Mr. Liang, regardless of whose disciple you are on behalf of Juncai, his seven kills have already arrived.
The first kill of the absolute household, shoot the horse to capture the king. "Leaving the Frontier" by the Ministry of Industry and Commerce
Be strong
Use arrows as long
Shoot the man first and shoot the horse
Catch the thieves first
Killing is also limited
Nations have their own borders
Gou Neng Controls the Invading Mausoleum
How can it kill more
"Nine: forty-five, enter the state of combat readiness. Wait for the target to appear." Someone in the dark said softly. At the time of the sea, the night was dark. Pedestrians are already quite scarce. In order to block the cold in early winter, curtains are hung in front of the doors of various shops. The canvas is quilted, which is two inches thick. The dim moonlight reflected the shadowy shadows of the lanterns, and occasionally a hint of the spicy and burning aroma of barbecue floated, and the winter night was like the bass of a cello, thick and solemn.
Feng appeared on the street on time again, buying milk for the two beauties, "It's cold weather." Since Feng was afraid of the cold, it was early winter, so he wore extremely bloated, and put on the down jacket early. Stomping to wait for the red light, the milk delivery van has stopped at the entrance of the supermarket, Feng holding the change in his hand, walking to the supermarket with three steps shivering. "It's not okay in such a cold day. I have to let them give me benefits." He said that he lifted the curtain with his hands. The milk sellers were also afraid of the cold, so they hid in the supermarket to keep warm.
A blade of shadow was silent, passing through the heavy curtain, across Feng's chest. The wool ticket that Feng was holding fell from his hand, and the other hand was still on the unlifted door curtain, with a look of astonishment. Seeing that the down jacket was cut by a sharp blade, the silver-white fan had a red edge, which was blood. Red. The lurking hunter did not hesitate anymore, dodge and let Feng who fell backwards, with a lunge, the person has already rushed to ten feet away.
"If you kill someone, do you want to leave?" Feng's voice sounded coldly behind him. The killer stopped suddenly, how could it be possible that his knife hit the heart, although it didn't go deep, but the sword energy should have penetrated into the heart, not to mention the poison on the knife. The hunter didn't move, so he turned his back to Feng. He was waiting, he didn't believe that Feng was not poisoned. He can't turn around, there will be flaws when he turns. The hunter's breath is steady and long, showing an excellent internal cultivation. Sure enough, he is a master. On the other hand, Feng's breath was short and short, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured and strongly self-supporting. He spoke with a vibrato, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next moment.
The two are in a stalemate. Although the stalemate is not good for the hunter, the hunter has to wait. His mission is to kill Daijunchou, and he does not want to die, so he must wait for the target to lose his ability to move. Unfortunately, he did not wait for Feng. The moment it fell to the ground. He waited for Zorro.
Zorro is today's secret whistle. When Dai Junchou was in distress, he was attacking a table of Mala Tang. The winter was bitter and the brothers on duty had to find a warm place. Mala Tang, barbecue, dessert. Shops, and of course Internet cafes, are places where everyone often stays. Receiving the news of Feng's distress, Zorro threw down the hundred yuan bills, first sent Jing Muya a distress signal, and then rushed to the battlefield alone.
"Is that you?" Zorro stared at the hunter he saw, with a featureless appearance, sharp eyes, a single-handed goose in his right hand, a fitted sportswear, and light cloth shoes. The whole person was like a hidden in the dark. Leopard. "Does the little leopard come out to hunt before weaning?" Zorro is always joking, but the sword in his hand is absolutely unambiguous.
The hunter said nothing, he could see that the swordsman in front of him was also a master, angry like a mountain, condensed without making a sound, with a smile on his face, fierce in his eyes, and his mouthful of nonsense was just to disturb the mind. His sword is very strange, it doesn't seem to belong to the national skill, it is as good as the British knight's sword, and it is probably good at fast attack. If this is the case, I will fight fast and attack you! With a heart move, people are as early as a sharp arrow from the string, and their feet leaps towards Zorro with force, and the Yan Ling knife swept towards Zorro's Xia San Lu with the cold air. He deliberately bullied Zorro Jianqing and didn't dare to fight himself alone. Swiping three knives to attack, the horizontal knife hangs on the waist and kidney, picks the knife and flies, and splits both ankles with the knife. The trick is subtle!
Zorro has also experienced many battles, and he can be called "quiet as a virgin, as if moving away from a rabbit". Seeing the three swords attack, he stepped on tiptoes and retreated quickly, lowered the center, and used the tip of the sword to focus on the tip of the sword, relying on the technique of four or two. Let go of the sword and retreat while hitting. The situation is really critical. The hunter's sword is not far from Zorro's side, only the power of parry, and the power to fight back, Zorro's clothes have been twisted into rags by the sword. Three, four, five, retreat to the fifth step, the hunter's knife is old, and the strength can no longer flow freely; Zorro is still retreating, six, seven, eight, the hunter's strength is weakened, and the sword technique is chaotic; nine! This is where Zorodun lives, with the tip of his sword swiping upwards, splashing blood. "Haha, it's not yet New Year, don't need to give this big gift." Zorro couldn't help but laugh when he was out of danger.
The hunter knelt down on both knees, faintly bleeding out of blood, so fast swordsmanship! Sure enough, I still underestimated the opponent, and even so, you and I will die together! Even at this moment, the hunter had not forgotten his mission, and brought the king to hell!
"Remember my name, Yin is not hurt!" After speaking, he grabbed the shirt with both hands and slammed it open! I only heard Feng hissing and shouting: "Get down! Get down!" After saying that, he lay directly on the ground, holding his head in both hands. Zorro didn't know why, but he still did it. Just before he got down, the rain of needles flew over his head, and Zorro didn't dare to move.
This method is called Ruoqingyu. It is a weapon of mass destruction sold by Tangmen. In fact, it is an enhanced version of the rainstorm pear flower needle. The user must tie four feet, three inches, five cents, two inches and three cents wide to the chest. Inside the box, it is full of organs. Thousands of silver needles can be released in the blink of an eye. The Tang Sect's poison can not be solved by anyone. The three or five of them can still be rescued, and if they are hit head-on, even the Tang Sect himself will not be able to recover. When Feng saw that Yin Wu hurt and lifted his clothes, he saw the faint square box, and then reacted. He and Zorro lay down and didn't get a hit.
This ruthless rain couldn't help being ruthless to the enemy, and ruthless to himself, shooting random needles, and the closest was the operator himself, and the poisoning was also the earliest. After the rain of needles passed, Yin Wuhuo had long gone out of breath. Zorro got five stitches on his back and three stitches on his leg. Feng was farther away, only two stitches on his back.
The battlefield doctor Jing Muya arrived in time. As soon as the needle rain ended, he ran over with a syringe in one hand, and the two lying on the ground received a needle first. I heard Zorro screaming there, "Take it lightly, my, oh hello, it hurts to death!" Feng couldn't help but feel happy, knowing that it hurts, it's okay!