Bodyguard of the Goddess

Chapter 408: Death is coming!

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Xiao Zheng has been in the industry for only five years, but Gui Mian has been in the industry for more than twenty years. In terms of qualifications, Xiao Zheng is just a spearhead in front of him. In terms of experience, Guimian is definitely richer than Xiao Zheng. Even if Xiao Zheng once carried out a mission crazily. But if you are greedy for more and do more, you may not accumulate and digest all the experience every time.

Ghost Face is different. In every mission, he would patiently analyze and sum up valuable experience. And constantly improve his fighting methods to make himself stronger.

One is a young master who is not afraid of tigers when he is just a newborn, and the other is an experienced middle-aged master. Who will win in this confrontation between the two

Xiao Zheng slashed at Guimian's forehead with a knife. After a brief pause, Ghost Face, who was standing on the spot, suddenly moved his feet. At the same time, he burst out with a sharp cry. The place where he held the handle of the gun clicked, and a silver sword was pulled out from the gun body, with a clang. There was a loud noise and the swords collided. The ghost face blocked Xiao Zheng's terrifying knife, and his figure also used the remaining force of Xiao Zheng's knife to slide backwards suddenly. Avoided Xiao Zheng's frontal attack.

Clang.

The unfettered spear fell to the ground with a crash, and the silver sword in Ghost Face's hand also buzzed. It was as if the knife just now had caused huge trauma to him, and even his entire arm was slightly numb. Pain like a tearing tiger's mouth.

This kid's instant explosive power is simply amazing. It breaks out frequently in such a short period of time, but it still possesses immeasurable power. If you confront him head-on frequently, I'm afraid you will eventually collapse from exhaustion.

Looking back at Xiao Zheng, I saw that he was full of fighting spirit, the blade was held steadily in his palm, there was no sign of slackness on his face, and his eyes were shining with dazzling fire. It was as if the battle was in full swing, and he wanted to vent the majestic fighting spirit in his body.

Keng!

Xiao Zheng kicked away the silver spear that was as dangerous as a poisonous snake, but the blade in his hand slowly rose. Even though the blade was cold, in the living room at midnight, the blood-stained blade was dim. It is difficult to reveal its true colors. The ghost face on the opposite side also seemed to be shrouded in darkness, exuding a strong aura of danger.

Crunch.

Xiao Zheng raised his right heel slightly, his toes making the floor creak, preparing for a fatal blow. Looking back at the ghost face, the silver sword in his hand is also standing sideways, the sword edge is beating, ready to move -

Buzz!

The blade trembled, slashing towards the center of the ghost's face like a living creature. A bright cold light was drawn in the sky, as if strong vitality was blooming, and brilliance suddenly appeared.

Buzz!

As soon as Xiao Zheng moved, Ghost Face also took action boldly, going all out.

Years of combat experience allowed Ghost Face to clearly understand the current situation. Putting aside everything else, in terms of explosive power alone, he would never be able to compete head-on with Xiao Zheng. In this case, Ghost Face must not be able to engage in a tug-of-war with Xiao Zheng, because the longer the time goes, the more physical energy he consumes will far exceed that of Xiao Zheng. In the end, even if Xiao Zheng doesn't kill himself, he can still consume himself to death.

The experienced Ghost Face understands that at this moment, his best way is to win through cunning and win quickly!

The sword is good at close combat, and the spear is good at long-range attack. Compared to spears, Ghostface is better with swords. The silver sword blade, which was about one meter long, was held in the palm of the hand, as if it had vitality, and it could stab wherever you pointed. Exactly.

As soon as the two came into contact, they started a fierce and thrilling close combat.

Xiao Zheng is mainly strong and majestic, while Gui Mian is mainly cunning and cunning. The two men were both imaginary and real, but the fight was extremely thrilling. If there were any bystanders watching, they might think that Xiao Zheng and the two were filming. And what they saw was a picture that had been processed with special effects. Not a real scene.

Whoosh!

Xiao Zheng struck down with his sword, and the blade was like a tiger opening its mouth, biting fiercely towards the ghost's face. The ghost face stabbed forward with a long sword, like an extremely vicious cobra, sharply tearing apart Xiao Zheng's attack.

Keng!

Another head-to-head collision. As sparks flew, the ghost face retreated continuously, but Xiao Zheng stood motionless. Make a judgment.

Yes.

After two minutes of close combat, Xiao Zheng had firmly gained the upper hand, but Ghost Face was in danger. His left arm was cut by Xiao Zheng. There is blood flowing. Although it will not affect his overall performance, in the long run, excessive blood loss will inevitably affect Ghost Face's reaction ability and insight.

This is a bad message. It is also a very dangerous message. Normally, Ghost Face would definitely find an opportunity to escape. Although he had only been a deserter once in his life, Ghost Face regarded it as a great shame and humiliation just once. What's more, coming to assassinate Xiao Zheng this time is not a simple task for Ghost Face, but a task that carries too much and he is not allowed to lose. If he loses, he will suffer unimaginable humiliation. He is also destined to miss the chance to top the killer world rankings again.

He wants to win. Defeat Xiao Zheng.

He can't lose, losing would mean giving up his career. This is unacceptable to Ghost Face.

Win and he will have everything. If you lose, you will have nothing.

Buzz!

Ghost Face raised his sword and struck straight at Xiao Zheng's heart. This sword was so fast and accurate that even if Xiao Zheng was in a daze for a millisecond, he would die tragically under the sword's edge. Therefore, Xiao Zheng cannot be distracted and has to deal with it with 200% energy.

Crunch!

The wooden floor under his feet creaked, and Xiao Zheng's entire body bent slightly, and when he was accumulating power like a full bow, he shot out with a whoosh. Like a sharp blade, like a laser. Unstoppable!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The two figures collided at high speed, and at the same time the swords collided suddenly. Xiao Zheng used his strength again, firmly pressing the sword in Ghost Face's hand, vowing to kill him with one blow.

However, the ghost face at this moment does not have the same mood

When the sword edge was lowered by Xiao Zheng, his left hand suddenly leaned forward, and at some point, an extremely sharp dagger appeared in the palm of his left hand. Short, sharp, and extremely cold!

"Go to hell!"

The ghost face takes action boldly, the dagger dances with its deathly luster and devours the world!

As we all know, it is difficult for ordinary people who are good at using their right hands to use their left hands flexibly. Whether it is practicing calligraphy, eating, or doing some physical work stupidly, it is far less flexible and easy to use than the right hand. But at this moment, Ghost Face struck out with one strike, the speed was no less than that of his right hand, and the strength was no less than that of his right hand. Deliver a fatal blow to Xiao Zheng!

This is Ghost Face's final trump card. Use the left-handed sword that others are extremely unskilled and difficult to master to defeat the enemy. Cast a fatal episode!

Then, his sword was indeed cunning and sharp. But Xiao Zheng can live to this day and successfully push Ghost Face out of the altar. How can he just get his fame in vain and brag about it

As the blade approached, Xiao Zheng's figure suddenly bounced, as if violating the principles of mechanics, and without any help, he suddenly bounced and landed on the left side of the ghost face. And Ghost Face's sword was undoubtedly in vain -

Death is coming.

The ferocious smile on Xiao Zheng's lips gradually spread.

The overwhelming aura of death swept through the body, completely drowning the ghost face!