The owner of the blue eyes is dressed as an island ninja, dressed in tight black, with a bald head, a black mask covering his mouth and nose, and a headscarf on his head. He squatted at the staircase on the second floor, holding an island country in his right hand, and his left hand behind his back, looking at Lang Zhan with an interested look. "Gabriel, I heard that you assassinated the president of the Thunder Country, Oguanhai? Then you're really bold enough, but in our killer business, you can't be bold—" Ninja Shi Shiran said, shaking his right wrist and gently slamming his shoulder with the back of his knife.

Lang Zhan stood still and said to Zhao Shilong, "I'll leave it to you." ”

The dragon nodded, and walked past him towards the ninja.

"Gabriel is doing you a deed—" the ninja said to the Ryu, and with a slight tiptoe of his toes, he slid straight down, sliding out five steps, and swung out his right hand.

The sword flashed, Zhao Shilong did not avoid it, his right hand was pulled from his waist, and the belt flew out. "Wow-" The collision of the belt and the metal collided. No matter how wide the staircase is, it is also a narrow space. Fighting in a confined space requires extremely high physical flexibility and flexibility. The ninja was condescending, and he originally had a height advantage, but if he kept squatting, it was tantamount to giving up this geographical advantage. But Rao is so, I don't know if he is relying on the speed of the knife or his own strength is good, the first few moves, he was actually stunned to completely suppress Zhao Shilong, so that Zhao Shilong took two steps back in a row, until he was shoulder to shoulder with Lang Zhan.

Lang Zhan: "I can't get by like this," he said, and the sword of Damocles was drawn.

Zhao Shilong: "That's all right, right?" As he spoke, his right hand trembled, and the belt jumped up as if it had life, and then wrapped it directly.

The ninja drew his sword, and the dragon jumped up, kicking his feet on the handrail of the stairs and the wall, and then, as the ninja dragged the hilt behind him, the fit slammed into it.

The ninja drew his knife to cut off the belt. But Zhao Shilong's belt doesn't know what kind of material, or Zhao Shilong has internal strength, and uses the word "winding", the ninja not only failed to cut the belt, but was also borrowed by Zhao Shilong, which is equivalent to pulling him to his side. The ninja must have some knowledge of Renkook Kung Fu, and he didn't dare to let the Origin Dragon collide, flipping his wrist while retreating with his long body.

Zhao Shilong himself didn't really want to hit him, so he took advantage of the situation and twisted his waist, handed his right hand to his left hand, brought his left hand out, and slammed his right hand to his cheek. The ninja stretched out his left hand to block, and the dragon pressed it, and the two of them were stacked on top of each other, leaning on the armrest.

Lang Zhan pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and had the intention to give the ninja a knife, but unexpectedly heard Zhao Shilong shouting: "He is mine!" He glared at Zhao Shilong in disgust, scolded "fault", passed past them, and then went straight to the third floor.

The staircase on the third floor is also guarded, and it is a guy dressed like a European medieval swordsman. Lang Zhan just stepped on the third floor, he jumped up with a left lunge, his right hand trembled, and the heavy sword pulled out a few sword flowers and stabbed at Lang Zhan. Starting from the "electric ghost", to the ninja and then to this swordsman, all of them are blocked at the door and staircase, and in this way, there are no silver taels here, Lang Zhan still doesn't understand that they are trying to block themselves and delay time for the sniper. "Looks like you're already enlightened?" He said in the language of birds, with the sword of Damocles in his right hand, first blocking and then chopping. The two swords collided, and the heavy sword broke immediately. The swordsman let out a strange cry in surprise and quickly stepped back. However, under the blood-colored vision, his speed was comparable to Lang Zhan, and he was almost unloaded by Lang Zhan's right arm.

The swordsman is also a character, and he didn't mess up at all when he suffered this big loss, and praised it: "Good sword!" He stepped back continuously, and after retreating a few steps, he jumped forward and stabbed Lang Zhan with the heavy sword that was only half of the body left.

Lang Zhan was anxious to run up, and when he saw this, he snorted coldly: "Do you really want to die? "Facing the sword, he cut off half of the swordsman's heavy sword again, and then stabbed forward.

"People like us earn cannon fodder money! Of course, if I can do you, then I can take a permanent vacation! The swordsman seemed to have guessed Lang Zhan's thoughts and said. As he spoke, he had a hand in his right hand, and only a little heavy sword was left in his palm, and then, with the hilt facing backwards, behind the hilt, a little cold star flew out with a "zheng" sound. The cold star flew out, spun rapidly around the sword of Damocles, and finally wrapped around Lang Zhan's right hand.

The Chill Star is a sharp piece of metal the size of a warhead, and behind the metal is a thread made of unknown material. Lang Zhan saw it clearly, without any confusion, and said, "Want to take a permanent vacation? I will fulfill you! His eyes were red, staring into the swordsman's eyes.

The swordsman had looked at him, but when he saw this, he closed his eyes, his right hand clenched, and a little cold star flew out of the hilt. He said, "Domineering hypnosis, huh?" Sorry, this is not a secret to us Rongdanwei! ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart. Lang Zhan was originally flipping his wrist, wanting to use the sharpness of the sword of Damocles to cut the line behind the cold star. Hearing this, his eyes shrank slightly, and while his right hand leaned forward, he kicked out with his left foot, and shot out of the cold star right in the middle and back.

