Thundered!

There was a thunder snake dancing in the black clouds, and the wind and rain were fierce, and in the blink of an eye, the sound of rain was already connected.

The falling raindrops caused pedestrians to flee in all directions, and the bustle of the recent bustle was gone, leaving only the red and blue lights on the signboard flickering alternately.

The cold wind that pierced through the hall blew a ghost-like sound in the silent streets, and a piercing cold spread wantonly.

The rainstorm came unexpectedly, like a sudden killing machine.

Da.

A pair of leather soap boots stepped into the sewage, splashing a large murky splash.

The sleepy scavenger curled up under the eaves seemed to notice something strange on the street, and quietly opened a red prosthetic eye to peek at it.

Just one glance, and his whole body trembled.

At both ends of the obviously empty street, two men with knives and no umbrellas appeared on a rainy night, standing face to face.

The beggar caught in the middle didn't have time to curse any catastrophe, so he suddenly lowered his head, and at the same time raised his hand to his forehead, and the prosthetic eye in his eye socket fell down with a click, and his hands and feet quickly hid it close to his body.

Although judging by the way they dressed, it was unlikely that these two men would rob a beggar on a rainy night, after all, it was the most valuable thing in his body, and there was absolutely no room for error.

After doing this skillful action, the beggar stared at the empty eye sockets, and deliberately raised his face to show a stupid smile at the two.

"Off the knife?"

Li Jun squinted his eyes and stared at the other party's long-handled broadsword across his neck, "We have a grudge?" ”

The man holding the knife was not tall, wearing a shoulder-length armor, and the muscles on his exposed arms were distinct.

On the right arm, there is a statue of Guan Gong standing with a pestle and a knife, brushing his hair and opening his eyes.

That Guan Gong's face was like vermilion paint, and his phoenix eyes were as narrow as a knife, and he was illuminated by the street lamp next to him, as if there was a cold light circulating, like a living thing, and he was murderous.

The man also glanced at the ink knife behind Li Jun's waist, shook his head and said, "There is no hatred." ”

Li Jun nodded, "That's being instructed by someone?" ”

The man smiled faintly, "Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others." ”

"Aren't you afraid that you won't get paid for working for others?"

"No one dares to rely on the money of the Sichuan-Chongqing gambling club."

Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club

Li Jun wrote down this term and snorted, "Then I'm afraid you don't know Wu Gong very well." ”

"Third-class gate valve"

The man snorted disdainfully, and looked at Li Jun with a little interest in his eyes, "But it's rare that you can mix up with a martial artist to make the Confucian sect valve treat you as a thorn in the flesh." ”

"Do you throw a knife and follow me, or do I cut off your limbs and tie you up?"

Li Jun rubbed the handle of the knife with his right hand, his palm was burning, and he smiled indifferently, "People are quite domineering, but I don't know if your knife is also so domineering?" ”

"You'll find out if you try it."

The man took off the knife at the back of his neck and grabbed it in his hand with one arm.

"All these years, Lao Tzu has been trying to find a martial artist to kill, but unfortunately it is really difficult to find someone in your sequence to hide his head and tail. I bumped into it this time, just to see if the rumor that Bingdao was a vassal of the martial arts back then was true or false!"

"No need to try," Li Jun grinned, "I'm not interested in taking a slave." ”

The man's face suddenly became gloomy, and he paused word by word, "Remember, the person who killed you will have three gambling rules!" ”

The words fall out of the knife, and the people go with the knife.

A Guan knife broke through the rain curtain, like a thunderbolt shot down from the clouds, and hit the top of Li Jun's head!

"Let's tell you the ancestors of this sequence, now Bingdao is the boss!"

Clang!

The ink blade is like a dragon, rising from behind its waist, and its scales and claws are flying, clasping the edge of the sword.

Li Jun stared at those fiery eyes, and sneered: "Why don't you help me talk and tell them that the little brother is still the little brother?" ”

The heavy brows of the 'Sanjo' suddenly raised, and there was a buzz in the chest, and a huge force of the river rushed along the bones of the machine, and it was poured into the Guan Dao in an instant.

The tide of power is about to rise, and Li Jun's feet are already moving.

I saw him dodge sideways, and the ink knife rubbed against the blade of the knife to create a dazzling fire point, slashing the opponent's head.

'Sanjo' was short and avoided the strong wind. At the same time, the knife in his hand slammed to the ground, splitting a narrow gap in the hard street.

It stands to reason that this knife splits the air, and the man has lost his balance, and the middle door is wide open.

But there was not the slightest palpitation on his face, and he grabbed the sword soldier with both hands and took advantage of the situation, and raised his legs and pumped towards Li Jun's door.

This foot is powerful and heavy, and the angle of the leg is extremely strange, like a scorpion flicking its tail, completely unshackled by the human joints.

Bang!

Li Jun blocked the opponent's kick with a horizontal knife in his chest, and was about to leap backwards to unload his strength, when suddenly there was an almost piercing buzz in his ears, but a cold light had already burst out from the ground!

The 'three' stepped to draw the knife, and the knife was fiercely pulled out from the bottom up, the knife was simple and rough, but it revealed a terrifying domineering.

If this knife is chopped, even if it is a black car, I am afraid it will be cut through it.

Thousands of troops are easy!

The rain that was stirred up by the sword light hit Li Jun's face first, but it couldn't shake the ferocity in his eyes at all.

I saw that his left foot suddenly pulled back half a step, his body was as heavy as a tiger leaning over, and his two arms were full of muscles and muscles under the impact of internal force, and the roots were distinct, like steel wire entanglement.

Step forward with your right foot, hold the knife in both hands, reach the center of your eyebrows, and slash down.

Battle array knife technique, breaking the sword, advancing momentum!

The two knives slammed into each other, as if there was a thunderous explosion.

"It's good to come!"

The 'Three Articles' eyes widened angrily, and the 'Martial Saint-Battle of Changsha' weapon heart in his chest was the most suitable for frontal fighting, and its characteristic was that it was fierce and fierce.

The continuous improvement of the fit made the 'three strips' excited, and he was about to continue to urge the machine to exert his strength, but he was suddenly surprised that the strength of the knife suddenly became heavy!

The foot soldier is aggressive, not burying his head in the brute!

Li Jun, who had spare strength in the knife momentum, suddenly exerted his strength at this moment, and his arms sank to press down the knife, and his left foot, which was half a step back, was like a battering ram, directly hitting the man's heart.

'Sanjo' frowned, gritted his teeth in a hurry, dragged out the blade from under the clamp of the ink knife, and used the blade of the knife as a shield to carry Li Jun's kick.

Bang!

The swordsman of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club dragged Guan Dao backwards sharply, trying to pull away and regain his strength.

It's a pity that Li Jun's figure has already rushed out, and the leaping abyss, which already has a bit of magic meaning, made his physical speed go further, and in the blink of an eye, he was forced in front of the swordsman.

At this distance, the advantage of closing the knife and hitting long and far is gone.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Jin Ge bumped, his voice dense and crisp, and the sword light that lifted off drowned the figures of the two of them.

The beggar huddled under the eaves clutched the biological prosthetic eye, leaning against the street shop, moving slowly and cautiously.

Suddenly, ecstasy appeared on the beggar's face.

His fingertips finally couldn't touch the rough wall, which meant that there was a corner in front of him.

Just as he was about to run away from the two killing gods, a burst of shouts suddenly hit his ears, and the beggar's heartbeat skipped a beat.

"Mechanical Heart, Overclocking!!"

(End of chapter)