The toilet that had been abruptly silent was suddenly broken by the ironic applause. Hearing the harsh applause, Weidebing frowned and turned his body vigilantly, but when his eyes and this end were sitting on the sink The moment when the gangsters looked at each other, Wei Debing seemed to see himself, the feeling was like two tigers facing each other.
Jiang Minghao looked at the middle-aged man, his pupils shrank sharply, as if he had known each other before, he saw his hips lightly lifted, his whole body leaped up like a light swallow, and the moment he landed, his heavy military boots seemed to be stepping on a sponge. , There is no sound.
"Fighting master!"
This was Jiang Minghao’s first reaction when he saw his first appearance. Using only the muscles of his buttocks, he can support the weight of his entire body, indicating that the body of the middle-aged man in front of him is extremely explosive, and the moment he landed , He could not make a sound, it can be seen that his control of his body has reached the state of being able to retract and release freely. Such a master, even if he is intact, has no absolute certainty that he can defeat him!
"Chamu?"
Jiang Minghao groaned softly, looking at the appearance of the middle-aged man, and the posture of holding a dagger tightly, ready to fight, reminding Jiang Minghao of Chamu who had a fate in the Zhao's villa, although this Human appearance is somewhat similar to Chamu, but age, clothing, and even the aura of the body are completely different from each other by nature.
If the aura exuding from Chamu is the invincible killing power of soldiers, then the middle-aged man in front of him can at best be regarded as the mainstay of the social gangsters, but like Wei Debing, he perceives like a butcher from this gangster. The general breath of death.
"clang······"
Without the slightest warning, this middle-aged man of about 30 years old suddenly moved his body and leaned against him like a ghost. Wei Debing only felt a flash of silver light in front of him, and conditioned he raised the Falcon Wing Sabre in his hand to block it. The metal sparks flashed by, but Wei Debing felt a soreness in his chest, as if he was hit by a wooden stake, and he withdrew five or six steps to stabilize his figure.
Weidebing held his saber in front of him with his right hand, and covered his chest with his left hand. At that moment, it was as if the middle-aged man in front of him instantly stopped the surrounding space and time, because when he moved and attacked himself , Wei Debing couldn't even feel the air flow around him, especially at the moment when the two swords collided, he didn't even feel the opponent's action, so he retreated.
But these series of actions couldn't escape Jiang Minghao, who was watching the battle. He squinted his eyes, his pupils contracted sharply, and the scene of the middle-aged man's elbow hitting Wei Debing was replayed in his mind.
At the moment when the two swords intersect, he borrowed the strength of the Weide soldiers when they resisted, using the sword as the support, and attacked with his elbow. Although the distance between his elbow and Weidebing’s chest was no more than 30 cm, it was within such a short distance. However, the strength he exerted with this blow was enough to make Weidebing's energy and blood toss for a while.
"What a fast speed! What a strong inch!"
Weidebing's face flushed, panting heavily, and exclaimed. He felt his body's strength suddenly lost under this blow. Suddenly, his throat was sweet and a mouthful of blood rolled out, but Weidebing was struggling. Hard to swallow, the right hand holding the saber, after just touching the dagger in the middle-aged man's hand, the tiger's mouth was numb and trembling.
"Pong, Pong, Pong..."
Seeing Wade's exhaustion, the middle-aged man's mouth showed a playful smile, as if he was a hunting dog with sufficient experience and absolute strength, playing with his prey. He deliberately increased his steps to make The army boots and the floor made a series of noises. As the distance between the soldiers and Wei Debing shortened, his footsteps became heavier and heavier. The breath of death on his body spread like a flood, as if he wanted to completely destroy the enemy in this way. Psychology.
But Jiang Minghao could see that this guy was definitely not the sniper who shot him, or even arrogantly handed him a cowhide envelope to write down the battle book.
Because the clothes of the middle-aged man in front of him is too unpretentious and undressed, and the sniper who fired at him is definitely a perfectionist who is strict with himself and does not even allow himself to have the slightest flaws, otherwise it would not be possible. Grind that sniper warhead to be as smooth as a mirror! And this guy in front of him is at best a killer who spends money to hire.
"Who are you Chamu?"
Hearing Jiang Minghao's words, the middle-aged man who was originally covered in murderous spirit suddenly shook, as if he had received an electric shock. He stopped, and there was a trace of surprise in his joking eyes. The bloody eyes were fierce. The ground bulged, staring at Jiang Minghao like a hungry wolf in a hurry, and he spoke up without saying a word from beginning to end, and there was a touch of care in that cold tone.
"What did you do to him?"
The blunt Dragon country language was mixed with a strong Yueguo accent, and his absolutely unusual reaction made Jiang Minghao more sure of his relationship with Chamu. In addition to his relatives, what else could affect a whole body exuding The state of mind of a bloodthirsty killer whose heart is already ruthless like ice
"Are you from Vietnam too?"
