Sen Han's knife light shone out a dazzling halo under the light pillar of the flashlight. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I didn't have a weapon in my hand, just a pair of fleshy palms to fight with my opponent, and the water was scattered, accompanying the two of us in the footsteps of advancing and retreating. This is also the most thrilling actual combat I have encountered since Master Huineng taught me the magic arts, I was very nervous, facing every attack of the opponent was a little scrambling, plus I was stabbed in the back in the bathroom, although the injury was not very serious, but every action involved the wound, the pain that pierced the heart is difficult to describe in words. The powerful Vajra palm was a little caught off guard when it came out, and because of this, he frequently encountered danger, and almost every blow was avoided at a time when it was not allowed to be made.

After a long fight, the man had completely gained the upper hand, and the long knife was like a ghost attached to the fatal parts of my body, as if it could put me to death at any moment.

Finally, he saw that my body was getting slower and slower, and more and more flaws were exposed, and in the darkness he took an opportunity to raise his long knife, and suddenly jumped up and slashed at me in the air.

The rain was still falling, and the rain was falling like arrows, and the rain flowed down the top of the head and into the eyes, and it hurt a little astringently.

The war was over, and I stood alone in the rainy night, standing in the dark, wiping the sweat from my face mixed with the rain. Then he looked at the man in front of him, and now he was lying quietly on the ground, unable to move, and the light of the flashlight shone on his back. The wet clothes on his body looked a little strange under the pillar of light, glowing a blue-green and patchy checkered shape. And; He also wears a helmet on his head, which is also tinged with turquoise. This is not supposed to be clothing, but a kind of ancient armor. From time to time, he twitched in pain, one hand propped up on the ground, as if trying to get up.

I will never forget the last blow just now, the scene where he jumped up in the air and raised his knife in both hands to slash at me, perhaps it was a flaw that I deliberately exposed at the most critical moment in that lightning and fire. He had been fooled into thinking that I was really completely defenseless, and when his long knife was only an inch above my head, I had already slid a step to the side with the sole of my foot, and then pressed my right hand down the blade of his sword. It's not a subtle move, and it's not a move in the palm of King Kong, it's just a trick that I used when I was learning grappling techniques, which is what the saying goes, pushing the boat with a small amount of power and the opponent's attack power, and the two forces come together, and if you use it skillfully, no matter how strong the opponent will be hit.

Now the opponent lying on the ground twitched and tried to get up, and he tried countless times, but he never got up. Because his right hand was still pressed under him, and his own long knife was also pressed under him, which means that he had killed himself.

I pursed my lips and pulled him to a place under the eaves where there was no rain, and looked coldly at the man, who had a knife stuck in his lower abdomen, and cut deep into his body, and then his face showed a distinctly pained expression, but when I saw that face, I couldn't help but shudder in spite of my boldness.

Because this is not a person at all, or rather; He can't be considered a normal person at all. The skin of his facial features was soaked in the rain and revealed a strange grayish white, swollen and shiny, and there was no whites in his eyes, just two deep black holes, and the strangest thing was that the corners of his mouth showed two sharp fangs like a large wild boar. Then his ten fingers also appeared very abnormal, each of which was a few inches long. He was sliced in the lower abdomen with his own long knife, and there was no red blood, but only wisps of white liquid.

Who is this? How could it be such a strange look? I was shocked and kicked him unceremoniously and asked, "Who are you?" Why kill me? ”

The man slowly spasmed for a while, opened his mouth wide and panted hard, and seemed to be very reluctant to say to me, "Boy, I didn't lose to you, it was your conspiracy that I fell for your plot." In terms of strength, you are no match for me at all. ”

I nodded and said, "You are indeed stronger than me, but you must know that I did not use conspiracy, I just had to do so, and you have not answered my question, who are you?" Why here? Why kill me? ”

The man shook his head, "It doesn't matter, you know it's useless." ”

"It's important to me, at least I know what your last name is, and who kidnapped my companion from me?" I looked at him coldly.

The man shook his head again, "Boy, don't think you can kill me like this, even if you know my last name, it's useless." ”

It seems that the man's temper is very stubborn, and he refuses to tell the truth. I shook my flashlight around, and the dark night sky had subsided. Then I said, "Let me think about it, now I'm pretty much sure you're not human. It's a zombie, judging by the outfit you're wearing, you're from the military, you're strong in martial arts and have few opponents, and your character is arrogant and conceited. You don't look like a modern person, but a leader in a certain position in a barracks. However, it is a very incomprehensible thing for me that a military attache like you, who has good skills and a certain amount of power, can turn into a zombie and live in such a barren mountain and ancient temple. ”

The man listened to me say these words with his mouth wide open, and couldn't help but nod, "Boy, you analyzed well, how did you tell that I was a zombie?" How can you tell that I am a military attaché? ”

"It's easy," I said as lightly as I could, "First of all, you're wearing armor that no ordinary soldier can wear, I've seen a samurai like you, and his helmet is different from yours,"

"Roar," the zombie suddenly let out a short cry and pounced on me, shouting "Blood、、、、、、 blood, I want to drink your blood、、、、、、 ten fingers were opened, and ten cold nails went straight down my neck.

Perhaps, the blood from the wound on my back now was an irresistible temptation for him, and he was ready to move again after a little recovery.

I hurriedly slid a step sideways, took out the long knife on his body, put it against his face, and coldly shouted, "Don't be delusional, it's not that easy." Now that you're hurt, answer my question obediently. ”

The zombie stood still, not answering my words, and at this moment, suddenly a cold voice said, "Little brother, you let it go、、、"

I was stunned when I heard this, this is the voice of Xuanfeng Dao Chief, after so long of fierce fighting, he has appeared.