Female president's private killer

What burns is passion, what burns is life in full bloom!

Duan Tianci was as strong as a nail. When his legs were tight on the ground, his body suddenly fell forward. With his hands dragging a long saber and holding the strength of his whole body, the tiger rushed away!

Feeling the strong wind coming in the face, looking at the man who dragged the knife behind him, LAN asked, with a mixed look of pity and ridicule in his eyes. His right hand stretched out his cuffs and spread his fingers in the night wind.

The sound of breaking the wind is not the air flow rolled up by Duan Tianci's tiger, but the sound of the deep sunset being torn up by some force. The sound of the sword shadow buzzing that doesn't disappear in the back is so loud that it immediately tears the sky and stabs Duan Tianci's back like lightning!

The grass swept by the wind suddenly calmed down, then the panic dispersed everywhere, the water mist suddenly condensed, and then settled to the ground very slowly, as if the time had become much slower.

What a powerful blow!

Feeling the absolute cold coming from the back and the sharp meaning that he had begun to break his heart and liver before touching, Duan Tianci felt this emotion in his mind and knew that the hand of death was about to brush his back.

But he didn't look back, he didn't dodge, he was still as violent as a fierce tiger, and he was still running, because he knew that there was no way back. Dodging at such a close distance was just futile. At this moment, he could only run towards death or faster than death, so that he could have the last glimmer of hope.

Rushed to the place where LAN asked for two steps in front of him. Duan Tianci totally ignored the close breath of death behind him, stared at each other's neck, and cut his whole body's strength on the saber with his hands!

Looking at the fierce knife light coming from the front, LAN asked. There was no expression on his face. He clearly saw that the long sword under his perception and control had flown behind Duan Tianci like lightning. The boy would die before the blade fell.

The sabre in Duan Tianci's hand is three feet from LAN Weng's neck.

The long sword of LAN asked was a foot away from Duan Tianci's back.

The flying sword controlled by the monk is faster than the sword wielded by the best swordsman in the world.

In any case, although Duan Tianci bravely fought a desperate opportunity, it's a pity that this last fight can only kill himself, but it can't hurt LAN Wen at all.

At the next moment, Duan Tianci should have died, but he didn't.

He quietly released his left hand by pulling the knife and chopping. He naturally extended his left hand to his back and held a hard object protruding from the wrapped cloth.

He held a knife in his hand.

Slender and stable fingers held the knife and made an effort to turn it. With a "Shua" sound, they flew back to block the humming and shrill shadow of the sword.

LAN asked, mobilizing all his senses and making the shadow of the sword of the final blow, with endless power. However, when the long sword stabbed the seemingly ordinary Throwing Knife, there were unimaginable follow-up changes.

There was no sound of tearing, and there was no sound of fierce collision.

The sharp and unparalleled flying sword stabbed the small flying knife, like a fallen leaf falling into an endless swamp, or a tired mosquito gently landing on the dark plaque of the old square.

The flying sword with high-speed vibration and buzzing seemed to be stuck to the flying knife, and suddenly returned to absolute silence.

A moment later, the fallen leaves falling into the boundless mire slowly sank without a trace. The tired mosquitoes falling on the dark plaque of Laofang were powerless to fall into the air and to the end of life.

The previously smart and sharp long sword seemed to lose all life in an instant, so it fell from behind and slowly fell to the ground.

In the world of heaven and earth aura, a thread is broken.

Asked LAN. His expression suddenly changed. He found that he couldn't feel his long sword. With a fierce roar, his lips burst out, his palms coincided, and clamped the blade split by Duan Tianci with one hand!

There is a hair line between his palm and Duan Tianci's blade, which is not completely touched, but in that very subtle space... It seems that some power fills it, as tight as cotton.

The shrill sound reverberated in the field. When the long sword that had just fallen to the ground heard the sound, it bounced, but it could not fly again. It looked very miserable and futile. It was like an old mosquito falling on the frost ground in late autumn. Its thin wings were frozen into glass ice. The so-called struggle was more like a convulsion before death.

Blue asked. His eyes were full of killing intention. He drank again. His palms opened the cold knife face by mistake. His right hand came out through the sleeve face. His body glanced obliquely and bounced from the chair. He pointed out that the sword stabbed Duan Tianci's throat.

LAN asked and pointed to Duan Tianci's throat. He drew an arc slightly to the left and right, which was farther than the straight stabbing distance, which also gave Duan Tianci's final reaction at the critical moment of life and death.

He had to, because he wanted to avoid the throwing knife that Duan Tianci might send at any time. Subconsciously, he didn't want to touch his throwing knife, even if he touched a point.

LAN asked. He didn't know what the little flying knife was. As a body refiner, he could vaguely feel the fear that the little flying knife brought to him, which was the fear in the monk's instinct.

It is precisely because of this deepest fear that Lan asked that his finger sword was a little slower than the normal level, and it was just taking advantage of this very short time... Duan Tianci had time to avoid his body.

