Monarch of Evernight: The third knife of seventy-nine

bsp;The young man turned his hands outwards at a weird angle and was speechless. He could only fall to the ground and roll around desperately, screaming. He fainted from the pain after a few screams.

When the people in the alley saw this scene, they all changed their colors.

The leader, a skinny man in colorful clothes, roared angrily: "Whoever dares to touch our Big Sword Gang! Come together and chop him up!"

Several gangsters drew out their machetes and swarmed forward, slashing down on Qianye's head and face. The machetes they used were all of the same style, about half a meter long, with thick backs and straight blades. With such weight and sharpness, they could break bones with one slash.

The faces of these gangsters were all distorted and ferocious, and they clearly exerted great effort in their movements. Several machetes roared, as if they wanted to cut Qianye into several pieces immediately.

Qianye dealt with it very easily. He turned slightly and walked through the gap between the two machetes. He grabbed the thin man in the lead, waved his arm and slapped him directly on the side of the alley. on the wall.

With a muffled bang, a human-shaped pit appeared on the red brick wall. The skinny man's entire body was embedded in the wall and he passed out.

At the same time, Qianye kicked a gangster from the side and sent him flying more than ten meters. Then he waved his backhand and slapped the other gangster into the air, spinning several times. As soon as he hit the ground, blood mixed with a few teeth spattered on the wall on the other side.

In a blink of an eye, only the last one of the group of gangsters was left, and he was also the most ruthless strong man. However, he tried his best to slash, but he still couldn't get the corner of Qianye's clothes. Qianye casually held his wrist, twisted it, and easily turned the strong man's arm, which was as thick as an ordinary person's calf, into the direction of the machete's blade.

In an instant, except for Qianye, no one in the entire alley could stand up.

Qianye’s frowned eyebrows did not go away, and his intuition told him that this matter was not as simple as it seemed. Even in places like Blackstream City and Dark Blood City on the Eternal Night Continent where strong men represent the law, the gangsters in the city would not act so cruelly without any special reason.

Qianye turned around, and another strong man with a bald head and tattoos rushed out of the alley behind him. With a murderous look on his face, he held a large-caliber force gun and pointed it at Qianye and pulled the trigger.

Before the trigger even reached the end, Qianye stomped **** the ground. A shock wave traveled along the ground to the soles of the strong man's feet, causing him to fly into the air. As for the roaring shot, I don't know where it hit.

With a plop, the bald man fell heavily to the ground, and even the force gun flew out of his hand. Qianye appeared beside him at some unknown time, stretched out his right hand, and steadily caught the force gun that fell from the air.

The bald man was about to turn over when he suddenly found that the still-hot muzzle of the Force gun was pressed against his cheekbone, and he did not dare to move at that moment.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he stuttered: "No, don't kill me! I am also following orders, there is nothing I can do about it!"

Qianye ignored him and slowly raised his head.

A ferocious man, two meters tall, was slowly walking into the alley. The skirt of his outer robe was open, revealing a strong chest covered with black hair, and three swords, one long and two short, hung conspicuously on his waist.

The man walked to Qianye and stood ten meters away, pointed at himself with his thumb, and said: "I am Ma Zuo, and the brothers on the road call me Ma Sandao. But in recent years, you can see me There are not many people left with the third sword."

Qianye looked at Ma Sandao. In the real field of vision, the nine Force nodes on Ma Sandao were shining brightly, and the aura was very strong. However, the activity of the Force in each node was different. Some were too active, and some were too active. But it's not enough, and there are a lot of impurities mixed in.

It seems that the man who calls himself Masandao is a ninth-level warrior, and has been at this level for a long time. He just has a poor foundation in cultivation. Although his force is deep, it is not pure enough. He wants to be promoted to a warrior. I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult.

Ma Santian frowned. Qianye's eyes that suddenly turned blue made him extremely uncomfortable. He felt as if he was suddenly naked from the inside out and could be seen at a glance.

He spat with some annoyance, took out his long sword from its sheath, pointed at Qianye, and shouted: "Boy, you are in trouble, someone paid a lot of money to let me take your life. Now let go of the bald head, and then Hand over the goods obediently, I will make the decision for you, Mr. Ma.”

Qianye said calmly: "I am not in the habit of letting go of people who want to kill me."

As he spoke, he directly pulled the trigger, and with the roar of the force gun, the strong man's head was shattered.

"Bald!!" Ma Sandao roared wildly, his face instantly turned livid, his eyes fixed on Qianye like spitting fire, "Okay! I haven't seen such a reckless boy like you in many years! It seems that I haven't been out much recently, and no one remembers who Masandao is. Don't worry, little boy, I will try my best to find your family after killing you, and let them bury you together. !"

Ma Sandao jumped up and rushed in front of Qianye in an instant. With the strong wind, the long sword struck Qianye on the head.

In Qianye's eyes, before the Ma Sandao was swung down, the surrounding force had already been affected by it and rippled, and a ripple was emitted in front of the blade, clearly showing the killing trajectory of the sword.

The moment Qianye took a step forward, the blade of the blade passed by him, and he passed by easily.

