Hong Feifan didn't expect that the black-cloaked man who was blocked by his own sword was actually a woman.

Among the many masters he has come into contact with, there are very few people who use triangular thorns, and even fewer women who use triangular thorns.

The Triangular Spike is a ruthless weapon that is not used even among the mercenaries of the Excalibur Mercenary Regiment. But now there is a woman who uses this weapon.

Hong Feifan didn't know what this woman had experienced, and he didn't want to know. He only realized that this woman must be a ruthless person.

If she doesn't die, she will die.

To deal with this kind of person who wants to die by himself, there must be no mercy.

Hong Feifan didn't think much about it, and he didn't have time to think about it, the black cloaked man with the dog-leg knife in his hand saw that his companion was killed, and he slashed at Hong Feifan with the dog-leg knife in his hand like crazy.

Hong Feifan had no intention of dodging, and swung the sword in his hand and stabbed at the person who attacked him.

The sword light flashed, and the others didn't see whether Hong Feifan made a move, but they saw the black cloaked man holding the dog-legged knife suddenly stopped, and soon, his left hand covered his neck.

Blood, pouring out of the fingers of his left hand.

He stumbled back a few steps, and suddenly, fell backwards on his back.

The two black-cloaked men who were hit by the coin were taken aback when they saw this, and their shoulders trembled involuntarily.

If a master makes a move, there is no room for hesitation.

In the moment of their astonishment, the tip of Hong Feifan's sword was less than five centimeters from the throat of the black-cloaked man holding the dagger.

The black-cloaked man with the dagger hurriedly stepped back, stabbing forward with the dagger in his hand.

His speed was not fast enough for Hong Feifan, and he used a short weapon, so he suffered even more.

The direction of Hong Feifan's sword tip suddenly changed, and it slashed diagonally to the side, and the tip of the sword slashed right hand wrist just over the man's right wrist.

With a dull cry of pain, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

At the same time, the black-cloaked man holding the Rambo knife in his hand raised the Rambo knife in his hand and stabbed it desperately towards Hong Feifan's head.

Hong Feifan Yuguang had already noticed it, and when he turned his sword to move, the sword light drew an arc at a lightning speed.

"Ah......h

The man screamed in a terrible way.

I saw that his stomach was cut by the belt sword in Hong Feifan's hand, and his intestines flowed out along with the blood, which was miserable.

After the screams, the man fell to the ground and fainted in pain.

If no one rescued him in time, he would have bled to death.

The remaining man in the black cloak, who had only injured his wrist, saw the terrible situation in front of him and grabbed the injured wrist and stepped back.

Hong Feifan carried the sword and approached the man slowly.

His eyes were cold and full of murderous intent.

The man retreated to the wall, and there was no way back. He was disheartened and realized that he was dead.

Since you want to die, you have to die a little stronger.

He ripped off the cap on his head, straightened his chest, straightened his body, and stared at Hong Feifan with his eyes.

Hong Feifan saw the other party's face clearly, and it turned out to be a European and American man.

This European and American man has a high nose and big eyes, and his eye sockets are deep, but he has long hair that covers most of the right side of his face.

The European and American man with long hair closed his eyes and waited for Hong Feifan to make a move. Although he regarded death as home, he was still very nervous in his heart, and his heart was beating rapidly.

But he waited for a while, but he didn't wait for Hong Feifan to make a move.

He felt strange and opened his eyes to see the sword in Hong Feifan's hand hanging down, staring at him gloomily.

His brow furrowed, and there was a look of confusion in his eyes.

"You really want to die?" Hong Feifan said coldly in English.

"Kill if you want, don't talk nonsense. The long-haired European and American man gritted his teeth and replied in English.

"I'm a strange person, the more people want to die, the more I don't let him die. ”

As soon as Hong Feifan's voice fell, the soft sword was swung out as fast as lightning, and the tip of the sword was like a spiritual snake sticking out its tongue, brushing across the opponent's left wrist, instantly breaking the opponent's tendons.

The European and American man with long hair didn't feel pain until Hong Feifan put away his sword.

But just as his expression was painful, and his eyes were about to stare at Hong Feifan fiercely, the soft sword in Hong Feifan's hand was swung again.

"Ah......h

A terrible scream came from the mouth of the long-haired European and American man, and then he bent his legs and knelt on the ground.

Hong Feifan's soft sword had long since been withdrawn, and the European and American man with long hair had blood flowing from his feet.

The hamstrings of both of his feet had been cut by Hong Feifan's soft sword.

His screams were loud and echoed through the room.

The place is soundproofed, and the outside is basically inaudible. This is also one of the reasons why Lu Ge asked Hong Feifan to come here, and then attacked him, and no one outside would notice any movement.

"Do you still want to die?" Hong Feifan looked at the other party with disdain and asked coldly.

The long-haired European and American man was in agony, his face distorted, and his face was as pale as a zombie's. He hung his head, but gritted his teeth and didn't respond.

"There are many ways I torture people, and this is just the simplest one. Hong Feifan continued, "If you don't want to continue to try more pain, answer me." ”

When the European and American man with long hair heard Hong Feifan say this, he raised his head to look at Hong Feifan, and his eyes showed a look of doubt.

He originally thought that he would definitely die, but he didn't expect that the other party did not kill him, but kept his life.

People have an instinct to survive, and when they find an opportunity to keep him alive, they naturally choose to live. The spirit of seeing death as if it were home just now suddenly disappeared. What's more, this kind of torture is not as painful as death.

"Tell me, who told you to kill me?" asked Hong Feifan.

Hong Feifan knew who sent them to kill him, and he asked deliberately.

"You...... Don't you know? And ask knowingly?" The European and American man with long hair had a pained expression and was weak.

He felt strange and didn't understand why Hong Feifan asked knowingly. He wasn't stupid, and of course he realized that Hong Feifan would be able to guess who was going to kill him.

"I don't know. Hong Feifan pretended to be confused and said, "But I think it's strange, it was Lu Ge who asked me to come here, but as soon as he left you, he rushed in and killed me, could it be that the person who wants to kill me is Lu Ge?

The European and American man with long hair kept his mouth shut, did not say yes, and did not say no.

"If you are silent, then you are acquiescing. Hong Feifan stared at the other party coldly and said, "So, I guessed right, the people who want to kill me are Lu Dao and Lu Ge, father and son." ”

The European and American man with long hair exhaled and said helplessly: "That's right, the person who wants you to die is Lu Dao." ”

At this time, he didn't need to worry about anything. Anyway, the other party had already guessed who had sent them. The most important thing is that he has a desire to survive, hoping to answer the other party's question, and the other party can really not kill him.

"Are you the killers that Lu Dao hired?" Hong Feifan then asked.

"It's not. The long-haired man replied.