In the contest between life and death, sometimes it is not kung fu that is compared, but calmness and patience.

God seemed to deliberately create an opportunity for the assassins, and at this most tense moment, there was no sunshine, on the contrary, after a thunderbolt flashed in the sky, the whole world suddenly darkened, and the rain fell even more violently.

It was at this time that a blurred figure jumped up from the water not far away, his movements were extremely fast, his hands were clasped together, and the knife and man were all soared into the air, and with the swirling force of the bounce, they rushed towards Chen Ling like an impact drill mouth.

It's a quick knife, and I thought it was far away at first, but I got close to it with a brush.

What a domineering knife, the knife does not come, the knife qi comes first!

It's such a terrifying knife, because it came from Chen Ling's heart.

The moment finally came, and Chen Ling had only two choices, either to kill the other party or to die himself.

The ants were still stealing, Chen Ling had no reason to choose the latter, and he had no reason to hide, because it was Murong Yan'er standing behind.

So he stood there straight, like a wooden man, motionless and waiting for the knife to strike.

This last assassin saw that Chen Ling did not dodge or dodge, his heart was ecstatic, he had seen a lot of people who stole life, but very few people looked for death, since you are bent on death, then I will fulfill you!

The bayonet, with the momentum of thunder, stabbed Chen Ling's heart without leaving any room, but when his knife was only about ten centimeters away from the opponent's body, an unexpected scene happened to him.

A hand was born, and the target actually held his own blade with one hand of flesh and blood, firm, dead, tight knife, the soul of the assassin.

Just like some stinky fart kings think, the head can be broken, the hair must not be messed up, the blood can be shed, the leather shoes cannot be rubbed with oil, and the knife must not be left from the hand, unless it is death.

But when this assassin realized that if he didn't let go, he would die, but it was too late to let go, and Chen Ling and Ben hadn't even given him a chance to regret it, and they had already seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and slammed a punch into him.

With this punch, Chen Ling used up all the internal qi of his body, and the mountain cracked stone did not dare to speak lightly, but it was not a problem to break the tendons and bones casually.

"Boom!" A very deep and muffled voice sounded, and Chen Ling's fist like a hammer hit the opponent's chest heavily, which was a strong chest.

But don't say it's just flesh and blood, even if you are Iron Man wearing armor, you can't withstand Chen Ling's full blow, the sound of broken ribs came from his fist, the sound of breaking was clear and crisp, his physique was good, his nutrition was very good, there should be no lack of calcium, zinc and iron!

However, no matter how strong his physique was, how could he resist Chen Ling's fatal punch?

After the assassin's body was hit, the whole person flew upside down, but the speed was no longer like a kite with a broken string, but like an out-of-control plane.

Another assassin dressed in a cool costume was about to launch another assault when he suddenly saw his companion flying backwards like a fallen leaf, and his expression was so shocked that he couldn't care about the sneak attack anymore, so he hurriedly caught up with his companion and tried to take his companion next, but how did he know how powerful the enemy's punch was!

The fist is exhausted, the fist is still there, the momentum is exhausted, the killing intent is still there, and the coherence of his companion being thrown out is beyond his imagination, so when he put his hands around his companion, he himself was thrown to the ground uncontrollably.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Chen Ling, and it is an opportunity that cannot be missed, and it will never come again, Chen Ling roared angrily and pounced on him like an angry tiger.

When this coolly dressed assassin rolled up from the ground, Chen Ling's iron fist of killing gods and killing ghosts had already arrived in front of him, and he reacted very quickly and subconsciously turned around to escape by escaping the method, but when his figure was about to disappear but had not completely disappeared, he had already received a hard blow on the shoulder!

"Ah" A miserable scream disappeared into the air after only half of the sound, the figure of this assassin was gone, although Chen Ling's punch was not strong, but it was enough for him to feel better, the shoulder blade had to be broken if it was not taken off, and it was impossible for that hand to hold the knife for the rest of his life.

The rain is endless, like a lover's heartbreak and lingering tears, brushing the ground, making people feel sad at first, but after a long time, it can't help but make people upset.

There was a pool of blood in the place where the assassin had disappeared, which should have been spit out when he was hit, and it should not be difficult to catch up if he chased after him in the direction and smell of the blood.

However, Chen Ling didn't chase after him, but not because he felt that he was poor and couldn't chase, but because he was afraid that he would fall for other people's talk of turning the tiger away from the mountain, and besides, there shouldn't be too much that these outlaw assassins could tell him, besides, isn't there still one lying on the ground?

Chen Ling hurriedly stepped forward and found that the assassin who was punched by him was actually very alive, but he was so angry that he obviously wouldn't live long, so he didn't bother to bother to go to the acupuncture points to protect his blood, but grabbed his shirt and asked, "Tell me, who sent you to kill me!"

In most cases, people are dying and their words are good, but there are also some who do not repent until death, like the one in front of them, glaring at Chen Ling with angry eyes, and spit out a large string of bird words when he opened his mouth, and then put his legs on his feet and closed his eyes, which is a fart.

"What did he say?" Chen Ling turned around and asked Murong Yan'er behind him.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's a good word!" Murong Yan'er said nonsense.

Chen Ling sighed and was about to stand up, but his brows couldn't help frowning, because this matter didn't seem to be over yet.

Danger, once again, appeared in his sharp intuition.

Just now he was wondering if the assassin's escape was trying to divert the tiger from the mountain, but it turned out to be true, and the chaotic and light footsteps in the rain came from afar in the rain.

The hazy rain was filled with rising water vapor, and the field of vision was not wide, making it impossible to see the scene thirty meters away, but Chen Ling had already distinguished that there were at least ten people with his keen hearing, and all of them were masters.

Looking down at the bleeding wound on his hand that was cut by a bayonet, Chen Ling's brows couldn't help frowning, and he looked left and right and was trying to find something to stop the bleeding, Murong Yan'er, who was standing beside him, immediately opened the bag when he saw this, tossed around, and finally found something and handed it to Chen Ling, but his face was even redder.

Chen Ling raised his eyes and looked at it, his brows furrowed again, tighter.

What Murong Yan'er handed over turned out to be an unopened sanitary pad.