Rong Danwei, I really admired the name for a long time. In the information given by Nina, the evaluation of Rong Danwei is the most mysterious and dangerous, and there is no record of misses. Mysterious and dangerous, Lang Zhan doesn't care, but there is no record of misses, this is really a terrifying record.

Han Xing was kicked by Lang Zhan and flew away against the swordsman, the swordsman seemed to have the ability to listen to all directions, obviously with his eyes closed, he could actually feel Han Xing's movements at the last point, he directly smashed the hilt of the sword towards Lang Zhan, and then quickly retreated, retreating, and pulled out two short kernels from behind him with both hands.

The hilt of the sword smashed, Lang Zhan wanted to swing the sword away, but he had this idea, and suddenly felt an alarm. This is not the first time he has encountered this situation, and he has already experienced it, which is to give the body maximum freedom to react instinctively according to muscle memory. I saw that he first received the sword of Damocles in front of him, and then knelt on the ground with a weak knees, and folded his upper body back until his back was against his heels. This action requires extremely high body flexibility, Rao is Lang Zhan's physical fitness is superb, when the back and heels are really together, the thigh muscle groups still have obvious pulling pain. However, when he saw a dozen cold stars passing in front of him, there was a mesh line behind the cold star. The mesh thread had taken his hair, and he cut off a few strands of his hair directly, and he knew that this little pain was worth it.

"Gabriel!" The swordsman burst out and strode forward, swinging his two short blades alternately, stabbing at Lang Zhan.

The swordsman is not slow, the key is to seize the moment. It's just that the time he thought was in front of the Scarlet Vision was supposed to be a second, but now there are only 0.01 seconds left at most. At 0.01 second, with Lang Zhan's ability, if he still succeeded, it is estimated that he would have died thousands of times.

In the swordsman's opinion, he only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and Lang Zhan who was lying on the ground was gone, and what was waiting for him was Lang Zhan, who had already knelt up. Next, a golden light exploded in front of his eyes, and he realized that something was wrong and wanted to close his eyes instinctively, his hands were light, and his waist was in sharp pain, and after he let out a scream, he fell backwards.

Lang Zhan stood up with his waist straight, looked at the few drops of blood left by the swordsman, raised his eyebrows, and turned to the fourth floor.

Running to the corner of the stairs on the third and fourth floors, he looked down and saw that Zhao Shilong and the ninja were still fighting, the ninja's body was unstable, and Zhao Shilong's right shoulder was a little strange, he shook his head and said to himself: "Lack of training!" ”

It was such a coincidence, when Lang Zhan was talking to himself, the air fluctuated, and he followed the prestige, and saw a slender blood-colored figure, and suddenly felt alarmed, and stepped aside.

"Duh!" Something flew past where he had just stood, hitting the wall, sparks flying everywhere. When Lang Zhan made a dodge move, he instinctively reminded him that he was wrong. It's just that there has never been a regret pill in the world, and what he can do is to try his best to make up for it and instantly open the mental barrier.

The owner of the slender blood-colored figure is a woman, who is beautiful and has a cold expression. She stood at the staircase on the fourth floor, threw her hands continuously, and in an instant, threw out more than ten flying knives.

Women are smart. No, it could also be an experienced relationship. Her first flying knife was aimed at Lang Zhan and thrown, and the dozen or so behind her were all thrown at Lang Zhan's right front. Throwing knives are not bullets, and they do not leave a trail of heat in the blood vision. But Rao is like this, Lang Zhan, no, it should be Lang Zhan's subconscious or through the vigilance of air fluctuations for the first time, he discovered this information, and then Lang Zhan opened the telekinesis barrier in time to block all these flying knives.

More than ten flying knives were all stopped, and the woman was a little surprised, but it was just a moment, she threw her hands together, and in an instant, more than a dozen flying knives shot towards Lang Zhan.

This time, Lang Zhan didn't let his eyes slip through these flying knives, his right wrist shook, and the sword of Damocles danced a sword flower, and in the sound of "ding dong", all the flying knives were opened. Then, he was about to run up, when he suddenly found that the woman seemed to have an extra cylinder in her hand, and he was startled and whispered: "Rainstorm pear flower needle?!" "Don't advance, retreat.

Lang Zhan's reaction was really fast, but the "Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle" he encountered this time was a little different. So, he only felt a numbness in his right knee, and immediately knew that he had been tricked.

"Do you really think you're Neo?!" The woman sarcastically said that it was actually a very authentic Renguo dialect. Then, she lunged downward, and at the same time, a new cylinder was added to her hand.

"Renkoku people?!" Lang Zhan asked a lot of questions, and then, he rushed forward, and the tip of the sword of Damocles once again glowed with a golden light.

"Dragon Talisman?!" The woman said, frowning, stopped, and asked, "Are you from the Immortal Society?" ”

The woman didn't start the rainstorm pear flower needle in her hand, but Lang Zhan didn't dare to act rashly, he looked at her and said, "If you don't fight, you don't get out of the way!" I don't have time for you to do homework. ”

"Okay, I'll let you," the woman gave him a deep look, turned around and ran back to the fourth floor, and walked away.

Lang Zhan didn't follow immediately, but waited for her to disappear before suddenly reversing the sword of Damocles and stabbing himself in the right leg.