"Yes, yes."

There was a burst of words in the dark alley.

Zhao Qian waved the sword in his hand silently, he was actually not in a good situation. The one on his body that had just been changed now has a few more neat openings.

Blood, flowing from the wound inside. Dye his clothes red.

Feng Lao Xia's knife was very fast, at least Zhao Qian couldn't keep up.

Seeing that his wrist was slightly raised, his pupils shrank, and the knife slashed at the subconscious horizontal front sword.

Too reluctantly.

Every wound on the body is neither deep nor shallow, and it is extremely painful.

For a good knife maker, this behavior of Xia Maniac is more like deliberate. He was avenging his loss of a son.

"Hmph."

Muffled.

One more wound.

Another cold light flashed, and the young man holding the sword looked at the vicissitudes of life in front of him. A faint light shone on the man's face, and his eyes flashed with cruelty.

"You're the one who hurt my son."

This swordsman was talking, and it was more of a divine chatter that Zhao Qian couldn't hear clearly.

Sword movement.

There was a crackling sound on his right hand, especially loud in the quiet alley.

Special Skill Lv4.

"Jin?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed across the swordsman's face, and the knife swung up after a bone explosion, and he watched the long sword on the opposite side stab straight at him.

"Buzz!"

The knife sounded.

There is offense and no defense.

The sword is fast, but the knife is faster.

Attack each other.

At this moment, both of them seemed to have given up the defense in the instinctive sense of the warrior. They are betting on who will defend first, and the bet will be on the lives of the two of them.

Zhao Qian's temples were jumping, and in his eyes, the snowy knife was getting brighter and brighter, and the light in the entire dark alley seemed to be here. The tip of the knife grew larger and larger, and finally, it was close to the eyes.

will die.

This was an idea that popped out of the minds of both people, but the first knife in the mountain city on the opposite side laughed, and he seemed to be very satisfied with the situation in front of him. Or rather, he never wanted to survive in the first place.

For this traditional-minded widower in the mountain city, his son is his only continuation. That's why he can survive when he enters the station after his wife's death, so he will take every list with a clear conscience that may leave connections to future generations after his death.

He is preparing for his son's future in every bit he can, money and future.

And he also knew very well that his visit to the border city to find someone with great fanfare this time was more like someone's calculation.

But what was inside made him have to do it, just like the ancients who drank a donkey to quench their thirst, either died of thirst or died of poison.

The knife moved forward, but soon stopped.

Khan fell from the swordsman's forehead. The right hand holding the sword was torn off by himself.

There is always something to be paid for turning in mid-air with the force you use.

Ruthless.

"Peng!"

There was a soft sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The heavy smell of blood quickly filled the entire alley.

"Huh."

Zhao Qian grinned and looked at the swordsman in front of him, who was no longer able to hold the right hand of the knife, and laughed miserably. Now it seems that it was he who won, and he won miserably.

Even if the broken right arm was severed, it still held the sharp knife steadily, but what was the use.

Blood flowed out of Feng Lao Xia's broken right arm. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

No warrior would ever do such a thing, even knowing that there was a station that could completely repair his injuries. This is something that no martial arts can teach, except for one's instinct.

"You ......"

Brandish.

There was only one sword in response, a long sword that was held tightly by the young man's left hand. This sword couldn't react.

"You want to kill me."

The cold blade slashed across the swordsman's throat, and he could no longer make a sound.

He died, the knife on the top of Yamashiro's head.

He looked at his right wrist, which was completely unconscious and slowly becoming red and swollen.

Stepping over the corpse on the ground that had not yet become cold, Zhao Qian glanced somewhere. Pick up the notched metal scabbard at the mouth of the alley and plug it in. casually walked downstairs to the house he bought.

There is no intention of disposing of corpses at all.

Going upstairs, there was silence.

The night is deeper.

After another ten minutes, a man in a large trench coat walked in from the other end of the alley.

He was followed by several silent men in suits.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Stopped, stood in front of a pool of blood.

Glancing with interest at the relatively intact corpse on the ground, the man had his hands in his coat pockets, but he didn't care that the cigarette ash from his mouth fell on the corpse that was not moving.

"It's miserable."

He crouched down and watched, babbling strange things that no one could understand.

"Master?"

On the side, among the men in suits who had been standing for a few more minutes, a young man said cautiously in an inquiring tone, as if he was afraid that the man squatting on the ground would get angry.

"What?"

"My second brother, is he really that strong?"

The camera zoomed in, but only to find that the man in a black suit had a nine-point resemblance to Wang Ming. The rest of the point is just a matter of changing the hairstyle. Bareheaded.

Didn't answer him.

The man squatted for a while while with the camel in his mouth.

After a long time, he got up and spoke, but it was more like talking to himself.

"He's not a martial artist at all, he's just a madman who survived."

There was silence in the alley again, and only the sound of smoking could be heard.

But no one dared to break such an atmosphere, because this man in a trench coat with curly hair was none other than the current head of security in Border City.

No. 45 on the red list, crow, Zhang Hao.