Jiang Minghao didn't care about the coldness of this man, his eyes were as clear as clear lake water, there was no trace of darkness, as if turning a blind eye to the breath of this assassin.
Seeing the eyes of the young man who was paralyzed in a wheelchair, the muscles of the killer who had been in a state of tension and preparations slowly relaxed, as if letting go of the vigilance and hostility in his heart. He did not answer Jiang Minghao's words, his eyes were like two. Looking at Jiang Minghao like a fierce fire, as if he was about to burn him, he took a sudden step and asked again in the language of the Dragon Kingdom:
"What did you do to him?"
This time, the killer in front of him deliberately raised his own volume, seemingly calm, but Jiang Minghao looked at his completely relaxed right hand, as well as the one that was gently pinched between his right thumb and index finger, shaking uneasy. The dagger seemed to be a sharp sword hanging above his head. Jiang Minghao knew that if he didn't answer him this time, he would definitely throw the dagger in his hand.
"He is fine, he has left Zhao Ritian's villa safely."
"Swish..."
Just as Jiang Minghao’s words fell, a whistling sound rang through the air, and a cold light flashed. The middle-aged man’s dagger had already dropped out of his hand, as if it was the resistance of a bullet breaking through the air towards Jiang Minghao. Directly coming in, the pressure of the surrounding air also dropped sharply with the flying of the dagger, making people feel pressured by a spurt of blood.
"Brother Hao, be careful..."
At almost the same moment, Wei Debing reminded Jiang Minghao, but his body was not as fast as words, as if he was stunned by the elbow hit by the middle-aged man, even though he was already facing Jiang Minghao. Ming Hao rushed, but the speed of his body could not keep up with the flying speed of the dagger.
"Ding······"
The dagger that flies like a bullet, from a place less than half a millimeter away from Jiang Minghao’s ear, rubbed the cold hair on his ear, and was directly nailed to the concrete wall behind Jiang Minghao. The dagger, which was about fifteen centimeters in length, was actually submerged to the depth of five centimeters in the concrete wall. The trembling sound of the blade was accompanied by a trembling sound, as if it was complaining that its owner didn't let it taste bloodthirsty pleasure.
Although this throw did not hurt Jiang Minghao, the air friction from the dagger seemed to be a sharp air knife. It congested all the capillaries on Jiang Minghao's ears. Wei Debing looked at the blood red. The outline of his ears couldn't help but his heart squeezed. He knew that he couldn't stop this guy with his own power.
"what······"
Wei Debing roared, like a rabbit desperately fighting a wild wolf, and rushed towards the unarmed middle-aged man at the moment. The falcon wing saber in his hand had already been turned and held, facing the middle-aged man’s. The heart pierced in the past.
"Little soldier, don't..."
Before Jiang Minghao finished speaking, he heard a muffled sound like a hammer hit in the flock:
"puff········"
I saw Wei Debing’s body, accompanied by the blood mist from his mouth, flying upside down like a broken kite, while the middle-aged man’s right leg was raised above his head like an iron tower, standing there with one leg, like a tree standing tall. The green pine that doesn't fall, can think of how strong this guy's legs should be.
"boom·······"
At this time, Wei Debing's body was completely a tattered cloth bag. He was smashed to the ground, his hands tightly covering his stomach, accompanied by the trembling of his body, his face full of hideousness and pain, his white teeth were early. He was stained red by the spray of blood mist, and he didn't have the slightest strength to pick up the saber that fell aside.
"Snapped········"
When the middle-aged man put down his right leg like a high iron tower, the collision of the army boots and the ground seemed to announce the end of the battle and sing a triumph for the victors of this battle.
Wei Debing watched the middle-aged man who had just kicked him slowly walked towards Jiang Minghao, the cold and killing aura on his body did not diminish in the slightest, he resisted the pain on his forehead. The upper body was already covered with big beads of sweat, especially the wound that had just been bandaged. The blood had soaked through the bandage and penetrated the back of the clothes. But his throat still uttered a hoarse roar:
"Do not······"
But this hell-like roar did not stop the middle-aged man’s pace. His face was still so cold. The difference was that at this time, even the Weide soldiers lying on the ground felt the killing of all living beings. With the killing aura, Wei Debing reluctantly closed his eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.
I saw the middle-aged man stretched out his right hand and spread out the tiger’s mouth, like a viper with an open mouth and bright fangs. It slowly stretched out towards Jiang Minghao’s neck, and his right hand crossed everything. The centimeter distance made Jiang Minghao feel that he and the god of death were getting closer and closer, and he seemed to feel the coldness of the sharp edge of the sickle in the hands of the god of death.
But even in the face of death, Jiang Minghao's eyes are still very clear, as clear as the lake in the Tianshan Mountains, without the slightest distractions and fears. His eyes are fearless against the middle-aged man who is about to take his own life. Looking at it, it seemed like a cultivator who saw through life and death, quietly waiting for the end of life.