He is not a person who is assassinated by a sword. Although he sometimes uses it, most of the time he prefers to use his fists to solve problems because he can personally feel the struggle and helplessness of the target before his death in order to obtain the greatest psychological pleasure.

Because of this, the joints and bones in his body have become as hard as steel. Whether it is punches, elbows, knees or feet, they are the most proud killing weapons!

His fist was like a sharp arrow, powerful, irresistible, and then instantly. Finally, he suddenly changed, slapped with his palms, and the waves were layered. He bent his knees and bowed, like a birthday star offering peaches, sliding to the sound of leaves and phoenixes on the ground, and there was a thunderstorm on his hard elbow, similar to the thunderstorm caused by friction in the air. Roaring!

At this moment, his three efforts overlapped, and finally condensed into a fierce and violent sound that hit Ye Fengsheng's mouth!

Looking at his vicious face, we can see that this blow had the same ending. Even if the sound of Ye Feng Asheng's mouth was expected, the return of the impact would cause beauty in his body and bones to vibrate. Even breaking the arm!

But at this time, he didn't have time to think about it!

To survive! So you have to die!

But I saw Ye Feng Asheng's voice did not increase at all. He just raised his hand gently, just like patting the mud on Yunlang's shoes on his head.

"ah!"

After a dull sound, people only felt the ground beneath their feet shaking, followed by a thick layer of sand blowing into the air and falling down crunchingly, as if a landmine had exploded on the ground.

In the mud, Ye Feng Asheng's vague figure still stood in its original place, without any difference.

"How is that possible!"

Suddenly, he stared at the eyes, and the eyes of the cicada were filled with fear.

Yunlang still ranks higher than him in the Fourteen States. Now, this desperate struggle is so underrated that it is resolved?

"bring it on!"

After drinking a soft drink, the rose on one side cast three plum darts at Ye Feng's shadow on the beach, then turned around and ran away, while the cicada on the other side was still motionless.

She has been waiting for the best chance to escape.

When an assassin, he cannot interfere with his judgment because of external factors. At this point, women are always more sober than men!

"That's why you're leaving, it's a little too low for me, isn't it?"

Waiting quietly for the dust to fall to the ground, Ye Feng Asheng shook his head slightly, and then suddenly disappeared from the spot.

In the falling earth, only the half-dead wolf knows its life and death!

The wind whistled in my ears, and the beautiful city could not allow these two fugitives to stay at any time. Whether it was the roar of vehicles or the brilliant neon lights, they were obstacles to their lives in their eyes.

Although no one seems to be chasing them, they still have no chance.

The golden mask has long been abandoned by them on the road, and two ordinary faces are revealed in the eyes of passers-by.

Assassins should be like this. They have no characteristics, cannot stand out, cannot stand out, cannot hit immediately, and escape into the crowd like ordinary people.

On the other hand, the assassin who lost his hand after failing to hit the target, all he had to do was escape thousands of miles and hide his name.

But this is what the roadside storyteller made up after he had nothing to say. It is not an exaggeration to tell it as a joke.

Fire Cicada and Rose are the top golden killers in 14 states. Even though they have not assassinated Ye Feng Asheng before, even if they have shown intentions to escape and have even escaped from the scene, they have not given up on the Queen's Pearl, in other words, nor have they given up on the goal tonight.

Among the bustling crowd, a passerby hid his white beauty with lipstick on his back. The two gently hugged each other, just like a man in love.

Extreme fatigue.

They saw the man who made their souls tremble, and saw him walking in his direction, without movement, without beauty, without ears, and without life entering the palace of marriage like glue.

Then, the moment Ye Feng Asheng passed by, the wind blew, and the plum dart and the soft sword exploded at the same time, making him feel murderous intent.

In this case, these two killers did not want to escape! But among this group of people, Ye Feng Asheng was once again robbed!

A drop of liquid fell from the air and was stained by passers-by's eyebrows, which was warm and had some residual temperature.

The passerby suspected and looked up and saw no raindrops. He stretched out his hand, but saw a little bright red and shook his head immediately.

"Blood?"

The doubts in his mouth were not completely eliminated, and he heard a sharp and harsh cry beside him:

"ah!"

"kill!"

The next moment, the noise of the crowd, the running sound of the pedestrians turned into panic in an instant, and the pedestrians who were still laughing and scolding ran away in the opposite direction at the same time.

This is tacit understanding, I would rather survive, after all, the screams before were too sad!

The chaotic crowd, knowing what happened, and not knowing what happened, merged in this moment.

The hot water, the hot oil, the burning fire, and at this moment, the neon lights on the roadside behind us became the background of killing in front of us.

But in just a moment, Ye Feng's voice has become the focus of colorful lights!

The quiet eyes were still so indifferent, and even if the blood-splattered arms were in front of him, he did not dodge halfway.

"Zila."

The blood splattered onto the ground, bringing hot air at the same time, and the contact between the body and the ground caused a strong impact.

The red coal ball rolled down from the overturned coal stove, and after turning a few rounds on the ground, it gently hit its arm, and a stream of smoke came out, and gradually turned black.

My arm was burned by high temperature, but it was not moving at all.

Ye Feng looked at the sweaty man in front of him indifferently, and a look of "So that's how it is" flashed across his eyebrows. After opening his mouth, her white teeth seemed to penetrate under the brilliant light: "Don't run away, dare you come back and grab me?"

"I thank you for your courage and ignorance."

The two people walking slowly towards them. Although the footsteps were silent, each step was like a heavy step on their hearts. The huge pressure made them even feel that their hearts were about to jump out!

Duda's sweat kept flowing down from his forehead. If it weren't for the trust of the roses around him, or the persistence to survive, the cicada would be shocked by the pain of the broken arm.

But he still stood, trembling, unable to even stretch his legs, but he still stood in front of the rose.

The soft sword in the palm of his hand began to tremble, but he knew that this was the only hope for survival at this moment, not for himself, but for Ross!

In this desperate situation, Ross left her only weapon to herself, so no matter what, we cannot live up to this trust! Even if you are destined to die, you are destined to die. Give Ross time to escape!

Blood began to flow along the hilt of the knife. The cicada felt that the scene in front of him began to blur. He knew that he had no time. He turned his head and looked at the rose with difficulty. In a trance, he seemed to see the rose mocking him.

Enough. Buy her time before she dies!

Thinking of this, the fire cicada bit through its tongue and focused on it. With a soft sword, she walked towards Ye Feng's voice.

But unfortunately, he was unable to find Ye Feng Asheng in the end, and his body fell out of control on the road.

"Feel sorry…"

Given this, the heavy eyelids finally closed.
Chapter completed!