The middle-aged man's sword is the result of many years of experience. The back of a person's head is a blind spot. Except for a few top masters, it is difficult to detect a sneak attack from behind. More importantly, when a person detects an attack, he still needs a few tenths.
He only had seconds to make a judgment and control his limbs to react, but this short moment was enough to cost him his life.
From the first day he became a killer, the middle-aged man has been constantly honing this technique. Just talking about the heat and speed of this simple attack, it is difficult for anyone in the world to surpass him. This kind of sneak attack is almost perfect.
"Go to hell." He secretly said cruelly and put a lot of effort into his hands.
With a whoosh, the sharp blade pierced through the air.
No! He was surprised to find that there was no familiar sense of stagnation coming from the blade!
empty?!
At this time, he turned around quickly following the backhand slash of the knife. He stared at the tip of the knife, but saw nothing.
Oops! A chill ran down his spine and he broke into a cold sweat! He was a master!
There was a dull thud, and a pair of slender and thick palms reached up and pressed against his chest! He felt a tightness in his heart, the blood supply to his head was stagnant, and his brain went blank.[
"He-ah!" Lu Yu, who was leaning down, exhaled suddenly, his elbow joints sank down, he kicked his back foot forward, and sent him out with a snap. This slap was
According to ancient legend, the main attack technique of Baguazhang is not comparable to ordinary techniques. The essence of holding palms is all in the breathing. When he inhales, he strikes, and when he exhales, he exerts force. One blow will naturally be thunderous!
This palm hit the man's body, and then he flew out suddenly! With a muffled bang, he hit the willow tree as thick as a basketball on the roadside. The big willow tree trembled for a while, accumulated in the previous half of the night.
The raindrops fell to the ground in an instant, as if it was raining heavily.
At this time, the middle-aged man was in shock. He only felt that he was soaked all over, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat.
The scene just now was still replaying in his mind. The young man's extremely calm eyes and fierce and vigorous methods. Who is this person?!
He is really a master. He couldn't help but regret, did 300,000 cost away my life?
Did this man grow up too fast, or is he getting old? He smiled, but his mouth was filled with blood.
Lu Yu knelt down and looked at the man who kept coughing in front of him. This man's expression was very painful. Most of his ribs were broken and his internal organs were injured. For him, breathing was a very luxurious thing.
"Are you okay?" Lu Yu raised the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes, like a fox.
"Who are you?" The man seemed to be in despair.
"Don't you know?"
"I'm just a killer. I take people's money and do things for them." The man wanted to cough twice.
"How much did that person give you?"
"The organization says it's 300,000."
"Organization? Are you from Han Ling?"
"How do you know Han Ling?" The man looked at him with wide eyes.[
The young man was noncommittal and looked at the street lamp next to him.
"Hi!" The man seized the rare opportunity and suddenly grabbed an iron nail and stabbed it straight into Lu Yu's throat.
Lu Yu sighed helplessly, and without even turning around, he reached out and grabbed the idiot's wrist. He heard the sound of joint dislocation when he touched his wrist, a clear and coherent sound.
"Do you know what kind of killer is the worst?" Lu Yu lit a cigarette for himself.
"This is your kind."
"From the beginning to now, you haven't dared to confront me head-on. You've been second-rate all your life by relying on sneak attacks." He straightened up and picked up the rusty machete from behind. The blade was more than two inches wide and very hard.
, very thick. Lu Yu stretched out his hand and inserted the knife into the soil. It was not deep and could just stand upright.
"Who is in charge of Han Ling now?" He held a cigarette in his mouth, looking leisurely and contented.
"Fujitora." The man was desperate.
"You're so annoying."
Lu Yu stretched out his palm and pulled out the knife like a cane. He raised his hand and gently pressed the tip of the knife on the man's shoulder. The dirt on the tip of the knife was still there, and the smile was still there.
You have one more chance.
"It's really Fujitora, he is the leader."
Poof, Lu Yu exerted force on his hand, and blood spurted out along the blade. But his hand did not stop because of this, and he leaned forward with a paralyzed expression. The thick blade just entered the man's shoulder little by little, and he couldn't help it.
He spoke as if he was seriously experiencing the pleasure of tendon rupture.
"Who the hell are you!" the man shouted powerfully.
"Guess~"
"Fuck you! If you dare, kill me!" The veins on the man's head swelled so high that he felt insulted by the young pretty boy in front of him. Is there such a pervert in the world?! The number of people he killed,
But I have never seen anyone stabbing a knife into a living person's body so slowly.
"Why should I kill you? This is self-defense." He narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"I'll fuck you..." The man's blood surged, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Okay, I won't play with you anymore." The young man stood up.
Thinking back to Fujitora's name, his heart became much heavier, and he also lost interest in toying with his opponent.
"I have to mention him." Lu Yu threw the cigarette butt on the ground and sighed.
"Give your master a message. I don't care if he is a phoenix or a Shura. Tell him to get away and don't mess with me." He stretched out his right hand and looked at the watch, 3:20.
Enough time has been wasted, and there is still morning self-study to attend.
Seeing him turning around to leave, the man shouted under the tree: "Aren't you going to kill me?!" He really wanted to stand up and strike a pose, because after today he might no longer have the chance.
"Oh, I forgot about it." Lu Yu, who had already walked out, walked back with square steps, reached out and pulled out the knife on the man's shoulder.
"I guess, you're crazy..." Hanzi said, Yan's eyes almost popped out when he saw the blood spurting out. He still had hope of surviving a second ago.
"Pretend to kill someone." He thought silently in his mind.
Lu Yu didn't care whether he regretted it, and stretched out his hand to strike again. Same place, different strength. But this strike was very clean. The two-inch-wide blade penetrated directly into the man's shoulder and was deeply embedded in the willow tree.
.
"Uh..." The man even heard the cracking sound of the blade passing through the pipa bone, but he did not scream, and gritted his teeth tightly. He felt that his teeth were about to bleed, so he couldn't scream, he couldn't scream,
You can't shout, he kept hinting to himself.
Lu Yu looked at him with his eyes closed tightly, his lips trembling, and he burst into laughter.
"Don't be a killer anymore." The slender figure in the distance raised his hand and did not look back.