Hidden Assassin

“I'm here to kill you. ”

The faint voice sounded in the slightly empty gymnasium. Except for the smell and rain that had been known to happen before, Long Tang Wei, everyone else had been attracted by this sudden change, and the old man across the street suddenly opened his eyes and looked sharply at the young man who came here.

If the previous scene of the security guard being struck by a chair only stunned Han Zheng, at this time he saw the Japanese flying a few meters away, his brain had almost reached the edge of the crash, such a sense of tolerance, speed and accuracy, he had not even imagined. Wentaro and Tsukichi Tsukiji on the stands were also so open that they couldn't close their mouths. In retrospect of their provocations yesterday morning, both of them are now in cold sweat.

Chen Yanxia stood up almost directly for a moment. As an internal member of Yan Huang Awakening, of course, he knew that Jiaming's background had a simplicity, which depended heavily on the mountain. To this day, it was somewhat confirmed that Jiaming's martial arts cultivation should be good, but even if it was good, there would always be a limit for an 18-year-old teenager. At this time, faced with seven or eight Peroggian killers, combined with Jiandao's battle power not even lost to Yuan Lai Chao Chuang and other top killers, he walked by himself! It shouldn't be like this, even if it's brave enough to walk and say it.

However, perhaps Simple Yan is here now too...

Of all kinds of thoughts, the assassins on the platform did not shoot. On the one hand, since they opened martial arts hall, they did not come to kick the hall with harsh words before. On the other hand, they pay more attention to the people of the high heavens and moon pools on the side of the platform. Since the real world is sitting in the town below, within this distance, they have full confidence in this master of swordplay. On the other hand, while watching the change happen, these people have begun to be alert to possible fire fighting situations.

The atmosphere of the entire stadium, after what Jiamin said, was almost compressed into a barrel of gunpowder that could explode at any moment, and it was intolerably suffocating.

The next moment, a voice broke the feeling of solidification.

“Baga! ”

Face to face said directly to kill, completely disrespected each other's attitude, as the voice of Jiaming fell, a rough disciple on the edge of the field almost jumped directly out, the samurai knife through the sheath sounded clear, the next moment, the light of the knife was like electricity, directly chopped off towards Jiaming's head.

Just one knife, from the start of the razor blade, to the samurai knife split, the whole movement is swift and smooth, enough to show that this person's cultivation is strict and solid, if it is in the attitude of a professor like Chen Xia, or will greatly praise this blow. However, the light of his knife had not yet been cut off, Jiaming kicked directly into the past, the blade was drawn from his front to the ground, the man's body flew a few meters away and hit a pile with his two companions. At a sudden, the Japanese around the martial arts jumped. Also at this time, a heartbreaking blade shouted, sounding the entire gym.

“Xin--”

The sharp samurai knife rushed out of the black sheath like a white dragon. At the moment when Shisei's left hand was placed on the knife handle, the body of this Japanese swordmaster burst out from a quiet kneeling position. The broad brown swordsuit turned into a welcome in the air. The breaking wind sounded like an umbrella suddenly opened in the heavy wind and rain. Less than a blink of an eye, his body had been brushed in front of Jiaming, and the whole man was like a bow with a tight string. Full of powerful and murderous eyes, he smiled as though he had not reacted to Mina at all.

The next moment, the half-moon shaped knife takes off!

The samurai knife, originally drawn from the opposite hand, was only dragged behind him with one hand. However, at the moment when his body stopped, his right hand held the back of the knife handle in vain, as if it were the fulcrum of the spool, and his left hand followed that inertia and pushed the blade straight out from the bottom up. Looks like a smooth stroke, actually like a long whip, speed and power all at that moment increase to the imaginary situation, Japanese swordsmanship the kind of sword must live and die, here is played out perfectly.

If the reaction were slow, let alone the flesh and blood of the family, even a wall would probably be cut in half from the bottom up.

But on Jiaming's side, he just seemed to be slowly sidelined.

It looked silly, as if something had exploded from home before the sword had arrived. The airflow pushed his body aside, and he was passive on his side. The knife almost flew up against his body, just passing his chest, nose tip, forehead by a millimeter difference. At this moment, his hands were even unprotectedly open, his clothes floated and his face smiled unchanged.

“Rough roll...”

As if in a whisper of muttering, the knife harvested lightly and then slashed straight through Jiamin's neck.

From quiet to motion, from active state, then suddenly take the knife, then cut it out again, clean, no point of mud dragging with water. Jia Ming was still on his side at this time, his shoulders shrunk, his head lowered, and the blade flattened from the back of his head.

