An Fei slowly walked up to the third floor, his steps were light and graceful, like a strolling cheetah. His eyes were staring straight ahead, but if you look carefully, you will find that his eyes have no focus. Whatever he gains, he must lose something. , when a person focuses his attention on something, he will naturally ignore other things. Only by dividing his attention can he catch any subtle changes.
An Fei's confidence is not blind. No matter when and where he is, he can analyze his own strengths and weaknesses, as well as his opponent's strengths and weaknesses, and take advantage of them as quickly as possible. He learned a lot from Sol and Ernest. As far as the current situation is concerned, An Fei thinks he has the absolute upper hand, because the strong men in this world often rely on sensing magic in the melee of sneak attacks and counter-sneak attacks. Or fighting spirit to find the enemy, but he does not have fighting spirit, and the fluctuation of magic power is extremely weak. In other words, the enemy cannot find him unless he witnesses his actions, but he can easily find all the enemies with his induction. opponent!
An Fei walked to the door of a room on the third floor, blew out the candle behind him, waited for a moment, took out a small cloth bag from his arms, opened the bag and took out a magnet, which he just bought today. , I didn’t expect it to come in handy right away.
An Fei observed his own room, as well as Sol and Ernest's room, and found that the doors of the Rose House Hotel were fixed with springs. There was a convex layer on the door frame, and it was difficult to remove the springs with cards. Open it, and besides, he doesn't have a suitable card. Although using a magnet is a bit clumsy, it's still very effective.
Two minutes later, An Fei stepped into the room. There was a bald middle-aged man sleeping soundly on the big bed in the corner of the room. Stupid people have stupid blessings. In fact, being an ordinary person is also a lucky thing. He can't sense the element of the fire dragon. Even though the fire dragon turned the entire hotel into a flaming purgatory, he died in a daze, not knowing what fear and pain were.
An Fei walked over gently and pressed hard on the middle-aged man's neck with the edge of his palm. The middle-aged man went from sleepiness to coma.
An Fei stood in the room, pulled out the long sword at a very slow speed, and stabbed down. The long sword made a sound and penetrated into the floor. Then An Fei pulled out the long sword again. If Observing something thoughtfully.
The gloomy old man was feeling a little anxious. Judging from the current time, Tanan should have escaped from Thor's pursuit and escaped into the sewer. This also means that Thor will be back soon! However, there was no news of Mott and Caribman leaving, and there was no sound of fighting below, which was hard to understand.
"Stupid pig! I have to personally take care of such a small matter!" The old man with a gloomy face couldn't wait any longer. He cursed bitterly, stood up and walked out.
An Fei suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness, stood up, and stabbed straight upward with the long sword in his hand like a poisonous snake!
Anfei did an experiment in his room and another on the third floor. The entire Rose House Hotel turned out to be a purely wooden building. Through visual inspection, Anfei knew that the thickness of the floor was only five centimeters to six centimeters. Centimeters, to be precise, he used 60% of the strength to smash a wooden board of this size with his fist, and it was even easier to pierce the wooden board with a long sword.
The gloomy-looking old man never imagined that the attack would come from under his feet! When he realized something was wrong, An Fei's long sword had already pierced into his heel and broke through the fragile barrier of flesh and blood. The tip of the sword had already pierced into his calf. The gloomy-looking old man couldn't help but let out a shrill scream. Voice.
Immediately afterwards, there was a bang, and the floor behind the old man was blasted to pieces by An Fei with all his strength. After all, An Fei's opponent this time was a mid-level swordsman. His strength was far superior to that of Mott and Caribbean Man. He was not surprised. Luan, facing the pain without panic, swept the sword behind him with his backhand. Even though he didn't use fighting energy, the place where the sword tip passed still made a light whistling sound like tearing.
An Fei's movements were too fast, too fast for his opponent to think. The movements made by the gloomy-looking old man relied entirely on instinctive reactions, and instinct made him ignore some things that should not be ignored.
It’s not nonsense that the blade is flat! An Fei succeeded in striking, but did not pull out the long sword. The long sword was still stuck on the wooden board. The old man with a gloomy face swung the sword with his backhand, and his heels inevitably rotated at a certain angle, causing the blade of the sword to stir in his calf. For a moment, what does tearing out the tendons and gouging out the bones mean? This is tearing out the tendons and gouging out the bones! The extreme pain was not something ordinary people could bear. The old man with a gloomy face howled again and almost dropped the long sword in his hand to the ground. Blood bubbled and spread around his wound.
Bang... An Fei smashed the floor again and penetrated three meters in front of the old man's chest. He waved a sharp candlestick in his hand and stabbed the old man's chest like a spear.
After all, he was a mid-level swordsman. The old man was attacked by An Fei one after another, but he was still able to fight back hard. He swung his long sword from bottom to top and hit the candlestick. An Fei only felt pain in his hands and could no longer hold the candlestick. Suddenly, the candlestick fell out of his hand, first hit the ceiling, and then fell sideways to the ground. It rolled a few times and never moved again.
