"Cut, this is." Rogier instantly borrowed the ripple current of the dagger to observe the saber that made him almost fatally sharp, the total length of the saber was nearly 40 centimeters, unpretentious but extremely fierce. A wire as thin as silk was implicating the small hole at the end of the hilt, and this filament was connected to the cuff of the black shadow's right hand that was running swiftly in front of him.

It turned out that Chu Jie's mechanism was this flying knife, he used the power outage as a cover to escape, and if the person chasing him behind him lit the light, he would become a meat target and be killed by this strange flying knife.

Rogier gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do but follow him closely. The saber "bell, bell" rubbed against the ground twice, jumped a few sparks, and then like a poisonous snake walking on the ground, it quickly drilled back into Chu Jie's cuffs, and then "swished" at Rogil's right arm "bite".

Rogier lunged quickly, rushed to the treacherous blade with the rebound of the ground, and suddenly turned sideways one hundred and eighty degrees as swift and skillful as a leopard, and brushed with the "poisonous snake", almost rubbing against Rogil's back, and could still feel the coldness and killing intent of the knife body, and then landed on the ground like a cat to accumulate strength, after the "poisonous snake" attack, there will be a flaw in the recovery, he jumped up at the right time, stepped on the winding "snake head" with his right foot, and the dagger with electric ripples in his hand pressed the side on the filament, and then, A golden electric current rushed straight to the back of Chu Jie, who was running, and the ripples of the dancing electric current shone in a straight line on the ground and directly rushed into his right arm.

Chu Jie first felt that the saber was recovering slowly, and then a pull pulled his right hand, and then there was an extreme pain, and the numb feeling extended along the right hand to the whole body, as if there was a huge energy tearing the capillaries of the whole body, he immediately made a decision, and after a second of stagnation, he abandoned all the remaining silk threads, and continued to run, scanning his back with his afterglow from time to time, although he was still in pain, he felt more energetic, and his mind was unprecedentedly clear, and his brain quickly thought about a way to get out.

"Hmph." Rogier snorted coldly and looked at the gradually hazy figure, (What a chariot guard, I want to see what the vulture without claws is capable of.) Rogier continued to chase the vague figure at high speed, listening to the sound of his shoes and the ground.

Suddenly, Chu Jie's footsteps turned to the right and rushed into the alley on the right, followed by Rogier, but when he reached the corner, he suddenly stopped, because Chu Jie's footsteps were gone, (there are two possibilities, one is that he is hiding behind the wall and preparing to attack, and the other is that he takes off his shoes and runs.) It can't be the second. Rogier leaned against the wall, put the dagger across his chest, extinguished the current ripples of the blade and slowly approached the corner, in an instant, Chu Jie's legs were slightly bent, and his legs jumped out in shock, holding a wooden coat fork in his hand, the tip of the fork was a rusty iron mouth, and the blunt rusty U-shaped iron mouth stabbed Rogier's throat with the sound of the wind, and Rogier had already taken precautions, "dang" dagger and U-shaped clothes fork fiercely pressed together, with a few rusty ashes fell, between the lightning and flint, Chu Jie shook his hands and legs and walked steadily, and reflexively hooked and picked.

Rogier only felt his arm sink violently, and he took a deep breath as quickly as possible, jumped back with his left foot, and waved his dagger like a storm to resist the fierce U-shaped coat fork, an inch long and an inch strong, a point stronger is more cheap, and the advantage of distance. Chu Jie is a camp step by step, mainly with stabs, supplemented by hook picking, each move is a strong impact, Rogier's resistance is gradually difficult, in a downward trend, Chu Jie suddenly made a strange move, I saw him put his clothes fork on the ground, like a pole vault, with the help of the pole shaft, he lifted his feet and punched Rogier's chest with a heavy horizontal kick, Rogier couldn't parry for a while, and was kicked in the chest, as if a thousand pounds of boulder hammered, bowed in the air, at this time the U-shaped fork tip was reflected from his pupils, getting bigger and bigger (no!) Rogier tried his best to control the balance dagger of the letter's body to run the current ripple again, (bet!) Rogier threw out the dagger with electricity attached to it at Chu Jie, and his momentum was so fast! If Chu Jie does not change his move to resist this blow, then in the end it will be the same fate, he bet right, Chu Jie was about to stab the last blow, realized the obvious sense of crisis, and jumped down and squatted to avoid the spinning light cluster after receiving the move.

Rogier rolled nearly six times and hit the concrete wall before stopping, lying on his side on the ground, panting for breath.

"But so! Hahahaha! Chu Jie danced a few spears (forks) on the spot as if he was singing Peking Opera, with his right hand on his back and his left palm raised above his head against the sky, he really looked like a martial artist.

"Cut." Rogier, who fell to the ground, cut coldly, and with a sneer appearing on his lips, at this time, the Tai Chi knife handle dagger inserted on the wall behind Chu Jie rolled into a thin light and rushed into the sky, before Chu Jie could react, a crescent-shaped air blade flashed above his head and cut off a few strands of his slightly gray hair, and then cut a ten-centimeter white mark on the ground.

"Why do you still bring a helper~Labor and management despise you~" Chu Jie threw off his clothes and forks and touched his embarrassed hair. With a surprised expression, he looked at the big hotel not far away.

On the top floor of the Grand Hotel, a slim little girl stood in a pink dress fluttering in the wind, wearing long blue goggles around her eyes, her left and right hands crossed over her chest, and a transparent air blade was gathering at her forearm, which seemed to be shaking in the water, and was sharpening her mustache to be ready at all times.