Ma Sandao was shocked. In fact, even if Qianye held the sword head-on, Ma Sandao would not be more surprised. At his level, although he is still unable to arouse the power of heaven and earth like a warrior, he can already affect the area where the attack reaches. Normal opponents would never dare to move close to the blade in such a hurry. And Qianye not only did it, but he was also unscathed.

However, although Ma Sandao was surprised, his men did not stop for a moment. He took advantage of the momentum and continued to charge forward. He pulled out a short knife with his left hand and slashed Qianye's waist with his backhand.

The angle of this knife is very tricky, and the force of the blade shoots out more than half a meter long. Once it cuts into the body skin, it is almost the same as being hit directly by the blade.

However, Qianye didn't even move his steps. He just drew in his abdomen and avoided another killing blow from Ma Sandao.

Ma Sandao was really shocked this time. He raised his long sword and pointed it at Qianye, gritted his teeth and said: "Well, you little bastard, you can't tell it's quite slippery! I'll let you take a look at mine. The third knife!"

As he spoke, Ma Sandao's left hand reached for the third knife on his waist. But he already holds a short knife in his left hand. Is he planning to grab two knives in one hand?

But Qianye saw that the force force suddenly fluctuated at the blade of the long sword in Ma Sandao's right hand, and a line went straight forward, heading straight for Qianye's chest.

Qianye's heart moved, and the Crimson Fang was already in his hand. Then he raised his hand, and a shining sword light appeared in front of him.

At this moment, Ma Sandao shouted loudly, the long knife shook, and the tip of the knife suddenly separated from the blade, shooting out like lightning, piercing Qianye's heart. It turns out that this is his third knife!

At this time, the light curtain curled up by the Crimson Fang had taken shape. With a clang, the blade fired by Masandao hit it head-first, then bounced away and flew away far away.

That’s it! Qianye suddenly felt enlightened. You can see the flow of the Force under real vision, and you can judge the opponent's attack route accordingly. Although it is only a short-term prediction, in the ever-changing close combat, this opportunity is enough to change the outcome of the battle.

Qianye stretched out his hand to his waist, and the **** mandala fell into his left hand, aiming directly at Masandao.

Ma Sandao suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of danger. It was the fear of death at his fingertips. However, in close combat, the force gun could only exert limited power. He roared and threw himself at Qianye.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides entered the melee range, and the force gun was useless. Qianye shouted, but did not distance himself. He turned his right wrist and stabbed Ma San's chest and abdomen with his crimson fangs.

Ma Sandao let out a strange cry, crossed his two swords, and twisted them towards the short blade. But for some reason, Qianye's sword stabbed slower and slower, and Ma Sandao struck last, catching the Crimson Fang.

As soon as the three knives came into contact, Ma Sandao was struck by thunder. The two knives flew out of his hands. The crimson teeth did not pause at all, and pierced directly into his abdomen until the handle was gone.

With a strong force on Qianye's hand, Ma San Dao flew backwards, hit the wall of the courtyard beside the alley, and fell to the ground. However, there was not a trace of blood left on the edge of Crimson Fang's Senhan Blade.

Qianye walked towards Masandao, "Now, tell me who wants my life. If you are more cheerful and I am in a good mood, I might spare your life. If you don't want to tell me, It doesn’t matter, let’s see who can be tougher between you and them.”

As he spoke, Qianye had a bunch of strange gadgets in his hands, like various metal wires. Ma Sandao's expression changed immediately. Of course he knew what this was. It was a special torture instrument! These strange little things, in the hands of experts, would be much more terrifying than whips and irons.

Seeing Qianye approaching, Ma Sandao couldn't help but tremble, and shouted hurriedly: "Wait a minute! I have something to say! You have provoked someone you can't afford to provoke. It's best to put the goods down now, and then Fly away!"

"Can't afford to offend? How unprovoked?" Qianye took another step forward.

At this moment, Qianye suddenly felt something strange around him, and seemed to hear some strange scream in his ears. The sound was actually very slight, but now it was particularly clear. This can only be said that the surroundings are too quiet.

Qianye stopped, his pupils turned blue again, the string of jumping gadgets quietly disappeared into his hands, and his hand was placed on the holster at his waist.

At this moment, the sun is high in the sky, pouring down its fiery light, and the chirping of cicadas can be heard in the distance. If you ignore the few gangsters on the ground who don't know whether they are alive or dead, then there are only two living people left in the entire alley, Qianye and Masandao.

It's too quiet.

It is daytime now, and this alley is located in the central area of ​​the city. Although it is a little remote, no one will be seen at the entrance of the alley for a long time. Where have everyone gone?

Ma Sandao, who was on the ground, was covering the wound on his abdomen with one hand and kept panting. The look of panic on his face became thicker, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of a roaring engine. An armed off-road vehicle squeezed into the alley and stopped abruptly.

Several soldiers jumped out of the car, all pointing their guns in this direction. The colors and emblems of their military uniforms clearly showed the identity of Zhao Clan's private army, which was the city defense army of Lipin City.