After eighteen hours, Dongfang Han finally arrived in New York, USA. As she had guessed, not only did she not be able to contact Smidt, but Wang Ye and others also lost contact.
With an uneasy mood, Dongfang Han took a taxi to Daxia outside the headquarters. She subconsciously raised her head and glanced forward, then lifted her back and walked in the sword box.
"Wow—" The automatic door opened, and the moment Dongfang Han stepped into the hall, he paused. I frowned and raised my head to look at the surroundings. Not to mention that there was no one at the front desk. There was not even the policeman I saw most often on weekdays, and I didn't have any quiet popularity at all.
The body became tense involuntarily, she quickly took down the box behind her instinctively, took out the sword inside, stared at the surroundings, and held the hilt tightly.
"Buzzing—" Suddenly a piercing alarm sounded in the hall, and after a few repetitions of "Swish", the entire inner wall of Daxia was tightly sealed by the iron wall falling from above, and it entered completely. The federal protection system will only sound in case of emergency.
While Dongfang Han was still exploring what was going on, suddenly a black shadow fell from the top without a sound, and the back blade light flashed towards the back of Dongfang Han's neck. Her pupils shrank, and she immediately turned around to avoid the crucial sharp blade.
Only before she could react, the black shadow had already rushed to her eyes and stabbed her again. Dongfang Han, who had finally reacted, quickly raised the sword in his hand to his face, and the two swords intersected. A spark was drawn and stirred in one place. Dongfang Han suppressed the hilt and coldly looked at the dark shadow on the opposite side. In his pupils, there was a pale, thin, cold face and a pair of narrow and sharp eyes. A man who looks extraordinarily gloomy.
"It's been a long time, you murderer." Finished. The man took a quick step back, grasping the hilt of the sword in his hand and slashing towards Dongfang Han's chest. The sword blade slashed through the air and made a "swish" sound. This kind of powerful slash would undoubtedly die if hit.
However, Dongfang Han reacted extremely fast and immediately moved his body to avoid his attack. Then he suddenly appeared to his side, saw the gap in her right leg, lifted his right foot, and kicked it hard.
Dongfang Han was taken aback, and immediately backed away.
The man swung his sword again. A silver-white blade of light pierced the ground, wiping it from the edge at a speed that was almost impossible to detect with the eyes, changing direction freely like a snake, slashing directly towards Dongfang Han’s defenseless back, a cloud of blood from behind her The back splashed out, and at the same time the impact of the attack directly knocked Dongfang Han away.
She immediately plunged her backhand blade into the ground and stopped her sliding backwards, avoiding another heavy blow from behind.
Dongfang Han took a heavy breath and glanced back. Although she avoided the vital point just now, she still left a long wound on her back. The blood quickly soaked the white shirt and inside. coat.
At this time, there was a burst of laughter in front of her. She looked back and saw that the man slapped the blood on the sword and looked up and smiled and stared at her gloomily.
"It seems that the ace magician of the Federation Council is nothing more than that. How could my brother die in the hands of a stinky girl like you!" Mentioned his dead brother, the man stared at him with excited eyes. Dongfang Han wanted to tear it apart.
Dongfang Han, who just didn't understand what he was talking about, was concerned about this man's abilities. I'm afraid he was a magician who was good at using swords just like himself.