Chapter 25 Fighting in the alley

Zhao Jin had no choice but to leave, but he didn't want Zhao Jin to leave, but some people didn't want Zhao Jin to leave.

"Brother, it seems that you are very interested in my young master!" A man slowly walked out from behind a wooden house.

Although Zhao Qian did not recognize his appearance, he knew that this person should be one of the followers of the man surnamed Fu just now. But now he no longer lowered his eyebrows and looked down. His small-sized triangle eyes flashed with dangerous gazes that only the murderer had.

Zhao Qian is not unfamiliar with this kind of gaze. After so many years of contact, Zhao Qian already knew who Sanjie was. He was originally a fugitive, but he didn't know where he was. He just vaguely knew that a single horse killed more than 30 male men from his enemy.

Such a tough person will naturally not follow the rules. When Zhao Jin was eight years old, he secretly fought with Qingpi in the market. Among them, there were Qingpi who were killed in his hands, and their eyes were similar to the entourage in front of him.

"You have killed someone!" Zhao Qian looked at the other party calmly.

The entourage's face changed slightly, his fierce gaze slightly restrained, and a cautious expression appeared on his face for the first time. "You can't stay even more! You originally said that you were that curious young man, and it seems that you should have discovered something!"

Since being suppressed by Liu E, Zhao Qin's psychological quality has changed a lot. Although there seemed to be a lot of things in the other party's words, Zhao Qin's expression remained unchanged. He muttered in his heart: It seems that this man surnamed Fu seems to have a different background. In this way, what role does Cui Niannu play here?

"Forget it!" Although the follower's tone was regretful, he had no words on his face. "No matter who you are, the result will be the same today!"

A sharp short knife was pulled out from behind. The short knife was one foot or two inches long and made of a straight knife. Although it was well maintained, you can vaguely see several slight gaps on the blade. Although this affects the image of the short knife, it further shows that the owner of the knife is not a pretender.

"Hmph! Show off your axe!" Zhao Qian pulled out a short blade that was only half a foot long from his sleeve. The blade was in the sun and emitted a slightly dark luster. The blade had a slight arc, and there were serrated teeth on both sides of the blade. The blade had blood grooves, and the word "blood shadow" was written on it with blood-red pigment. This is the steel eagle combat knife that Zhao Qian imitated in his memory. The material was even more precious meteorite. Such a small short blade was worth more than hundreds of refined steel knives.

The follower was also a well-informed person. Because of this, he also recognized the material of the Blood Shadow.

The follower grew his mouth and exclaimed in disrespect: "Meteorite!"

Meteorite contains an important metal element, "nickel", which is still very backward at this time. People have not been able to extract nickel alone, let alone discover it. On the contrary, meteorite is different. It often contains a large amount of nickel, and most of it can reach 20%. The function of nickel is to make the metal harder.

The ancient Longquan Sword (known as the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss) is said to be made of meteorite.

This time, the entourage's eyes were no longer just flashing with murderous intent, but also with greedy eyes. "Very good! For your sake of being so generous, I will give you a refreshing one!"

Zhao Feng was surprised not to fight head-on, but turned around and left.

Of course, it’s not that Zhao Qian is afraid of trouble, but that although the road they are now in is relatively remote, someone has passed by by chance. Zhao Qian doesn’t want to be seen by others. If this matter is exposed to Kaifeng Prefecture, even Zhao Qian will have a headache.

"Damn it! Don't be afraid, boy!" The entourage didn't say anything, but he was still greedy for the blood shadow in Zhao Qian's hand. Where was he willing to let Zhao Qian go? He chased after him without saying a word.

Zhao Jin turned into an alley, and his follower flashed his vigilance, slowed down, and circled around a small circle. Seeing Zhao Jin hiding behind the wall and trying to sneak attack him, he immediately showed a grim smile.

He smiled disappointed, but Zhao Qian quickly calmed down, turned around, faced the follower head-on, and slowly retreated.

The entourage looked behind the alley and smiled with satisfaction. "Yes, there is a dead end. It seems that you really know how to choose a place!"

Zhao Qian smiled disapprovingly and waved the blood shadow in his hand a few times. The blood shadow broke through the air and made a sound that made people palpitations.

This did not scare the minion, but instead made the greed in the minion's eyes stronger. Although it was just a few waves, for the minions, they could only understand the sharpness of the blood shadow for their long-standing "battlefield".

Zhao Qian ignored the words of the follower, and his eyes and temperament changed suddenly. If Zhao Qian before gave people a feeling of being careless and scaring adults and children, then Zhao Qian now gave people the feeling of being unsheathed, cold and sharp.

"Shi Niang!" The sect couldn't stand the pressure at first. Although he had killed someone, he was far inferior to Zhao Ci. Although Zhao Ci had never killed anyone, he studied with famous teachers, and with good qualifications, he was naturally better than the sect.

Both of them are fighting with short weapons, and this is rarely the case. As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch short and one inch dangerous. Fighting with short weapons can be described as dangerous and dangerous, just like walking on the sickle of the god of death.

The short knife in the minion's hand was average longer than that of Zhao Jin, but the serration on the Blood Drinking Sword was very restrained by the minion. One would not easily get stuck in the serration. The problem was that the quality of the two knives was different, and a few gaps were added to the short knife in the minion's hand.

"Coward! Relying on good weapons, what kind of heroes are you?" The follower couldn't hold back his anger and spoke inspiration.

However, Zhao Qian found a flaw when his follower spoke. The blood shadow quickly swung out, very beautiful, like a butterfly flying among flowers. The follower quickly blocked the gap with a short knife, and the jingling sound of the impact sounded rapidly, and Mars flew everywhere.

None of this affected Zhao Qian's attention. In the fierce battle, Zhao Qian threw out the blood shadow, and then continued with his left hand. His right hand quickly grabbed the minion's right hand holding the short knife. The blood shadow poked out below his right hand and pointed directly at the minion's right hand.

"puff!"

The minion couldn't react at all, and a stream of blood had spurted out from the wound.

The sharp blood shadow cut the follower's arm as if he was cutting tofu. He cut his follower's arm around his elbow.

This is not the first time that Zhao Qian has seen blood. He has never killed anyone, but he has injured many people. Moreover, Monk Sanjie often takes Zhao Qian to some slaughterhouses to see the bloody experience.
Chapter completed!