In the deep night, every scene that is not illuminated appears to be the same color.
Zhao Qian took a few more steps forward as if nothing had happened, but his body tensed up as he was about to approach the person.
"call" Getting closer.
What sounded in his ears was the sound of the air being torn apart.
No, not at all.
Subconsciously, he took two prepared steps back, and a cold wind blew past the face of the young man who had returned late.
The tip of the knife touched the tip of Zhao Qian's nose too quickly.
Such a word flashed through his mind, but the other party did not move.
The two of them seemed to form a motionless painting in a narrow alley at midnight.
After a long time, a slight cough made the swordsman's body tremble, but the hand holding the sword remained motionless.
"Zhao Qianye Wolf White Pawn" asked the man opposite.
The voice clearly sounded harsh from too much alcohol, and it was especially clear to Zhao Qian's ears.
A not too strong smell of alcohol.
With the help of a few rays of light coming from unknown directions, he followed the knife and saw clearly the face of the guy in front of him, a middle-aged uncle with an unshaven beard.
It only took a few glances to tell that he hadn't taken good care of himself for a long time.
Wearing a vest that exposed the flesh of both arms and a pair of slovenly suit pants.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are some bright red stains on the knee area that have not been wiped off.
It's blood that hasn't dried yet.
"kindness."
After making a nasal noise, Zhao Qiang took a step back and looked at the other party's follow-up steps.
Can't see clearly.
Subconsciously, he took out the long sword that he had prepared long ago from the bag. block "when" The vague shadow of the knife struck the metal scabbard of the long sword that was raised instantly, but the sword had not yet been drawn out.
Cold sweat broke out on his back.
The passive skill Dynamic Vision of the natural magic pattern on the back seems to have lost its effect on the sharp knife in the hand of the uncle opposite.
Very fast knife.
Glancing at the guy's arm holding the knife, I couldn't tell the direction in which he was drawing the knife from the movement of his arm.
Feng Laoxia.
This name and the nickname of the number one swordsman in the mountain city flashed through his mind countless times.
Only now did he understand the meaning of this name to the swordsman in front of him.
"choke" After taking two more steps back, the opponent's knife pulled out the long sword from Zhao Qian's hand, making a soft cry in the quiet alley.
Perhaps Feng Laoxia's knife was too sharp and fell directly into the gap.
"Ahem, you won't survive tonight, can you believe it?"
Coughing and throwing aside the scabbard hanging on the knife, the uncle said, as if he was telling someone an established fact.
In fact, he had said this to many people, and those people were all dead.
This is the self-confidence that a swordsman should have, to believe in his own knife and his own knife skills.
The metal scabbard hit the concrete floor somewhere outside the alley, making several tinkling sounds.
"Don't believe it."
Holding the sword, Zhao Qian raised his eyebrows.
His palms were already sweaty.
The other party didn't answer, and the cold light came in an instant.
The dark night was brightened. dividing line Xiangjiang, the roof of a tall building.
A young man looked at the neon lights below with a look of indifference.
I glanced around again, but there was no higher building than this one.
This is the most prosperous Bolan Street in Hong Kong, but there is no building higher than the one under the young man's feet.
Anyone who is familiar with the Hong Kong waterway must know that no planes fly over Bolan Street, because it is above Wang's head, the city's no-fly zone.
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This is both strength and rules.
"Two worlds."
The young man said, and his understatement made a middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground lower his head and nod his head on the ground.
He didn't even dare to express his anger.
"How much was lost."
Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't speak, he added, as if no other team could make him frown in his lifetime.
Calm.
"No, no, I don't know.
The Flame Queen is still calculating."
"Then who did it, do you know?"
He turned around and sat on a round wooden stool behind him, taking a sip of water from the porcelain bowl on the table.
"I don't know anything else, but the only thing that's certain right now is the Feng family."
"Which world of the Feng family has the most income?"
The young man interrupted.
The strong wind from the high-rise building made his spotless white robe tremble.
The sword was held in his left hand and he never left it.
In some ways, he doesn't look like a powerful man, but more like a proud swordsman.
"Terminator World."
The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his face and said firmly.
He had no doubt that if he couldn't answer the question, the head of the Bai family, who would change his mind upon hearing this, would definitely kill him.
No sword required.
"Destroyed."
He raised his head, but the man kneeling on the ground still didn't understand what it meant.
Because these two words contain too many human lives and resources.
"It's just like Westward Journey and Pirates of the Caribbean that we control."
"yes" He responded without hesitation, and this man who looked so majestic to outsiders got up from the ground and rolled downstairs.
After taking a sip of water from the porcelain bowl, the young man glanced at the brightly lit Xiangjiang River behind him.
This place, and even India beyond the Himalayas, was his land.
Therefore, he has always had his own rules for the game between snobs.
He didn't care who did it to him, he just needed to clear what was in front of him.
In other words, he didn't even bother to investigate so many things.
How many enemies are there and who are they?
After all, these are just swords.
The American Freemasonry, the Russian Holy See, or the European Poetry Society Nouns appeared in his mind one by one, his eyes flickered and he said nothing.
After a long time, when several lights in the distance were extinguished one after another, he finally came to his senses.
"How's it going over there in Xixi?"
"Very good."
A line of writing stained with water appeared on the table where Bai Yunfei was sitting.
Perhaps he was worried that he was thinking too much, and another line of writing appeared bit by bit, and the two words above slowly dried up.
Running script.
"She went to Border City."
"oh."
The sword was held in his hand, and the swordsman in white robe seemed to be mumbling to himself.
When the camera zoomed out, it was discovered that the place where he was sitting was clearly outside the door of a dilapidated cabin.
"Jingle bell."
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The wind blowing from the roof made the wind chimes under the front eaves of the wooden house ring softly.
Bai Yunfei took another sip of water from the bowl, stood up, picked up his sword, and walked into the dilapidated wooden house.
The writing on the wooden table gradually dried up.
The wind blew, teasing the still landscape in front of the wooden house, and extinguishing the noisy night downstairs. s: I have added the reasons why to learn epee in Chapter 42.
And the damage caused by the active skill of the heavy sword has been increased
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