“You…”

He had not lifted his head, and the brushed knife came back from left to right. At this time, Jia Ming had already crossed a step and rushed to the back of the rough roll of the real world. He raised his left hand and waved a punch.

“Over…”

It was just a simple mistake, and the rough roll took a step forward with an empty knife, turning around and snapping the knife back with both hands. Jiaming's fist was still in the air, and the sharp ray of the long knife had split into his chest. His body was supposed to rush this way. Although he settled his footsteps, his body still had inertia. At this time, it seemed as if he had proactively hit the blade in the past. His upper body was inevitable. His upper body actually fell backwards like a wind-blown willow.

For Jia Ming, it was not like a samurai knife, but a dandelion.

This swordsman's full swing is naturally unlikely to bring wind. However, in Jiaming's case, the significance at this time is like this: the blade is split, his body is automatically blown open by the blade, his arm is raised in the air, and it is not possible to hit each other naturally. The long knife is brushed from under his arm, and the tip of the knife is almost close to his chest. At that moment, the pupils of the wild curls suddenly shrink.

Jiaming raised his left hand in the sky, fingers wide open, and held tight.

“It's time...”

Time solidifies for a moment.

Bang...

The heads of the wild curls of the real world explode like watermelons...

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The gunshot struck the center of the stadium and spread far away.

No one could have expected such a result, and everything that happened was like a dream.

“Rough roll, you're outdated...”

In a short sentence, Jiaming's speech speed was actually very fast, before and after less than two seconds, from the rough roll Shisei razor, Jiaming sideways hid, crossed the punch, then the rough roll of the body flew out with the samurai knife, all people could see was the pale green smoke from the gun mouth of Jiaming's left hand.

Virtually no one can accept this result in the first place. Though Ka Ming has a constant worship, he never thought that the teacher would solve the wild roll of the real world in two seconds, and of course, with that, the deeper worship psyche. And even if I knew the rainy rule of home, it was a dementia at this time. On the other side, Keepsake's mouth opens to an "O” shape and his head looks like a cartoon character in the cartoon. As for the rest of us, including Chen Xia, our minds are basically confused.

Having a gun hidden in his sleeve is hardly a genius plot. With rough curls, the difference between a knife and a gun is not great within close range. It can even be said that his knife can be faster than a gun. Like Jiaming, even if the average killer shoots, he has sufficient reaction ability to circumvent the bullet route. And the result is basically not the result of a fantasy, but simply speed.

Too fast.

Rough knife, every shot within close range has the confidence to kill the enemy directly, but Jiaming hid in the past, even if they had guns in their sleeves, trying to do anything fast enough to cover his ears, he has enough confidence to avoid it in time, however... it is impossible to hide.

Not that he was too slow, but that Ming was really fast, so he fell clean and shot himself in the head.

Of course, they are professionally trained people, even in chaos, who would have warned other killers to react in the first place, pointing the weapon at Jiamin below. But here at home, even this short reaction time may be too long for them.

Just as the rough roll flew out, another pistol had appeared on the right hand side of the house, and then the lighting throughout the stadium flashed a flash of light.

Time is daytime, even if all these lights don't interfere too much, yet a moment of sudden change in the surrounding environment still burdens people's eyesight. As the gunshot sounded in Jiaming's hand, his body stepped back, and suddenly from the observation platform, his body, turned into a blurred phantom.

From Chen's point of view, Jiaming's hands held the gun, pulled the trigger at the same time as he had already rehearsed, quickly changed positions, and waved his arms in the room. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang ban After the gunshots were fired, the faint smoke spread. Only the figure of Mighty Shouxi quickly disappeared on the observation deck. The alarm sounded. The security guard rushed in through the gate and side door. Jiaming stood in the middle of the field, looking around without expression, and then lifted the gun again.

After a rough disciple, a man's head burst with blood, followed by a security guard at the door, followed by two Kendo disciples. He walked towards the side door of the gym while shooting at his hand...

Slaughter, start this...

When Chen Yangxia and others came out of the front door, the traffic system in more than a dozen neighborhoods nearby had become chaotic at this time. It seemed like the red and green lights started to go crazy. When it was time for the red lights, the green lights turned on, but the red lights turned on. Because of the car accident, roads of all sizes and sizes had already started to traffic jam, and there were no police cars, they could be reinforced here at the first time... (not finished, if you want to know what happened, please log on to www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support the authentic reading!)