No. 3 is one of the thirteen slaves of the Jin Palace. Because he was the third to enter the Jin Palace, he was called No. 3.

No. 3 has been a slave in the Jin Palace's Mansion for nearly ten years. But Number Three didn't feel like a slave. At all times, Number Three felt like a human being, a man of flesh and blood. At one time, he even felt that he was much more noble than the common people, because he was a person who worked in the Jin Palace.

No. 3 is ruthless and extremely neat, and is deeply loved by the King of Jin.

The place where No. 3 appears is generally the place where King Jin is ready to kill a person.

And now, No. 3 appeared in front of Xiong Xuan and Xia Yun, holding a very sharp scimitar in his hand, with his back to Xiong Xuan.

Xiong Yu took a breath of cold air, he knew that King Jin's style, if he couldn't use it for himself, he would definitely kill and destroy it, so as not to become his enemy in the future.

Xiong Yu asked Xia Yun to step back and slowly walked towards No. 3.

Xiong Xuan did not clench his fists, because Xiong Xuan did not want to be an enemy of Three. And No. 3, with his back to Xiong Xuan, must not want to drink Xiong Xuan as an enemy. Because, Xiong Yu knows that when No. 3 kills, he never likes to turn his back on the enemy. Three and Bear have a habit of hitting with one hit.

When Xiong Yu got closer and closer to No. 3, No. 3 said gloomily: "I know, you will not go far, because you know the style of the prince." ”

Xiong said, "I know you're going to come to me." Because I do know the style of the prince. However, I didn't expect you to come so quickly, and to choose such a deserted village to attack me. This is not your style at all. ”

Number Three asked, "What is my style, why don't I know it?"

Xiong replied, "In the past, you would have chosen to attack me in the downtown area." Because this can maximize the thrill of killing. However, instead of doing so now, you chose to wait for me here. ”

After hearing this, No. 3 took a cold breath and said, "Do you think I'm waiting for you here to kill you?"

Xiong Yu didn't answer, and Xiong Yu never wanted to say more if it was meaningless.

Seeing that Xiong Yu didn't answer, No. 3 continued: "In the past, the weapon in your hand would have been on your chest a long time ago. But now you don't. Not only do you have no weapons to survive, but you're also armed with your bare hands. At the same time, you are not on the slightest alert. It seems that you never took me seriously?" Although No. 3 has his back to the bear, he can clearly feel the breath of the authentic bear. And to put it mildly.

Xia Yun listened from afar, her face was shocked and she was not calm at first glance, but Xiong Yu laughed, and she smiled more cheerfully than ever. It's as if you suddenly picked up 10,000 taels of gold, or killed someone you've always wanted to kill.

Number Three laughed too, and the laughter was even happier than Xiong's. The two don't look like-for-tat, and it doesn't look like a showdown before the big war. It's like the joy of reuniting friends or brothers who have been separated for many years. Xia Yun saw such a scene, and she couldn't fathom it. Even if he was a little cautious before, it was useless in Xiong Yu, a man whose face was as cold as frost.

Xia Yun's heart began to relax. Perhaps, No. 3 and Xiong Yu are both slaves of King Jin, and they pity each other, perhaps because of this, they will not fight rashly. Xia Yun put her mind at ease and was about to step forward and talk to No. 3. But as soon as he took a step, he saw the scimitar in No. 3's hand emitting a dazzling white light, and then the scimitar slashed towards Xiong Yu like a sword shadow.

The bears had no weapons or shields. The only thing you can use is your own fist. The speed of the third scimitar has reached the point of reaching the peak, although there are still some shortcomings. But in the rivers and lakes, he is already a first-class master. Moreover, the moves of the third are different from the moves of ordinary people who use scimitars, and they always follow the routine. The moves used by Number Three are all moves that can kill. Therefore, No. 3 is also the most murderous slave around King Jin.

In order to prevent Xiong Yu from defecting to Liu Jin or other political enemies who were enemies of him, the King of Jin actually sent No. 3 to block Xiong Shou. Although Xiong Yu had long expected that the King of Jin would send someone to stop him, he did not expect that it would be No. 3! You know, No. 3 was the most murderous among the thirteen slaves! Everyone was afraid of it!

Phew-

Phew-

With the sound of a sonorous scimitar, Xiong had no room to use his moves to counterattack Three, so he had to retreat step by step. And Xiong Yu took a step back, and No. 3 would follow him one step further. After dozens of rounds, Xiong Yu did not hurt his muscles and bones, and No. 3 did not make any gains.