Blue asked, humming softly, and the green veins on his pale face were hidden.

Duan Tianci stepped back by one point.

With a "poof", blood gushed from Duan Tianci's mouth and nose, spread along the edge of his cheek, and dyed his handsome face red.

The corners of blue's eyes also began to drip blood drops, and the fine awn in his eyes became darker and darker. He would feel that he had squeezed too much and was about to run out of oil.

Now it depends on who can last longer.

Duan Tianci raised his head with great difficulty. Some godless eyes looked at umbrella LAN and asked. He found that Lan's thin cheeks had become thinner and his eye sockets were deep. He must be unable to hold on.

Suddenly, Duan Tianci felt that his power was weak!

He raised his head abruptly, held the sabre tightly in his left hand, pressed the sabre against his chest, and took a forced step forward!

The sabre is like an unbreakable shield, pushing LAN Wen back a step!

A fierce howl from the young man's mouth when the beast fought cruelly. He mobilized the last remaining strength in his body, picked up the military knife dragged on the ground and cut it hard!

With a crack, the blade wedged deeply into the deep part of LAN's neck, and then continued to move forward with a terrible bone breaking sound until it came out from the other side.

LAN asked. The eyes on his head stared at Duan Tianci strangely. Then his head tilted, fell from his neck, bounced twice on the ground and rolled into the grass.

The sabre dropped slowly, and the handle was still firmly held in Duan Tianci's hand.

The sun has just completely set. The dark curtain that sank is so deep. At this time, the field is so quiet.

Duan Tianci strode to the depths of the plain with a knife. Despite his blood, he revealed his scarlet clothes, which were very beautiful.

The sunset glow reddened half the sky, reddened a forest and dyed the whole southern spring red.

At the same time, the top floor of the sea.

Duan Tiandao's women are sitting around, and they don't hide their worries.

"I don't know. How's brother Duan now?" Xiao Tao sighed slightly, worried, with a trace of worry on his good-looking face, but fleeting: "he would never leave without saying goodbye like this, unless... There is a real danger."

"This is not the time to think about it." Mao Lan shook her head and glanced at the worried women: "if Duan Tiandao's enemies want to deal with him, they may also deal with the closest people around him... So what we have to do is to ensure our own safety, not drag him down and create trouble for him."

"How to ensure safety?" Zhou Xiaohua looked at Mao Lan: "have you been here all the time? If it is really dangerous, how can the sea tycoons be safe? "

The women were stunned and agreed with Zhou Xiaohua. They all looked at Mao Lan. She was a big room. Of course, these things should be decided by her.

"That's right." Mao Lan nodded, looked at the women and smiled: "I'll call old Su and ask him to send someone over. I believe his guard is there. Those people shouldn't be so short-sighted."

Naturally, no one will refuse Mao Lan's proposal. At this time, they are just worried about where Duan Tiandao is and whether it is dangerous.

Mao Lan is also very worried, but she is a big room. The more this time, the less she can panic. She should be calm and have the ability to deal with emergencies.

She took the phone out of her pocket, found the number of Mr. Su and dialed it.

"Xiao Lan? Why did you think of calling me? " Old Su's hearty voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I have something to trouble you." Mao Lan said in a calm tone and then explained: "there may be something wrong with the way of heaven. I'm worried that we will be in danger, so I'll call you..."

"Oh?" Master Su's voice immediately calmed down: "what happened to him? Can I help you? "

Mao Lan smiled bitterly: "you also know him. Even if he is in trouble, how can he ask others for help?"

"Well... You said the same." Master Su took a breath: "don't worry. I know better than you about Duan Tiandao's ability. Nothing in the world can defeat him. You just need to wait for him to come back. I'll send my guard camp right now. "

"Then please." After saying a few words on the phone, Mao Lan hung up and smiled at the girls: "we'll wait for him here... Don't worry, the scourge will never die."

Ladies: "

Different from the calm of the women, Mo Mo always felt restless. She bit her white teeth and hesitated for a moment: "I'm going to find brother Duan!"

The women were stunned and asked in unison, "do you know where he is?"

"No, I don't know..." Mo Mo was also stunned, but she immediately recovered: "but... I have a way to find him!"

"What can I do?"

"Don't mind anyway!" Mo Mo said, standing up from his chair: "I'll find him now. You wait here for my news."

"I'll go with you." Mao Lan thought for a moment and stood up from his chair: "I have to go and see such things as public and private."

"We're going too!" The women responded.

Mo Mo rolled his eyes and glanced at the women who all stood up: "I know you are worried, but have you ever thought that I can at least work hard and help brother Duan, how about you?"

The women asked by Mo Mo were speechless. As Mo Mo said, they really couldn't do anything.

If Duan Tiandao really has something to do, they will make trouble when they go.

"Ah." Mo Mo didn't know where to take out a rope, threw it on the table and said, "you jump the rope here. When you're tired, we'll come back!"

Ladies: "