"Kill him!" The corners of Xie Nanyan's eyes twitched, he couldn't see through the strength of the black-robed man in front of him at all, especially his piercing eyes always gave people a feeling of suffocation

At this time, Ji Lianhai also felt that Mo Forget was a master who couldn't see the depth, he put away his usual arrogance and slowly walked towards Mo Forget. His sleeves silently slid down two thin, sharp blades, tucked between his fingers like the fangs of a viper.

"No matter who you are, in front of me, you will only turn into a dead corpse!" Ji Lianhai hooked a sneer at the corner of his lips, because his unforgotten footsteps were stepping on a screw, and under the full concentration of his own movement, the other party was bound to lose his balance, and his body shook. In a master duel, as long as the slightest flaw is revealed, this is enough.

"Smash the sickle!" Ji Lianhai instantly became full of confidence, and he seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rush towards Mo Wang.

Hands, waving in the short space between the two.

The silver light is like practice, waving through the strong wind, and even the space is divided......

Ji Lianhai stood behind Mo Forget. There was a smug smile on the corners of his lips. He felt like his sneak attack had been a complete success. The enemy's body is shaking. He cut off his right hand with a knife from himself. Another knife severed the neck artery.

He habitually stretched out his hand. I touched my oily shiny hair. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say his favorite victory declaration: You're still far away

Suddenly. He found himself dropping his right hand. Only a bare wrist remained.

At the moment when blood gushed out from his wrist. Ji Lianhai clearly felt an indescribable pain in his neck. Suddenly. A shadow of death came over me: what was going on? The person whose throat was cut turned out to be himself? How is this possible?

"Ding Ding ......" Don't forget to put aside the thin blade that was stolen from Ji Lianhai's hands. In front of Xie Nanyan, who was shocked with a shocked face. snorted contemptuously: "Brainless dog!"

"Smack!" behind him, Ji Lianhai. I heard the sound of my weapon falling to the ground. I can't help but feel weak on my knees. Get on your knees.

His eyes were full of fear, and his left hand was desperately trying to cover the bloody mouth on his neck.

But the blood turned into a waterfall of blood, splashing between his fingers and flying several meters away.

Don't forget to walk towards the pale-faced Xie Nanyan, and said coldly: "Next, it's your turn......"

Xie Nanyan knew his strength, and even Ji Lianhai, who cultivated much higher than himself, was killed by one of his moves, not to mention that if he responded to the battle, he believed that he would immediately follow in the footsteps of Ji Lianhai.

He didn't wait to break the glass, his body rushed hard, and he flew out with thousands of pieces of broken glass.

window, there is a cyan string.

Usually, this lifeline is always hidden behind the curtain, which is unknown, which is Xie Nanyan's last retreat. Xie Nanyan stretched out his hand, grabbed the long green rope, turned in the air, kicked on the wall, jumped up, pulled the rope with one hand, and slid down extremely downward, as fast as lightning. He continued to bounce off the walls of the ninth floor. There were still two floors to go, and he had let go of the rope, turned around, landed steadily on the ground, and then ran away to the side of the wall, not daring to stop for a second.

In a hurry, Xie Nanyan looked back and saw that the man in the black robe was still standing in front of the broken window, his eyes were like magic eyes, flickering.

"Even if you are three-headed and six-armed, you don't want to take my life, do you think I will still embark on the road of death like Ji Lianhai?" Xie Nanyan sneered in his heart, the lesson of Ji Lianhai's death had already made him vigilant enough.

Yourself, you will never do that kind of stupid thing!

As long as he can escape, he can go home and send thousands of killers to let them come to the cold city to hunt down and kill the black-robed people to avenge the shame of today, and he doesn't have to face the battle himself...... Xie Nanyan saw that Mo Forget didn't chase down, his heart was even happier, his body jumped high, stretched out his hands, pressed against the wall, and prepared to take off and leap over.

But there was an inexplicable pain in his chest, his strength was quickly dissipated, and his hands pressed against the wall were weak, and in the end, the whole person fell down the wall

Xie Nanyan felt a heat in his throat, and he couldn't help but spurt a large amount of blood from his mouth.

It was only at this time that Xie Nanyan discovered that at some point, a red wine glass was pierced in his chest, from back to front, through his chest. And this cup is the one he just used to drink! The aroma of the wine in the cup is still surrounding his nose, when did it pierce his body? Xie Nanyan couldn't figure it out, he suddenly remembered that he saw the black-robed man's eyes flickering from the window just now, it turned out that he was not angry or regretful at that time, but was mocking his futile escape...... In the distance, a shadow slid down the ninth floor without a sound.

A pair of black boots walked lightly, strolling leisurely, and walked this way.

His eyes were full of merciless ridicule, Xie Nanyan saw it, his soul trembled, it turned out that he had always been like a clown, being played with by him!

"I, my Xie family, will not let you go," Xie Nanyan, who was dying, said hoarsely as he tried his last strength.

"I've heard of the Xie family, I thought it was so-so before, but now it seems that this is simply the scum of the scum!" Don't forget to walk behind the dying Xie Nanyan and said coldly.

"Poof......" Xie Nanyan listened, his heart hurt even more, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Don't forget to climb over the wall, the police cars in the distance are speeding wildly, and in the convoy, there are not only bulletproof vehicles of the armed police and special police, but also off-road armed military vehicles. Long before Mo Forget came, he had already used the public phone to call the police, and now the time is just right.

There weren't any sirens, and the car was coming.

The car had not completely stopped, and in the middle of the military vehicle, a middle-aged man with several hideous scars on his face jumped down, murderous. On the left side of it, there is a Chinese face, a polite young man, and a pair of gold-rimmed eyes add a lot of elegance to it. On the right, there is a cold beauty, about 189 years old, with deep eyebrows, a pair of eyes like a cold night emitting a little cold light, a face as white as snow without a trace of smile, the whole face looks like a cold winter. The combination of a black military uniform makes it like a fairy in the nine heavens, and it is like the impermanence of the hooked soul. Cold, cold without a trace of mundane vulgarity, ice, ice so glamorous.

Behind her, there were several men with dagger eyes. On the arms of these men, there are unique patterns of 'five elements', which are completely different from ordinary police officers. When they saw the expressions of ordinary policemen who were like facing a great enemy and the clumsy action of climbing over the wall, their eyes showed mockery. There was a man with an unusually rough appearance, and he was even more uncomfortable with his laughter, but because he had to keep his actions quiet to prevent alarming the enemy, he was so suffocated that his face was distorted.

The police cautiously searched for the arrest, but it went unusually well.

Because. The few small buildings in the interior of the wall did not have any enemy resistance.

Five minutes passed. The police were amazed. There was not a single sober enemy in the building. Corpses are everywhere. The scene was terrible

The middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face leisurely took out a cigarette. On the side, someone had already brought him a portable small stool. He sat with a sword on his face. Wait for someone else to report back.

"Report Team Leader. A man with a 'Five Elements' pattern on his arm rushed out inside, and gave a military salute to the middle-aged man with a hideous scarred face, and reported loudly: "After the first search, the enemy has a total of 115 people, of which 115 people died, and none of them survived, and the scene has been cleared and controlled" When the man walked in, he realized for the first time that he was a "Five Elements" The team members, who have seen all kinds of murder scenes, can't help but feel hell on earth, the wide corridors are full of broken arms and short legs, corpses are all over the field, and even some of their bodies have been twisted and broken, and the snow-white walls have been stained red with blood at this time. Even those who are alive close their eyes and die after a muttering or two

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