After about 180 rounds of fighting, Xiong secretly weighed his counterattack moves. And the scimitar of No. 3 did not slow down due to the lack of physical strength, but got faster and faster. Xiong Yi remembered Xiaoyaozi's words: When someone else's move is fast, the only way to defeat it is to make a faster move!

Xiong clenched his fists in a wistful manner, and a harrier rolled over, intending to fly past No. 3, and punched in the back, catching No. 3 off guard. Unexpectedly, as soon as the person reached mid-air, No. 3's scimitar also followed. Xiong Xuan's plan was instantly ruined, so he had to find another plan. Immediately landed on the ground, dodging one of Three's cutlassses.

"Your martial arts are truly unfathomable. If I hadn't been alert, I'd have been a dead corpse by now. Number Three sighed.

Xiong snorted coldly and said, "Your martial arts are not bad. No wonder the prince always sends you to the Western Regions on special missions. ”

No. 3 heard Xiong Xuan say the word Western Regions, and his face suddenly changed, and when he saw Xiong Xuan's eyes, he was gloomy, cold, vicious, and ruthless, and he seemed familiar, but he couldn't tell why. Three's heart suddenly jumped to its feet. This is the first time that Three has been in such a situation during a killing fight. Number Three understands that this is the first, and perhaps the only, time.

The third scimitar was in his hand, and his lips were constantly blowing cold air against the blade of the scimitar. People, whenever they are nervous, will always unconsciously do some inexplicable actions to hide their nervousness. Girls usually have a curly horn, and number three blows cold air on the scimitar.

Xiong said, "Looks like you're a little nervous? You've never been so nervous before." ”

No. 3 doesn't answer, the same as Xiong Yu, nonsense, and No. 3 doesn't want to say too much if it's superfluous. No. 3 also knows that Xiong Yu sees his mentality clearly, and when he kills, the most taboo thing is that his mentality is clearly figured out by the prey. Number Three didn't want to wait any longer, he understood that the further he went, the more flaws he few.

Whew-

The third scimitar was thrown backwards, and a starting move of the ancient ninja came straight at Kuma. Xiong Xuan saw No. 3's martial arts moves and showed a surprised expression. But before Xiong could think about it, Three's scimitar crept in, less than an inch away from Xiong's chest.

Xiong didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly dodged the surprise attack of No. 3. And No. 3 didn't dare to stop there, and the moves he used were getting faster and faster. There are more and more feints in the moves, and the degree of the moves is becoming more and more complex. It is difficult for Xiong to distinguish whether No. 3 will shoot or not.

Number Three not only likes to kill, but also likes to play killing. No. 3 is the most murderous slave around King Jin, and he is also the slowest slave to kill. Number Three doesn't have to be beary, he likes to be deadly with one move. What No. 3 likes is to crush his prey from the psychological defense, and then slowly enjoy the pleasure of killing.

Therefore, the action of No. 3 is not only subtle, but also slightly playful. This did not make Xiong Yu, who was fighting with No. 3, feel dissatisfied, but made Xia Yun, who was anxiously watching the battle on the sidelines, angry. said: "You are a scoundrel." Have the ability to fight with the bear boy openly. Besides, it's really not necessarily who wins or loses!"

"You're a slave too, and so is the bear boy. Everyone is a slave. The ability is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other?"

"King Jin's style of action is that if you can't use it for yourself, you must cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, so as not to leave future troubles. Now, even if you kill the bear. But if you have a high merit, King Jin will not let you go."

Xia Yun said a lot of things in one breath, the purpose was to distract No. 3 and create opportunities for Xiong Yu. How do you know that No. 3 was not fooled, the more fierce Xia Yun said, the more powerful No. 3's moves were. Xiong Yu could have had a stalemate with No. 3. But when No. 3 made a novel and powerful move, Xiong had no choice but to dodge, and there was no room to fight back.

Xia Yun said in her heart: This girl doesn't believe that she can't find your handle. So he quietly came to the back of No. 3 and observed the strangeness behind No. 3. While scolding, he carefully looked at Number Three. I finally found out that the weakness of No. 3 is money!

Money, women, and power are what men like the most! Some like all three, some like only two, some like only one of them, but no one likes any of them. Number three is the third type of person, and money is his only favorite.

Xia Yun saw that No. 3 had a lot of various money bags on his belt, and the origin of the money bags was also different. Some were bought in Datong, Shanxi, some were bought in Suzhou, and some were bought in Wuzhong, no matter what style of money bag it is, it can be shown that No. 3 loves money is not a lie.

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