boom--

A bolt of lightning suddenly exploded in the dark sky, as if it was about to tear a hole in the sky covered with dark clouds, which was unsettling.

Lightning and thunder illuminated the faces of the three people in the pouring rain: rain, blood, knife wounds, and the ferocious expressions——

Wow!

The cold light appears!

Almost when Chen Yiliang's saber was firmly grasped by the butcher, the priest flipped his wrist, and the handleless knife quickly raised up and slashed at Chen Yiliang's neck!

With a cold and sinister look on his face, he just stood in front of Chen Yiliang and stabbed with his arm calmly!

hiss--

Chen Yiliang couldn't avoid it, so he followed suit and held the extremely sharp knife with his bare hands!

Bang!

After holding the sharp knife with one hand, Chen Yiliang kicked his legs hard towards the priest's lower abdomen!

"Well——"

The priest was kicked so hard that his blood boiled, and blood bubbles appeared at the corners of his mouth. However, he stood firm with a resolute expression and stared grimly at Chen Yiliang, who was less than one meter away.

"You are better than us." The priest said in a hoarse voice.

"You are not weak either." Chen Yiliang held the saber in his right hand and the priest's blade in his left hand. The three of them were in a stalemate like this!

"You are not afraid of death." The priest spat out another mouthful of blood. He seemed a little unable to stand.

"You're not afraid either." Chen Yiliang said.

"But." A ferocious look appeared on the butcher's honest face, and he growled. "We have two lives!"

Whoosh!

The butcher's arm, which had been punctured with several bloody holes, suddenly raised, and the knife with hidden murderous intent struck at Chen Yiliang's throat!

A cold light flashed across Chen Yiliang's eyes. When the butcher's knife struck, he flipped his wrist and stirred up the saber held by the butcher. Immediately, flesh and blood flew everywhere and fell out of the butcher's hand.

Keng!

The swords and knives collided, emitting fierce firelight in this dark rainy night.

Hiss——

At the same time, the priest flipped his wrist, pulled out the blade from the butcher's hand, and slashed at Chen Yiliang!

Whoosh!

Chen Yiliang slashed his blade and pierced the butcher's wrist at an extremely weird angle. Then, he tilted his body slightly and kicked the priest who was coming towards him!

Phew!

Bang!

Deng Deng stared!

The butcher's arm was stabbed, and his body was forced to retreat continuously.

The priest was kicked straight into several ribs by this powerful kick. He loosened his grip and fell back in confusion.

Chen Yiliang lowered his eyebrows and looked at the handleless knife that was pierced on his shoulder blade. A strange color appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Wow!

The rain poured down, washing away the blood stains on the three bodies. The priest bent over, suffering the severe pain from the burst ribs. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and it was not clear which were water beads and which were sweat.

The butcher's entire left arm was punctured with numerous holes. At this moment, his left hand was hanging down weakly, and bright red blood flowed down between his fingers, dipping the clear and transparent rainwater into bright red.

Chen Yiliang held the saber in his right hand and the handleless knife pierced into his shoulder blade in his left hand. He stood with a stern expression.

"Puch!"

Chen Yiliang pulled with his left hand and pulled out the handleless knife that had penetrated deeply. A stream of blood spurted out from the mouth, as spectacular as splashing ink!

"Well——"

Chen Yiliang frowned, as if he was very uncomfortable from the severe pain. His handsome face was pale, but his expression was still cold and indifferent.

"Huhu——"

The priest gasped, the butcher gasped.

They looked at Chen Yiliang with some surprise. This man - so terrible!

"Regardless of whether you are injured or not, it is already too late now." Chen Yiliang threw the handleless knife to the ground. With a buzz, the blade sank into the floor, causing it to tremble slightly.

"Theoretically -" Chen Yiliang grinned. "I won this battle."

He was smiling, but the smile was a little dry.

The priest and the butcher looked at each other and were about to say something. Chen Yiliang turned around, staggered slightly and walked away, escaping into the darkness.

————

Tick ​​tock. Tick tock.

Blood slipped out from between his fingers and from the saber. Old Yao held the saber with a cold expression and glanced at the man in black with a stern look.

"Hmm."

The man in black tried his best to draw the sword, but was unable to pull it out.

Immediately, he was stunned!

He only has three fingers and is holding the blade!

But - the man in black still couldn't pull the sword out of his hand!

This determination and willpower to risk death is truly terrifying!

"Puch!"

Lao Yao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and it actually sprayed all the blood on the face of the man in black, blurring his vision and hindering his reaction.

"Oh shit!"

Dali rushed out angrily and stabbed the man in black's back with the knife!

Phew!

The blade of the knife was mostly engulfed, and the man in black took off the knife in anger, turned around, kicked Dali's chest hard, and kicked him out.

Phew!

The man in black kicked him away and was stabbed in the back!

This knife was his saber, held by Lao Yao - it stabbed into his back hard!

Two consecutive stabs completely ignited the man in black's anger. He roared, turned his back to Lao Yao, bent his elbow and hit Lao Yao on the chest.

Phew!

Lao Yao spurted out another mouthful of blood, sprinkling all the blood on the back of the man in black's neck. He was about to turn around, intending to crush the attacker's throat, but his body was pushed against the wall by a huge force.

Lao Yao held the saber in both arms and rushed towards the man in black like a madman, knocking him against the wall.

Bang!

Until the man in black's entire face was pressed against the wall, Lao Yao suddenly pulled out the blade and struck again!

hiss!

The knife penetrated directly into the spine of the man in black, and with the sound of an explosion, the man in black finally stopped struggling. His violently shaking body also completely stopped.

"call--"

Lao Yao let go of the blade and fell weakly to the ground. He exhaled heavily the turbid air after a bloody battle.

"Old Yao - how are you?" Dali struggled to crawl over and asked nervously.

"I can't die." Old Yao murmured with another mouthful of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. "Fortunately, you're fine."

Dali's eyes turned red.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, gritted his teeth and said, "You saved my life, and it will be yours from now on!"

"Silly boy, we are brothers."

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Lin Ze drank a glass of white wine, which was already the fourth bottom. He held a cigarette between his fingers, but looked softly at Han Xiaoyi, who was curled up on the sofa and sleeping soundly.

At first, when Han Xiaoyi saw Lin Ze's solemn expression, she persuaded him to go and rest. If anything happened, we could talk to him when he got up in the morning.

In the end, Lin Ze refused. Instead, he urged her to go to bed.

The girl was very stubborn and said that she would stay with him until he took a rest.

So now she is sleeping soundly on the sofa, curled up like a little wild cat.

"That's almost it." Lin Ze stubbed out his cigarette butt and dialed Scar's phone number.
To be continued...