Village Doctor's Magic Hands

For Lin Tianlong, the battle that has ended may still be just a beginning for Zhao Sanjin and his party. They lead the snake out of the cave with their lives. For Zhao Sanjin, it is more likely to be just an appetizer!

No one knows what will happen next waiting for Zhao Sanjin. Even Zhao Sanjin doesn't know.

In a remote deep lane in the county, the two forces are fighting without any fancy weapons. Their hands are just an ordinary knife. It looks like two gangs of underworld forces are fighting.

"I think the lone Eagle should have escaped!" Zhao Sanjin and Huolong walked proudly through the street, but they were stunned that no sniper came forward and had to let Zhao Sanjin draw such a conclusion.

"I think it's all?" the fire dragon also smiled at Huaxin, but his face soon became heavy. Looking at the two forces struggling in the deep lane, he said: "although the lone Eagle has gone, we still have a strong enemy. It's so strong that the lone Eagle fart is not the same in front of this person!"

Zhao sanking his curious eyes into the deep lane and said with a smile, "no, no, no, that's just for you!"

"Your uncle!" Huolong scolded angrily, but insisted: "this man is a character who has been hidden in Jianghai city but has never appeared. If it is not confirmed today, I will suspect that he is just a character created by the evil wind."

"Ghost?" Zhao Sanjin took his step back and motioned the fire dragon to continue.

"According to our investigation, ghosts can rank among the top 20 in the evil wind organization. If they hadn't done something wrong, they wouldn't have been sent to Jianghai city." Huolong looked dignified and looked at the deep lane. Under the leadership of ghosts, uncle Fu and his party could only barely understand the fact.

"The first twenty?" Zhao Sanjin smiled, twisted his arm and walked slowly towards the deep lane. The fire dragon who followed him could only smile bitterly and shake his head, hoping not to be beaten back when he took it.

Within the evil wind organization, the strong are like clouds. This is a fact known as early as when Zhao Sanjin and Huolong had not retired. It is natural to imagine their strength to rank among the top 20 in such an environment.

Zhao Sanjin crossed the crowd and looked at a man in a black cloak standing quietly in the middle. His slightly low head seemed to be unaffected by the outside world. If it weren't for his standing, most people would think he had fallen asleep.

And this person, without exception, is the ghost in the mouth of the fire dragon.

"Slower than I expected!" after Zhao Sanjin walked slowly to the ghost, the ghost raised his head so slowly, and a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth, setting off the loneliness and pride in his words incisively and vividly.

"Then you should thank me." Zhao Sanjin smiled noncommittally. They were like old acquaintances, chatting one by one.

"Why?" the ghost smiled, but very contemptuous!

"Because I let you live a little longer, shouldn't you thank me?" Zhao Sanjin spread his hands helplessly.

"It's so reasonable." the ghost nodded and looked like he agreed, but at the next moment, his face suddenly turned to one side and said coldly: "it's just that for a while, it's giving you a chance to see the world more!"

"Boo!" the ghost moves fiercely. Whether it's the movement of the body or the attack speed of the fist, it's really a ghost like the name.

It was the same punch, but Zhao Sankin retreated two or three steps, and then managed to stabilize his body.

Just a move, immediately stand high!

"It seems that there is some water in the name of Falcon?" the ghost smiled lightly and deliberately bit the word "Falcon" a little heavy.

"Sometimes misfortune comes from your mouth, haven't you heard of it?" Zhao Sanjin's face was a little cold. As long as Zhao Sanjin's team members knew what the code "Falcon" meant, it was the special code that Zhao Sanjin matched when he was cleaning up the evil wind organization.

The ghost can call it out with such confidence. It is enough to see that Zhao Sanjin's identity has nothing to hide among these people.

Zhao Sanjin's move took advantage of his strength to punch the ghost with the powerful force of his elbow. The two people who were originally equal in strength, Zhao Sanjin continuously supplied the mysterious strength in his body at the next moment, which will overwhelm the ghost in an instant.

"Interesting!" a faint smile appeared at the corners of the ghost's mouth. At the next moment, Zhao Sanjin's elbow strength lost its support and vented to the ground.

"What a fast speed!" Zhao Sankin whispered to himself, and his heart became very cautious.