An Fei jumped back, distanced himself from the old man, nodded with a smile on his face and said, "Yes, very strong!"
The old man with a gloomy face was so angry that he almost fainted. He had always been the only one who plotted against others. Today, after suffering An Fei's plot, he realized how strong the unwillingness was in his heart. He looked at An Fei fiercely, and the weight of his whole body dropped. On his left leg, he dared not move his right leg, but in order to maintain balance, his right leg still had to bear some force, which made him feel miserable. The gloomy-looking old man managed to concentrate and summon up his fighting spirit, and the long sword in his hand gradually glowed white.
An Fei jumped onto the window sill with a slight jump. The window was open. An Fei stretched out his hand to grab the top of the window frame, leaving a meaningful smile on the old man, and then rose up.
Although An Fei's climbing skills are not as high as the legendary Qing Gong, he can climb up wherever his fingertips can reach. He climbed to the eaves in twos and twos. An Fei took out the A handful of things were thrown up with a wave of his hand.
Those were the peas prepared by An Fei. The peas were scattered on the ridge of the roof and rolled down the slope, making a crackling sound.
Seeing An Fei's figure disappear in front of him, the gloomy old man did not dare to be careless at all. He held the long sword and looked up attentively. His ears were also perked up, listening to all the suspicious sounds, which he could not understand. What's strange is that the slight noises kept coming and going, and he didn't know what An Fei was doing.
At this moment, An Fei has returned to the third floor, silently looking at the hilt of the sword on the ceiling, and judging from the shadow in the hole where to kill with one blow. Can an illusion be created? The answer is yes, it can! Apart from anything else, almost every modern magic master is a master of creating and guiding illusions!
An Fei climbed up in front of the other party and deliberately made noise on the roof. The gloomy-looking old man naturally thought that An Fei was lurking on the roof, waiting for an opportunity to come down and attack him, so he had focused all his attention on it. Above, but never expected that An Fei ran below again.
Anyone who stumbles twice on the same stone is a fool. Reasoning in the opposite direction, a liar who uses the same method to deceive the same person is the stupidest liar, and a killer who uses the same method to assassinate the same person is also the most incompetent killer. The other party has already suffered, and it will be your turn to suffer again!
The weird and unpredictable methods used by An Fei made the old man a little timid. In addition, he himself suffered heavy losses and was in an extremely disadvantageous situation. He subconsciously regarded An Fei as the most terrifying opponent, so although he thought An Fei was not If he will leave like this, he must have a killer move, but in his opinion, such a terrifying opponent will not use the same move repeatedly like an imbecile, not to mention that there is a continuous sound above him!
The gloomy-looking old man had already channeled all his fighting energy. His figure was shrouded in white light, and there was a half-foot-long sword glow on the tip of his sword. He knew that it was very inconvenient for him to move, so he tried to use the sword glow. Launch a surprise attack to survive defeat.
An Fei was hesitant. He had already determined the exact location of the old man, but should he kill him with one blow or inflict further injuries on the old man? An Fei also has a candlestick in his hand. It is very vicious to attack the opponent's lower body from his position, but if he is blocked by the opponent, he will not be able to kill the opponent in a short time! If it takes until Sol comes back...this is what An Fei doesn't want to see. He doesn't want to lose the trust of Sol and Ernest.
An Fei made a decision quickly, straightened his arm, and the candlestick pierced upward like lightning, piercing the board with a loud sound.
The gloomy-looking old man was still looking up. The severe pain in his left foot made him cry out and then he fell to the ground. Both feet were severely injured. Not to mention he was an intermediate swordsman. , even the great swordsman can no longer stand where he is.
It didn't matter that he fell down. It was like he had to forcefully pull the sword and the tip of the candlestick out of his feet. After the candlestick pierced the board, the remaining strength was exhausted. The damage caused to him was not very serious, but the long sword was. The stabbing was so deep that he forced the sword to break with his flesh and blood. The old man's eyes were black, the pain was so painful that he could no longer breathe, and his body was hunched into a ball.
An Fei raised up again and swung out his right fist with all his strength. The fierce punch broke the board and hit the old man's chest hard. The old man just fell down, but was bounced like a spring. When he stood up, there was a large dent in his chest.
An Fei jumped up to the fourth floor from the hole. With a shake of his hands, a table fork and a table knife slipped from his left and right cuffs respectively and onto his fingertips. The next moment, the table fork and table knife flashed. But no, when it appeared again, it had stopped at the old man's throat.
An Fei breathed a sigh of relief, turned and rushed downstairs quickly. Now he had to race against time. He had to deal with some things before Sol and Ernest came back.
In fact, after killing Mort and Caribman, Anfei could choose to hide and wait for Sol and Ernest to return, but neither Mort nor Caribman posed any threat to Anfei. Fei needed a comparison to calculate his position, so as to avoid doing things inconsistent with his strength in the future, so he still found the strongest person he could sense.