Zulong is an ancestral dragon after all, he knows that if he dodges this knife backwards, it is very likely that he will leave a gap for Guangyuan's other hand, and at that time, not to mention whether Guangyuan's other hand has anything else, even a palm is enough for Zulong to drink a pot.

Therefore, Zu Long immediately decided to use the physiological characteristics of the human arm and body, and rushed towards this knife, and the decision between lightning and flint, then life and death are naturally on the line!

And Zu Long bet right, just as he was facing this knife, this knife was also coming towards him, Zu Long's sudden acceleration of victory caused the final landing point of this knife to change, Zu Long was hitting Guangyuan's chest, and because Zu Long shortened the distance between the two people, Guangyuan's arm was smashing on Zu Long's shoulder, and this claw knife cut through Zu Long's battle backpack with a whoosh!

The two of them were bounced away in the opposite direction after they collided with each other, and as soon as Zu Long's side landed, he jumped in the direction of the road, and at the same time threw off the combat backpack that had leaked on his body, and when he landed behind a tree, he gasped in shock.

This collision was really not light, because Zulong hit the opponent's sternum with his head, and both sides were in pain, but Zulong had a burst of dizziness, and the sky was spinning in an instant, and he couldn't distinguish what was in front of him at all. Zu Long knew that the other party would definitely be able to calculate his current state, so he didn't dare to stay any longer. Raise your eyes and look at the objects in front of you, and run away!

Zu Long was confident that his speed should be no one could catch up in a short distance, and he was moving forward at a rapid pace, so he was sure that this light would not be able to keep up. This run is hundreds of meters, until the scenery in Zu Long's eyes gradually becomes clear, then he took a gap to look back, but it doesn't matter after this glance, Zu Long was so scared that he almost didn't vomit his heart! Because right behind him, it was not that Guangyuan who followed him, but a wind-seeking dog!

What is a Wind Dog? The Wind Dog is a spirit animal that grows in Tibetan areas. The whole body is blue-black and the hair is very short, which is absolutely contrary to the Tibetan animals, this is because the wind dogs never need to rely on their hair to keep warm, they only have one way to keep warm, and that is to sleep in the carcass of animals!

Winters in Tibet are very cold, which makes the animals have extremely long hair, mainly because they resist the cold, which is a physiological need caused by the natural law of survival of the fittest. But the Wind Dog did the opposite. The hair itself is very short, which is also a physiological need, but not for warmth, but to feel everything in the wind.

Spiders can determine the location of their prey through spider silk. Sharks can tell the fish in front of the road based on the current, and wind dogs can know where cattle are by the changes brought by the wind in the air.

The ancients believed that the Wind Dogs were a kind of Holy Spirit, and they were the children of the wind god, chasing the movement of the wind all day long. Only when hungry will he stop eating, and the rest of the time he will be looking for traces of the wind. This is mainly because wind dogs need to rely on the wind to identify the location of their prey, so most people run wildly against the wind when they see wind dogs.

The Wind Dog does not eat immediately after killing its prey. It is very cruel to bite off the limbs of the prey, so that the prey is incapacitated, because the prey does not die immediately, the blood will continue to flow for a period of time, so that the body temperature will not drop immediately, the wind dog will then break open the abdominal cavity of the prey, burrow into the body of the prey, so as to warm up and avoid the cold. When the prey is completely dead and the carcass is cold, the wind dog will start to eat and then look for the next prey.

The Wind Dog is extremely fast, almost equal to the jaguar, and is one of the deadliest hunters due to its small size, agile movements, and powerful jaws that match the bite of a lion. And the intelligence of the wind dog is very high, some wind dog is equivalent to a six-year-old child, and it is extremely difficult to tame, and there is even a danger of a backbite at any time, no one wants to risk living with them, but the one that the ancestral dragon encountered today was completely domesticated!

Zulong is such a stall to turn back, this wind-seeking dog does not hesitate to fly up is a mouthful, and the speed makes Zulong feel shocked! Because Zulong's body is still in a state of turning back and twisting, how can he have time to make too many adjustments, and he only has time to raise his arm to block, this wind-seeking dog will hold the short sword in Zulong's hand in his mouth, because the inertia of the flying pounce leads to a huge amount of force, and Zulong's body is in an extremely uncomfortable state, so the short sword in his hand was out of his hand at that time, and he was also taken to the ground by the wind-seeking dog!

Zu Long stood up as soon as he turned over, and before he could stand firmly, he heard a series of footsteps behind him suddenly come closer, and then the sound of fingers rubbing metal against his skin slowly sounded, Zu Long was familiar with this sound, it was the sound of holding a hidden weapon!

The Wind Dog spat out the short sword in his mouth, staring at the skin on the side of the ancestral dragon's mouth with a long saliva, letting out a low roar, his eyes were full of killing aura, he slowly lowered his body, arched and retreated, the short tail was slightly raised, obviously ready to attack.

And right behind the ancestral dragon, the sound of the placket gently rubbing against the placket was almost undetectable, but it did not escape the ear power of the ancestral dragon, because this friction sound was very easy to deduce, and the light behind him was also slowly bending his body, accumulating like a spring, and then transmitted to the deadly silver needle on his fingertips!

A drop of cold sweat slowly left from the corner of the ancestral dragon's forehead, jumped over the jaw, and left the ancestral dragon's body with a snap, and it was this drop of sweat that became a sign of death! (To be continued......)