He Jiefeng's "eight-character furious slash" finally shot.

This move is "crazy" at the speed of lightning, and "angry" is like thunder, He Jiefeng is holding two ten-work chopping blades, and the catharsis is also like swinging away with extreme speed and strength, once it is entangled, it will not die.

There are three ways to die.

1. You can't bear the endless wrestling of two powerful knives, exhausted, and hacked to death by the knife.

Second, you have left a flaw and have been torn apart by a mad knife.

Third, you glimpsed the gap, and nailed He Jiefeng to death with one blow.

The first two ways of dying are frequent, and the last one has never happened.

It is no wonder that people in the rivers and lakes say that it is difficult to solve the wind, and no one will be willing to endure such a life-to-death strangulation.

The fast knife was breaking through the air, but the middle-aged man's expression did not change at all.

In such a brutal fight, middle-aged people are simply used to it.

With young people, sitting by the river, tall buildings.

This is almost no longer wrong, every riverside, there is a riverside tower.

Tonight, the night was quiet, and the middle-aged and young people drank in the building.

Middle-aged people drink heavy wine, and only those wines that have been buried in the soil for decades can have a lingering fragrance after the wine seal is just dropped. Young people drink strong liquor, which is often a little shoddy and a little choking, but it can heat up the body in an instant.

Now, the young man's face was a little red, and his eyes were even more vivid, and he blinked from time to time, and beat violently with He Jiefeng's knife.

The young man couldn't help but ask.

"Lin Fan is talking about him?"

The middle-aged man just poured wine into a delicate wine glass.

"Take a look. ”

Then the middle-aged man gently put the wine glass to his lips and let the wine slide down his throat.

A quiet man like a middle-aged man, a pair of turquoise eyes immersed in the closed slits of the eyes at any time, only occasionally tilted his head and glanced at his hand.

In fact, through the tall building, he may not be able to see his hand clearly, but the middle-aged man can see it clearly, every joint on his body is undoubtedly moving, but it is his hand that is motionless, and his hand is only pressed on the wooden box, as if he can find a fatal murderer from it at any time.

In an instant, He Jiefeng's quick knife shattered the clothes on both sides of him, and there was immediately thick red blood in the air.

The young man couldn't help but exclaim.

"Worse. ”

"If Lao He's pace is a little faster, if Lao He doesn't have negative water ......"

The middle-aged man is calm and authentic.

"But Xiao He is lost, so Xiao He is slow. ”

Now, he has all the proportions of Ah Feng. ”

The young man's shoulders jumped.

"What?"

The man immediately jumped up, squatted in front of the railing, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully.

Then He Xie Feng did not move.

He Jiefeng's knife has always been endless, and it will not stop until one party's heart stops beating. Now, it doesn't move.

At this time, the attitude of the middle-aged man has also changed, although he is still calm and calm, his eyes are sharp.

The middle-aged man stared at his hand.

In fact, the middle-aged man is only looking at that hand from beginning to end.

The night was too dark, but the middle-aged man still wanted to see what that hand could bring.

At this time, the young man's heart paused slightly, as if he had already sensed something, and said.

"Does Lao He have to die?"

The middle-aged man said lightly.

"Mercy?"

The young man sighed.

"After all, it was Lao He who brought me into the hall. ”

Middle-aged humane.

"I was the one who brought Ah Feng into the hall. ”

There was neither a trace of melancholy nor a sigh in the middle-aged man's voice, and he was terrifyingly sensible.

"But someone has to carry the plum blossom branding. ”

"Or, do you want to trade your life with Ah Feng?"

The young man had lowered his head, and his eyes were beginning to glow red.

The middle-aged man is so plain that he seems to be telling a story.

"No one wants to see Ah Feng die, but they can't watch Du Bazhi not forgive, the momentum of our 'second room' has become smaller and smaller in the hall, and we must not leave a handle for others to catch. ”

The young man clenched his fists, everything was decided, and he couldn't change it, but he should always do something about it!

The hearts of young people are also tugging like fists, and how not to suffer when they see the impending death.

Middle-aged humane.

"Uncomfortable?"

The fist slammed on the table, and the young man had endless anger in his heart, but he couldn't do it.

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, and he said.

"This is the way of the world, bloody. ”

"Break away, you have to recognize every word. ”

"If you can't get used to it, you should leave, or you will be the one who is being toyed with." ”

Then, the two of them saw a light, which was brilliant and pure, and it quickly ended a life.

When He Jiefeng died, his chest stood upright.

The middle-aged man's cold eyes finally melted and revealed some compassion.

This is a middle-aged man's wrist that should be broken, and only the injury remains.

The compassion has not faded, and the middle-aged man has begun to think about connecting the broken arm.

Middle-aged humane.

"Sword Ming, you go. ”

"Follow him, and invite him into the second room anyway. ”