"Not bad, very good."
There was a burst of words in the dark alley.
Zhao Qian silently waved the sword in his hand.
He was actually not in a good condition.
The piece of clothing that had just been replaced now had a few neat cuts.
Blood flowed from the wound inside.
His clothes were dyed red.
Feng Laoxia's sword was very fast, at least Zhao Qian couldn't keep up.
His eyes saw his wrist raised slightly, his pupils shrank, and the knife struck the sword in front of his subconscious.
Too forced.
Every wound on his body was neither deep nor shallow, and was extremely painful.
For a good swordsman, Madman Xia's behavior seemed more intentional.
He was seeking revenge for the loss of his son.
"snort."
Hum.
There is one more wound.
Another cold light flashed by, and the young man holding the sword looked at the vicissitudes of life in front of him.
The faint light that shone from unknown sources hit this man's face, and cruelty flashed in his eyes.
"Just like you, you harmed my son."
The swordsman was talking more in a way that even Zhao Qian couldn't hear clearly.
The sword moves.
There was a crackling sound on his right hand, which was particularly loud in the quiet alley.
Special force skill v4.
"strength" A trace of sarcasm flashed across the swordsman's face, and he swung the sword after a bone explosion.
He watched as the long sword on the opposite side stabbed straight at him.
"Buzz" Knife noise.
There is offense but no defense.
The sword is fast, but the knife is even faster.
Attack each other.
At this moment, both figures seemed to have given up on defense in the sense of a warrior's instinct.
They were betting on who would fight back first, and the bet was their lives.
Zhao Qian's temples were beating, and the sharp knife in his eyes was getting brighter and brighter, as if the light in the entire dark alley was here.
The tip of the knife got bigger and bigger, and finally, it was close to the eyes.
Will die.
This was an idea that popped into the minds of both of them, but Shancheng Daodao on the opposite side laughed.
He seemed to be very satisfied with the situation in front of him.
In other words, he never thought about surviving from the beginning.
From the perspective of this mountain town widower with traditional ideas, his son is his only continuation.
That's why he entered the station and survived after his wife died, so he accepted every deal with a clear conscience that might leave connections to future generations after his death.
He is making every possible preparation, money and future for his son's future.
And he also knew very well that his coming to Border City to find someone in such a big way this time was more like someone's plan.
But the contents inside forced him to do this, just like the ancients who drank poison to quench their thirst.
They would either die of thirst or poison.
The knife moved forward, but soon stopped.
Sweat fell from the swordsman's forehead.
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The right hand holding the sword was suddenly broken by himself.
There is always a price to pay for using the force to turn in mid-air.
Ruthless.
"Peng" There was a soft sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
The strong smell of blood quickly filled the entire alley.
"Oh."
Zhao Qian grinned and looked at the swordsman in front of him.
This man could no longer hold the sword in his right hand and laughed miserably.
Now it seems that he has won, miserably.
Even if the broken right arm was cut off, it still held the sharp knife steadily, but what's the use?
Blood flowed from Feng Laoxia's broken right arm.
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
No warrior would ever do such a thing, even if he knew there was a station that could completely repair his injuries.
This is something that no martial art can teach, except a person's instinct.
"you" wave.
There was only one sword in response, a long sword held tightly by the young man's left hand.
But he couldn't react to this sword.
"You want to kill me."
The cold sword blade sliced across the swordsman's throat, and he could no longer make a sound.
He died, the knife above Shancheng's head.
He looked at his right wrist, which was completely numb and slowly becoming red and swollen.
Stepping over the body that had not yet turned cold on the ground, Zhao Qian glanced somewhere.
Pick up the notched metal scabbard at the entrance of the alley and insert it.
He walked downstairs to the house he bought as if nothing had happened.
There was absolutely no intention of disposing of the body.
Going upstairs, there was only silence.
The night is getting deeper.
After another ten minutes, a man wearing a large trench coat walked in from the other end of the alley.
Behind him were several silent men in suits.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
He stopped and stood in front of a pool of blood.
He looked at the relatively intact body on the ground with interest.
The man had his hands in his coat pockets, but he didn't care at all that the cigarette ashes from his mouth fell on the motionless body.
"How miserable."
He knelt down and watched, mumbling strange words that no one could understand.
"master" Beside, among the group of men in suits who had been standing for a few minutes, a young man said carefully in a questioning tone, as if he was afraid that the man squatting on the ground would be angry.
"What" "My second brother is really that strong."
The camera zoomed in, only to realize that this man in a black suit looked exactly like Wang Ming.
The remaining point is just a matter of changing the hair style.
Bald.
Didn't answer him.
The man squatted for a while holding the burning camel in his mouth.
For a long time, he stood up and said, but it was more like talking to himself.
"Not a warrior at all, just a madman trying to survive."
The alley fell into silence again, and only the sound of smoking could be heard.
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But no one dared to break this atmosphere, because this curly-haired man wearing a windbreaker was none other than the current security chief of the border city.
No. 45 on the red list, Crow, Zhang Hao
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