A beam of sword shadows, dancing closely with the black clothes.

It's like a flying flower in the sky, tightly surrounding the key points of the body in the cold winter.

Those cold eyes were unintentionally like ice, like a ghost fire from hell, ruthless and without sorrow. There was no trace of warmth in those eyes, but a phantom of a mountain of swords and blood.

The night was still cold, and the ruthless sword was added.

Death and dawn come together, in the light of the flying sword. Dong Han looked at the swordsman in front of him, and a trace of disgust arose from his heart.

Looking at this sharp swordsmanship, I don't know how many people in the past hated this two-foot soft sword. Regardless of whether those people are right or wrong, consider the many who fell because of this arrow. Donghan no longer wants to endure it.

The sound of a 'bell, bell' counterattack began. This profession is hateful at times. His goal is not to ask for good or bad, just to simply silver money and finish things out.

When dawn came, the winter cold began to prepare to end this uncomfortable event.

"If that's what you're like, that's not enough! 〞

The 'hum' scimitar turned into a shadow like a cold wind blowing snow, and after the 'poof' knife light, there was a rapid thunderclap in the air.

The scimitar is like a hook, hooking a chain, and the situation is reversed in an instant. At this moment, she won't have another chance to do what she hasn't done yet.

The attack of the winter cold was like a torrential rain in one go, since there is no way to talk about it and no solution. Then there is only extermination.

Of course, this is a decision when Donghan can do it, if the situation is the opposite, then it will use one word to solve the current matter, run.

Dong Han saw another hint of surprise in her eyes, but at this time, she was left to think about it.

'Kill'. At this moment, she is no longer just a woman, but an enemy to kill.

The sparks are dotted, and there is a gap in the soft sword that is chopped by the winter cold. And with the counterattack of Donghan, her defense also began to struggle, and she kept retreating.

At this time, she realized that it was not Donghan's inability to fight back. It's just that I've been honing some skills, and a lot of it is playing tricks on her.

Looking at the path of this scimitar, she was a little caught off guard. At the same time as retreating, the soft sword is also impermeable to defend, but the soft sword is not suitable for defense.

Dong Han's attack has its own strength in it, and in terms of the color of the scimitar, it is also stronger than her soft sword. The soft sword had a gap after a few collisions.

A cloud of white smoke was thrown out of her palm. Dong Han didn't have time to think about it, and soon a dodge gave way to his eyes.

After the white smoke, she retreated a foot away in her consciousness, and as soon as her left hand flipped over, a wisp of strong wind shot out of Donghan's heart, and her hand was still flipping.

The night dart followed the wind, one, two, and a third whistling, and the throat and the heart and mouth. It was approaching almost at the same time.

is worthy of being a master, and the shot is different. But if you want to talk about darts, that's the strength of Winter Cold. The heart said that I was useless, but you came first.

On the basis of the "Three-Character Mantra" and the Divine Consciousness plus the "Divine Light Technique", even if the incomparably fast is already here, it is still a lot slower in Donghan's eyes.

And it's been on guard! From the time she stepped back, this series of routines was already in the winter cold.

A good killer who wants to shoot alone without many means is not the same as committing suicide? There is also a master who can act alone, even if she is retreating, in her eyes she is still attacking, but she is attacking in another way.

Dong Han naturally knows this, and that is just to pave the way for this moment's dart.

Left spinning, narrowly avoiding three darts, and returning to her with two. She was rushing forward with three darts, but she didn't want to go back with two darts because she didn't want to be cold.

In her hurry, with a 'snort', she dodged one, while the other flashed with the body of the dart, and a masked cloth towel fluttered down.

A somewhat peculiar face was revealed in the night near dawn, not beautiful but with endless coldness, and a lot of misery was revealed on this face.

It seems that thousands of past events are hidden on this somewhat ordinary face. If you look closely, your cheeks are a little deflated inward, and you feel as if something is missing.

Her face turned red, as if she had never seen a light before and a stranger.

Dong Han originally had three darts in hand, and he dared to guarantee without hesitation that as long as the darts were out, she would definitely not be able to dodge. It's just that for some reason I didn't make a move.

The smoke cleared, and she didn't rush again. Just looking at the black cloth on one side and a little bit of blood dripping down her ears, it was just a blink of an eye that she regained her coldness.

The soft sword 'aggressive' sounded, and rushed over again. In fact, she also saw the dart in Dong Han's hand, but she didn't know what she thought of at this moment, so she still rushed over resolutely.

Dong Han knows that some organizations are not allowed to fail, their rule is life or death, there is no other choice. But Donghan looked at this face, and for some reason he didn't kill him immediately.

I don't even know why!

The vigorous Qingying flashed in front of her eyes, but this time her move was a desperate move, and the winter cold was a little uncomfortable for a while.

It seems that she won't take the initiative to stop if she is not injured, there is no way, "Divine Light Technique" flashed, a blue light flashed in Dong Han's eyes, and she was stunned for a moment, Dong Han knocked her unconscious with a scimitar.

Pick up her cloth cloth and tie both hands tightly. Began to watch quietly as she woke up.

The night slowly receded, the stars in the distant sky gradually faded, and there was a glimmer of light in the sky.

The cold wind hit, and it was rare to see the exhaled white air. It can be seen that the weather has really reached the coldest season.

'Woo, woo' was like a bitter cry, her body trembled, and her eyes slowly opened.

"Now you can talk about it, you have failed, that is, you are dead, you have become my captive, answer my questions, maybe you can buy your life back. 〞

She sat up stiffly, probably because of the headache. He stood up twice without standing up, and then looked at Dong Han with those cold eyes.

"I know you're not the main thing, and even if I kill you, there will be more people like you, but I don't know who could make a killer like you appear?"

To say that the second son is no longer necessary to do these things, and on the surface, it is completely unnecessary.

As long as the winter cold is in the sea area, there will naturally be countless people who come to find the winter cold. So, who has so much power?

"If I don't fall tonight, you should, you can't show your face, right? That is, if I don't kill you, you won't survive. I just want to know who's behind it, that's the question. You're good to go. What's going on?"

Seeing that Dong Han kept chattering, she suddenly opened her mouth. Dong Han's face darkened suddenly, not for anything else, just because she didn't have a tongue in her mouth, and the obvious break was because Dong Han saw the man-made knife wound and neatly cut off the tongue.

"Bastard, what kind of person is so cruel and bloody, making a good girl a tool for killing?

Dong Han's eyes were a little blood-red, and he looked at her and said, "Tell me your name, and the location of the headquarters? 〞

They are just tools, and even if they are killed, they will have no effect. It's just that this practice makes the winter cold a little angry.

"If you don't speak, you write it, right? I let you go, and I told you clearly that you can't move me. And even if you don't tell me, I can find out what I want to know... 〞

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