City Marshal

Chu Tian sighed inwardly, just now he had just made a move, and he already knew that although these four people were far from him, they had strong arms, and his hand holding the knife felt slightly numb at this moment. After one move, he didn't dare to make a rash move, because he lost the chance to kill the enemy with one move.

The light of the saber reappeared, but this time the four of them used their sabers in different order. They slashed out without stopping, and turned to Chu Tian's side in an instant. It only takes a moment for the knife to strike in circles, the light of the knife is like rolling snowflakes, and the continuous attacks come.

Chu Tian was already powerless to attack, so he could only use his saber to protect him. Every time the enemy attacked, it seemed that he was unable to avoid it, but the saber in his hand blocked in front of him at the right time, and he could only hear the sound of "dang dang dang" I could hear it endlessly, the ground in Chutian was swaying to and fro, seemingly about to fall down at any time, but it was even tougher than the old bamboo in the mountains.

The four killers who made the attack all felt that the resistance was getting weaker and weaker. Knowing that Chutian's internal energy had decayed and was unable to attack again, they all thought that even if this person didn't turn over and fall down, he would abandon the sword on the ground. Dozens of knives were slashed, but the scene was still deadlocked!The scene became confrontational again.

The cold wind was blowing slowly from the alley, but Chutian couldn't wake up, and he leaned against the wall to breathe undisguisedly. Suddenly, a soft hum came from the end of the alley, piercing everyone's eardrums like ice. Following the cold hum, one person Walking in slowly, it was Ouyang Caiwei who was dressed in black and had a cool face.

A young man followed closely behind Ouyang Caiwei. Although he was only of medium stature, his face was sinister and piercing, which gave people a feeling of coldness and ruthlessness. He is extraordinarily frightening. He is the kind of person who has been proud of himself for a long time. He walks like a ghost, floating like a ghost, as if his feet are not touching the ground, which makes people feel chills.

A smile appeared on Chutian's face, and he exhaled a few breaths and said, "I thought I just died in a daze, but I never thought that I would know who killed me before I died. Miss Ouyang really worked hard, I have to admit , in my rivers and lakes career, this is the first time that I feel hopeless in a match."

Ouyang Caiwei saw that Chutian's whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and knew that he was at the end of his strength, but she couldn't help being surprised, and said slowly: "Chutian, you are stronger than I imagined. The colorless and odorless poison can still keep you alive until now, so it can be seen that the siege I prepared is completely correct."

It really was Ouyang Caiwei's poison!But Chu Tian was still a little puzzled, and asked with the last of his strength: "Miss Ouyang, thank you for your attention, but before I die, can you tell me when I was poisoned? Anyone, any object, could it be... the Lin family?" Ouyang Caiwei nodded with a smile, and said lightly: "You guessed it right!"

Chu Tian smiled wryly, and finally knew who made him fall into the trap. Lin Wudi, Lin Wudi's apology wine, that glass of wine as cold as snow, and the poison covered by ice and alcohol, couldn't help sighing sadly: "It's really true!" With good intentions, I apologized publicly at the dinner party, and I have to drink that glass of wine no matter what!"

With a sneer on her cold face, Ouyang Caiwei responded with a sneer: "You are right, but unfortunately it is too late, no one can save you tonight, Chutian, I said you have committed the seven deadly sins You have to die, but you have to stubbornly resist, don’t you think it’s ridiculous now? The rulings made by the underworld referees have never been invalidated.”

Chutian's eyelids became a little heavy. Although talking gave him the opportunity to catch his breath, the medicine also took effect at the same time. He stopped talking nonsense and straightened his body proudly and said with a smile: "But in my eyes, you are still trash. Miss Ouyang, if you want to If you want to kill me, do it quickly, lest there will be accidents after a long delay."

Ouyang Caiwei's complexion changed drastically, and she waved her jade hand lightly: "Send him on his way!"

As soon as the words fell, the four killers surrounded and killed them again. Two of them suddenly reflexed and stabbed up obliquely, and slashed out with several knives. The speed and smoothness were strange and unpredictable. Chu Tian seemed to be overwhelmed and staggered on the ground.

As the assassins stopped drinking, Chutian felt pain in his left arm just as he took a breath. He had been stabbed twice in his left arm, and the blood was dripping down. As if falling forward, Chu Tian suddenly swung his saber and slashed horizontally. Chu Tian suddenly turned his body, crossed his feet to avoid it, and swung two sabers with all his strength.

The two people in the back were caught off guard by the attack, they only felt that the knife was faster than Lei Ben, their throats felt slightly cold, they had already turned over and fell to the ground, without making a sound, the faces of the two in front changed drastically, they shouted loudly and stepped forward, and slashed out with two knives. , Chutian became angry and couldn't dodge, so he could only turn sideways again to avoid the blade, and swung Minghong's sword with his backhand!The two killers had more than an inch of wound on their chests, and blood gushed out and fell to the ground.