If it's just a simple person with some ability or moves, Zhao Sanjin has absolute reason to believe that with the support of Xuanjin, it's only a matter of time to destroy each other.

But for people like ghosts, whose body shape has reached a certain point, Zhao Sanjin has no way to capture his position. From the moment the ghosts disappear, Zhao Sanjin can only be vigilant waiting for the emergence of ghosts.

However, at the next moment, Zhao Sanjin will be kicked off by the ghost's heavy fist or impolite kick.

This completely passive feeling makes Zhao Sanjin feel quite unhappy, and even his inner impulse to scold his mother is becoming stronger and stronger.

"How do you feel? I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time, isn't it very comfortable?" looking at Zhao Sanjin, who was able to stand up slowly, the ghost's mouth once again outlined a penetrating arc, leaned against the wall and asked condescending.

"It seems that you have only this ability." Zhao Sanjin spit out the blood at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and gently wiped it, sneered: "regardless of speed, you are just a lamb to be slaughtered!"

"Unfortunately, speed is my strength!" the ghost said with a smile, "isn't it interesting that life is pinched by others?"

"I will make you more interesting!" Zhao Sankin smiled coldly, his eyes flashed, and called himself too stupid to forget his killer mace!

"Really? I want to see!" the ghost smiled noncommittally, and his body disappeared in place again. His fist swung up and rushed to Zhao Sanjin's body at the next moment.

"White little beaver!" Zhao Sanjin shouted twice in his heart. Then he saw a flash of white light. Zhao Sanjin quickly said, "charm him!"

"I'll go..." Zhao Sanjin looked at the white beaver that disappeared in front of him for a moment. He was really frightened by such an amazing speed. NIMA was not normal human. Of course, except for the white beaver, the goods were not human

In the process of rapid movement, the white beaver shook three beautiful tails and immediately attracted the ghost's eyes. However, when his eyes fell on the white beaver, the ghost whispered bad.

The flash of light in the eyes of the white beaver made the ghost suddenly have no time to make the subconscious reaction of closing his eyes, and he had completely shot into the eyes of the ghost.

At the next moment, a sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Sanjin's mouth. Looking at the ghost whose speed had indeed decreased a lot, he raised his hand and took the initiative to greet it with a fist.

However, the ghost in a confused forced state seemed not to feel the power of Zhao Sanjin's fist. Although one punch made the ghost fly backward for a distance of 35 meters, it made Zhao Sanjin feel like a punch on cotton.

"Make a quick decision!" looking at the sky that has begun to open gradually, Zhao Sanjin once again gave Bai Xiaoli an instruction to confuse all the members of the evil wind.

Who knows, the goods nodded displeasantly on his face and stared at Zhao Sanjin with big eyes. It felt as if Zhao Sanjin had to be lost in a word. Zhao Sanjin was so frightened that he quickly changed his way: "come back and have a rest. It's hard for you!"

"Ouch..." this eased the look of Bai Xiaoli, and he jumped and disappeared in front of Zhao Sanjin.

Zhao Sanjin had a deep sense of powerlessness. He really felt that the white beaver was different from the Yellow demon. He was careless and couldn't decide which day he would take his life in.

"Don't let anyone go, kill them all!" back to business, Zhao Sankin's face was cold and gave instructions to everyone through his headset.

Because it is not clear when the ghosts found Zhao Sanjin's identity, killing all of them is the best solution, not only to make their future life less trouble, but also more importantly, this group of people should die!

Yu Gong, how many brothers and comrades in arms did the evil wind kill Zhao Sanjin; In private, Zhao Sanjin doesn't want to live in the future. There are evil winds everywhere. He wants to take his own life.

Pick up a piece of knife on the ground. At this time, Zhao Sanjin has nothing fair and just to say. As long as he can leave the other party, that's all.

A horizontal split to the main artery at the ghost's throat, until the film knife had fallen on the ghost's throat, the ghost's brain gradually began to recover.

Unfortunately, it's too late!

In the ghost's frightened eyes, Zhao Sanjin was like the incarnation of death. Waving a ruthless sickle, he cut a centimeter deep hole in the ghost's throat with a film knife.

Deep visible bone injury, even if it is a fairy, there is no chance of survival, right?