Beautiful Sweetheart

At the moment when Zifeng and black cat had completely given up their resistance to meet the arrival of death, a dark shadow burst out in the distance. The speed was almost as fast as Tang Xiaofan's.

Tang Xiaofan also smelled the dangerous smell for the first time, which has reached the level that can endanger his life.

Tang Xiaofan frowned. As a top-level killer, he naturally has the dignity that a top-level killer should have. How can he let his prey go like this? The throwing knife goes straight into the heart of black cat and Zifeng without hesitation.

But the speed of the shadow was so fast that it rushed to Tang Xiaofan's body in the twinkling of an eye. With a flash of cold light, the sleeve of the shadow suddenly split open, showing an arm blade.

"Ding!" Tang Xiaofan's stabbed throwing knife was stiffly blocked down, metal friction, with a string of sparks.

The black figure was the man who was called the leader by Zifeng. He was still wearing the cloak like a fisherman, but now he had a pair of sharp eyes on his ordinary face.

Under one blow, the two men were almost equal, but the supporting leg of the cloak man slightly moved back a little step, obviously suffered a small loss in this first collision.

Tang Xiaofan failed, but also decisively back two steps, and the Cape man opened the distance.

"Tang Xiaofan, it's not good to kill me like this." The cloak man said without expression, but his eyes were full of anger, because he had seen a familiar corpse lying on the ground.

"Chief..." Purple Phoenix and black cat see the comer, also know that this life is back.

"Storm, you come out at last. I thought you would not show up until I killed them all." Tang Xiaofan said without expression.

The storm snorted coldly, then looked at Zifeng and black cat who were seriously injured behind him, frowned and said: "shame, don't you go quickly, do you want to die again?"

Black cat and purple Phoenix where still dare to stay here, cover is still bleeding wound stood up, although seriously injured, but still the first time out of this dangerous battlefield.

However, as soon as black cat and Zifeng left, a small team of Tangmen cannon fodder surrounded them. The muzzle of the gun pointed at the storm. As soon as they gave an order, they would sieve the storm.

The storm glanced back and said in a cold voice, "are they gifts for me?"

Tang Xiaofan frowned as soon as the words came down, because the storm ignored Tang Xiaofan's existence and turned to kill those Tangmen cannon fodder who pointed at him with the muzzle of the gun. The blade of his arm immediately saw blood.

The cannon fodder of the Tang clan was beheaded before they could shoot a bullet. The cloak of the storm was covered with blood, and the blade of his arm was covered with blood. The ground was covered with blood and brain. It was disgusting. But the storm licked the blood on the blade of his arm and showed a cruel smile.

"It's some cannon fodder. I thought it was the killer of Tangmen. It's a waste." Said the storm with disappointment.

"Ha ha, Sun Hong actually sent you out. It seems that he has no bodyguards around now." Tang Xiaofan said with a smile while clapping his hands.

Storm brow a frown, because Tang Qing Cang a words in his heart most worried place. But the storm suddenly moved, towards Tang Qingcang, the speed is amazing.

But Tang Qingcang is not surprised, watching the storm hit him, not moved at all, because as long as there is Tang Xiaofan, he is not afraid of this kind of attack.

At the same time, Tang Xiaofan also moved, blocking in front of Tang Xiaofan, holding two throwing knives in his hand. "Ding!" The throwing knife and the arm blade collide again, but they are still equal.

Storm frowned, but his attack could not be stopped. He turned and soared into the air. His other hand also stretched out from his sleeve. But on this hand, there was no palm, just a black ball. On his arm, there was another blade.

This seemingly fancy action was completed in an instant. With the force of falling, the storm once again attacked Tang Xiaofan with his arm blade. This time, Tang Xiaofan only used a flying knife to block it.

Passive defense is not Tang Xiaofan's personality. As soon as he blocked the blade of his arm, another Throwing Knife shot out. I'm afraid that the gap between them was just a breath to complete the counterattack.

The storm turned over again. The flying knife broke his cloak, but it didn't hurt him. As soon as the storm hit the ground, Tang Xiaofan's Throwing Knife hit again.

"Ding Ding Ding!" The storm waved his arm blade to block the flying knives one by one, but every time he blocked the flying knives with the arm blade of his left hand, it was obviously more difficult than with his right hand.

After a wave of offensive, Tang Xiaofan did not continue, but stopped, looked at the storm and said: "your left hand is not cured, does your wrist hurt?"

When the storm heard the words, there was a flash of anger in his eyes. This anger was not the ordinary anger, but the hatred in his heart aroused by Tang Xiaofan.

If you understand, you will know that these two people have a story.

"Tang Xiaofan, you let me lose a hand, I will let you lose a life, I have already told you this sentence." The storm sank.It turned out that the dark thing in his left hand was nothing but a prosthetic hand. The palm of his left hand was cut off from his wrist. The killer was obviously Tang Xiaofan in front of him.

"Whenever you can." Tang Xiaofan, as always, has no expression, even in the face of the old enemy.

"This hand, still in pain, reminds me all the time to take revenge. Tonight is the time for me to take revenge." Storm emotion abnormal excited said.

"Oh." Tang Xiaofan buttoned his ears, and his tone was a little lazy. He didn't pay attention to the words of the storm.

"To die!" Seeing that Tang Xiaofan didn't care so much, the storm was angry. He showed his two arm blades and rushed directly to Tang Xiaofan.

Tang Xiaofan's face did not change. He turned his hand and took out two throwing knives to fight with the storm.

These two monster level killers are dizzying when they fight. Before they can see the first action, the second action will follow. It's not too dazzling to describe them.

But Tang Xiaofan kept his hand from the beginning to the end. He just coped with the storm, but he didn't use all his strength, because his keen nerves told him that tonight would not end so easily.

"Grey storm, Sun Hong, you are not idle these years." Tang Qingcang looks at the storm that hits together with Tang Xiaofan, the face dew dignified.