And Chutian also fell on his back, and he couldn't hold on anymore. The knife wound and the medicine had exhausted all his strength and thoughts. At this time, let alone a master, even an ordinary person could easily stab him to death with a knife, although He was very unwilling, but he didn't have time to regret it. He looked up at the sky of Hong Kong, hoping to see a piece of fireworks and die in peace.

Seeing Chutian fall, Ouyang Caiwei sighed softly, and waved her fingers lonely. The young man behind him pulled out a snake-shaped spear with his backhand. Walking to Chutian's side seemed to make himself the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"You're fine."

The man said something suddenly.

Chu Tian moved his eyes to his hands, but suddenly smiled and said, "You can't."

The man's eyes were suddenly as sharp as a knife's edge, and he sneered and said, "You deserve it too?" The air seemed to freeze at this moment, Chu Tian still had that faint smile on his face, and the mantra sounded faintly as the sharp edge approached his throat: "Stop! "

Chu Tian's final consciousness did not see the brilliant fireworks, but he saw the deep eyes of Par Wumang, the unworldly genius in the music world, the son of Hinduism, who was slowly approaching him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth as if he could see through the world. His sharp indifference, his wandering eyes imply sharpness, not strong, not low-key.

The eyes of the young man holding a snake-shaped spear suddenly sharpened, and he shot straight at Par Wumang with eyes that could see through people. The instruction asked coldly: "Who are you? Why stop me?" Par Wumang responded indifferently: "Save people!"

Ouyang Caiwei's pink face changed slightly, and she shouted sharply: "Kill him!"

Four assassins surrounded him, and the surrounding crossbows also aimed at Par Wumang. Although they didn't know how he got in, they knew that he was dead.

Paer Wumang exuded a monstrous fighting intent and murderous aura all over his body. The piercing murderous aura made people feel bloody howls, but behind the murderous aura was hidden a huge Buddhist law. The four closest killers couldn't bear such pressure at first. After feeling the beating of the heart, the eyes suddenly darkened, and all four of them passed out.

Momentum killing is not a myth.

Countless crossbow arrows were shot through the air, but seeing Pal Wumang gently waving his left hand, the crossbow arrows were immediately reversed, and fiercely shot back at the person holding the crossbow. After more than a dozen screams, they gradually regained their composure. Still calmly facing the crowd, he walked slowly towards Chutian.

This man, in words and deeds, is extremely gorgeous.

The young man holding a snake-shaped spear was slightly shocked, his footsteps moved faster, the spear pointed forward, seemingly attacking but not attacking, seemingly defending but not defending, the blade continued to strengthen the threat to the opponent as he walked, and the spear moved in front of him, Lightly holding one end of the serpentine spear with both hands, the tip of the spear trembled, waiting for the gap to fire.

The young man spat out coldly: "If you want to save someone, step over my dead body!"

Par Wumang ignored the monstrous murderous aura, and responded lightly: "Okay! Kill you."

When Pal Wumang got two meters closer to him, he let out a yell, twisted his body, and the snake-shaped gun pierced out with lightning. The length of the gun assassinated the opponent from a long distance, and the young and frivolous still did not learn from the dead accomplice.

Paer Wumang's eyes opened slightly, avoiding the long spear piercing the heart, his right hand unscrupulously slashed at the end of the spear point sideways, as long as there was a slight difference, it would hit the space in front of the spear point, the most wonderful place It is the moment when he grasps the opponent's spear strength and is eager to change his moves due to the piercing, and the momentum turns from prosperity to decline.

The young man's body trembled violently. Although what Palm Wumang hit with his bare hands was the point of the spear, what he hit was the Qi and blood meridian points all over his body. It was like a big iron awl driven by an electric drill piercing his chest hard. He almost felt very sad. He vomited blood and fell, but he was also very good. He retreated hurriedly, and the snake-shaped gun swung and shook, forming a gun net to protect himself.

Pal Wumang sighed softly, relying on the detached state of unity of mind and mind, allowing the body to make the most subtle reaction, drew two circles with his right hand, and then slowly stabbed into the gun net, although the movement was slow and recognizable, but The empty gun tip could not stop him from entering, and the next moment, he had already grasped the gun awl and exerted all his inner strength.

The energy generated was soaring, rolled up a cloud of dust, and formed a force field like a demon. The young man changed his moves in a hurry and stabbed again. He no longer had the demeanor of a master who was as calm as a mountain before the fight. After taking a few steps, it seemed that he was thrown into the shadow of the gun to die, but his figure could pass through the shadow of the gun without hindrance.

Without hearing the sound of swords and guns clashing, they arrived behind the young man.

The audience was so quiet that a needle could be heard.