A strange wind suddenly appeared, and the sudden powerful strange wind blew into Zhao Yan's eyes. He narrowed his eyes subconsciously. The strange wind appeared quickly and disappeared quickly. Zhao Yan's slashing slashed over was empty, and his eyes also recovered his vision, but he saw that the man in black had appeared three or four meters away in front of him.

So fast?

Zhao Yan's heart thumped. Such a fast speed was far beyond his expectations. Zhao Yan asked himself that he had absolutely no such speed, and he had never seen anyone with such speed.

"Ghost?"

Zhao Yan blurted out the other party's name, probably only the top killer of digital life nicknamed "Ghost" could have such a fast speed.

"Haha! Not stupid yet! I don't want to surrender? Then die!!"

The ghost laughed, and as he spoke, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his hands suddenly pushed towards Zhao Yan out of thin air. Zhao Yan frowned and said to himself: This is not a martial arts film, why do you push your palm so far away? Can you still hit me with the external internal energy from the distance?

As soon as this thought arose in Zhao Yan's mind, Zhao Yan's face suddenly changed, because Zhao Yan heard a whistling sound of a whistling wind suddenly appeared out of thin air. The ghost's palms pushed out, and a whistling wind came over.

As soon as the howling sound of the strong wind started, the strong wind pounced on Zhao Yan's body. The strong wind blew on his eyes, which blurted his eyes again. Unlike the strange wind that suddenly appeared before, there was still dust in the strong wind this time. The slight dust suddenly penetrated into Zhao Yan's eyes, making Zhao Yan's eyes so uncomfortable that they could not open for a moment. At the same time, Zhao Yan felt that his coat was blowing by the strong wind, and the strong wind was even caught off guard. He leaned back and almost got blown back.

In the strong wind, Zhao Yan suddenly became angry with a strong sense of crisis. He quickly waved his long sword in a conditioned reflex to block the space in front of him.

"Dingdingding...dangdangdang..."

Zhao Yan's knife was waving quickly, and the sound of the ice blades in front of him was clattering quickly, and it was continuous. Zhao Yan, who could not see the objects for a while, was forced to retreat continuously. Suddenly, with a "swish", Zhao Yan's coat on his left shoulder was torn apart, and at the same time, a sharp blade slashed his shoulder and flesh conveyed to Zhao Yan's brain. Zhao Yan's face changed. While continuing to retreat quickly, he held the knife in front of him with faster speed.

"laugh……"

"laugh!"

"laugh……"

Zhao Yan's eyes kept blinking quickly, trying to recover his vision as soon as possible, but his eyes were fascinated by dust and felt extremely uncomfortable. He could not recover his vision for a while. Zhao Yan, who was waving a long sword in front of him by intuition, could not completely intercept all the attacks of the ghost.

But in the long corridor of the hotel, Zhao Yan kept retreating in a hurry. The sword in his hand seemed to be splashing water without entering, and the sword light was trembling, but the ghost's attack was also fast and weird. The ghost's attacking figure was like feet without touching the ground, and his upper body leaned forward. Every time his toes hit the ground, he could chase Zhao Yan like a shadow, following him like a shadow. He had a dagger holding in his hands, and he kept attacking Zhao Yan quickly in the gap between the front of him. His figure flashed left and right from time to time. The cold light of the dagger suddenly attacked from the side, leaving blades on Zhao Yan's body, and blood splattered like rain.

Under the lights of the corridor, you can see the ghost's mouth always have a smile of victory on the corners of your mouth. The cold light of the dagger flying in your hands is getting faster and faster, just like a help from God.

It was very strange. From the sudden rush of ghost shadow to attack Zhao Yan quickly, the strong wind kept going. The black clothes on the ghost shadow were rushing. The strong wind seemed to be blowing out of him, and the whirlwind made Zhao Yan's coat also rush. The two of them fought with each other quickly. In one breath, ghost shadow attacked dozens of swords, and Zhao Yan also took more than ten steps back. Seeing that the attack was about to end, ghost shadow suddenly kicked on the wall beside him, and his figure flew out to the other side of the corridor, and then kicked on the wall on the other side. The figure folded in the air and flew from the side.

Zhao Yan, who was still unable to see things in his eyes, had two daggers with cold light in his hand like a sudden attack of mantis. He "sniffed" two consecutive slashes, slashing Zhao Yan's right shoulder and shoulder, and then a cut knife stabbed Zhao Yan in his right rib. Zhao Yan groaned and his figure flashed to the left. Two blood lights flashed on his right shoulder and shoulder and rib. The long sword held in his hands also suddenly sank down when his right arm was suddenly weak, because not only his right arm, but also his left arm was injured in the continuous and rapid attack just now. At this time, not only his right hand was weak, but also his left hand was weak.

The head of the knife sinks, and his arms naturally sink together. The ghost shadow who had just landed on his toes suddenly expanded with a smile on his lips. His right hand swept from bottom to top and swept it diagonally. The sharp blade of the dagger cut through Zhao Yan's carotid artery with a whirlpool, and the red blood suddenly splashed out like a fountain.

"Ha ha!!!"

The ghost's smug laughter just now, but his face suddenly changed. A strange and uncontrollable force suddenly appeared. His right hand that had just been cut irresistible and fell back along the track just now. The dagger slashed back from the wound on Zhao Yan's neck. The ghost's eyes suddenly seemed to be ghosting and suddenly widened to the extreme. He clearly saw that as the dagger in his hand slashed back from the wound on Zhao Yan's neck, the big blood that had just splashed back back into the wound on Zhao Yan's neck, followed by the wound that disappeared without a trace, just as everything just now was an illusion, and his dagger never cut through Zhao Yan's neck.

Ghost Shadow watched his right hand holding the dagger back to the starting position when he was just out of the knife. Before the horror in his heart subsided, Zhao Yan's eyes that kept blinking suddenly closed together. The long sword that was holding his hands together suddenly hit back. The head of the knife suddenly hit back without turning. Ghost Shadow had no time to dodge or intercept. The end of the hilt of the long sword hit Ghost Shadow's chest like a long stick.

With a crisp "crack", the ghost shadow clearly felt a bone in his chest broken, and his body arched, and the ghost shadow was full of pain. His body arched into a shrimp shape and retreated rapidly. Zhao Yan, whose eyes were still closed, suddenly turned his upper body and his feet did not move. With the sudden rotation force of the upper body, the long sword holding his hands slashed towards the ghost shadow like a sudden rotating fan blade. The ghost shadow could not dodge at all, and then another crack sound. The ghost shadow screamed shrillly, half of his right arm was cut off from the upper elbow, and the sharp long sword blade slashed deeply into his chest. The ghost shadow was as if it was electric, and quickly dodged and retreated more than ten meters. The staggering figure stumbled and disappeared quickly at the turn of the corridor.

With a "click", the ghost's broken arm fell on the ground in the corridor.

Zhao Yan was sweating coldly, his chest was fluctuating violently and he was panting heavily, blood dripping down his body, wounds on his body were thrusting and pained, and his whole body was exhausted.

The killer named Ghost seemed to have a supernatural ability that could emit strong winds, and Zhao Yan had already realized it at this time.

If the time retracement in his body had not suddenly appeared automatically at the moment of life and death, he was already a dead soul under the ghost's sword.

Standing there and gasping for a while, Zhao Yan suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time. His eyes, which were fascinated by the dust, could finally see things, but they were already very red and tears also overflowed. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!