Monarch of Evernight

The teenager's hands turned into a strange angle, and he was speechless. He had to roll over and scream. He fainted without barking a few times.

Several people in the alley saw this scene and it was all discolored.

Yelling at the first dry, skinny man dressed in flowers and greens: "Touch our Daggers! Come on, cut him up! ”

Several of the gangs pulled out their machetes, hugged them up and cut off their heads and faces at night. The machetes they use are all a style, about half a meter long, thick, straight back blades, that weight and sharpness, one knife can actually cut bones.

The mixed faces were twisted, the hands raised and the feet were clearly dead, and several machete winds shouted, seemingly reluctant to cut the thousands of nights on their feet into sections.

Thousand nights were easy to deal with, with a slight side, walking through the gap between the two machetes, a dry, skinny man who grabbed the lead, waved his arms and photographed him directly on the wall on the side of the alley.

With a bang of muffled noise, a man-shaped concave pit appeared on the red brick wall, and the dried skinny man's entire body was embedded in the wall and passed out directly.

Meanwhile, he kicked one foot at a time for a thousand nights, kicked one of the mixers that was pounding out more than ten meters, and then waved his back, slapping the other mixer halfway up, spinning for a few laps, which landed, while the blood mixed with several teeth splattered on the wall on the other side.

Only the last one left in the eyes of the gang, and also the toughest man to kill, but he tried his best to chop, but still couldn't get the corner of a thousand nights. Holding his wrist with his bare hands for a thousand nights, he easily turned the strong man's thick calf arm in a direction and sent the machete's blade into his own stomach.

For a moment there were no more people able to stand up in the alley except for a thousand nights.

The frowns frowned at night didn't break apart and his instincts told him that the matter didn't seem as simple as it seemed. Even in the everlasting continent such as Black Stream, a strong man such as Dark Blood City represents the law, and the city's gangsters will not be so fierce for no special reason.

Turning around for a thousand nights, another bald-headed tattoo strongman burst out in the alley behind him. He pulled the trigger against a thousand nights with a large caliber force gun in his face.

The trigger hasn't finished yet, and I stamped it on the ground at night. An earthquake wave followed the ground to the bottom of the strong man's foot, allowing him to fly halfway across the sky. As for the roaring shot, I don't know where it went long ago.

With a thump, the bald man fell to the ground and even the Force Gun flew out with his hands. Thousands of nights appeared beside him, his right hand stretched out and steadily caught the force gun that had fallen from the air.

The bald-headed man just wanted to roll over and suddenly found that the gun's still burning muzzle had reached his cheekbone, and now he dared not move a bit more.

He rolled up and down his throat and said a little stubbornly, "No, don't kill me! I was ordered to do the same. There's nothing I can do! ”

Ignoring him for a thousand nights, he raised his head slowly.

A dull man up to two metres is walking slowly into the alley. His jacket was wide open and revealed a large chest full of black hair, with a long, short and three knives hanging prominently between his waist.

The man walked ten meters away and stood still. He pointed at himself with his thumb and said: "I am Mazo, my brothers on the road call me Ma San. In recent years, however, not many people have been able to see my third knife. ”

Thousand nights measured the horse's three knives. In real view, the nine nuclear nodes on the horse's three knives sparkle, and the breath is very strong. However, the degree of force activity varies from node to node, some are too active, some are insufficient, and there are a lot of impurities.

It seems that this man, who calls himself the Horse Three-Knife, is a Class IX soldier and has stayed at this level for a short time. He is only poorly trained. The Force, though deep, is not pure enough. It will probably be extremely difficult to promote him to war.

Horse frowned for three days, suddenly turned blue eyes for a thousand nights to make him extremely uncomfortable, that feeling suddenly seemed naked from inside to outside, at a glance.

He sipped angrily, a long knife came out of his sheath, pointing at him for a thousand nights, and drank: "Boy, you're in bad luck. Somebody paid me a big price to take your life. Now let go of your bald head and hand over that shipment. Master Ma, I'm in charge. I'll make you feel better! ”

"I'm not used to letting go of people who want to kill me. ”

As he spoke, he pulled the trigger directly, and the powerful man's head had been smashed to pieces by the sound of a force gun.

“Bald head!” Horse three knives roared, his face instantly iron blue, his eyes spurted and stared at the night, “Okay! I haven't seen a dead kid like you in years! Looks like I haven't been walking around much lately. Nobody remembers who Ma San Jie is. Son, don't worry, after I kill you, I'll go to great lengths to find your family and let them bury you together. Die, boy! ”

Horse three knives jumped and instantly rushed to the front of a thousand nights, long knife with a wind, chopped down to the head of a thousand nights.

In the Thousand Nights Eye, the surrounding force has fluctuated under the influence of the horse's three knives before they swung down, and a ripple is emitted in front of the blade, clearly showing the slaughter trajectory of this knife.

As the next thousand nights crossed one step, the blade rubbed past, easily letting the past pass.

Horse three knives surprised, in fact, even if the knife was held in front of him for a thousand nights, it would not surprise Horse three knives more. To this extent, although he cannot yet be as powerful as the battle will be, he can influence the area where the attack will take place. Normal opponents will never dare to travel with a blade on them at such short notice. And the thousand nights not only did it, but it was intact.

Though surprised, Ma San did not pause for half of his men. He continued to use his momentum to push forward, pulling out a knife in his left hand, and scouring his opposite hand toward the waist of a thousand nights.

The angle of the knife is very rough, the force at the blade lashes out more than half a meter long, and once the body is cut, it is unlikely to be cut directly by the blade.

However, the thousand nights did not even move the footsteps, but once the stomach was shut, he avoided the horse's three knives and killed.

This time, Ma San really shocked him. He lifted his long knife and bit his teeth for a thousand nights. “Okay, you little bastard, you can't see it's slippery! I'll show you my third knife! ”

In the talking room, Ma San's left hand reaches for the third knife in the waist. But he's already got a knife in his left hand. Are you going to grab two knives with one hand?

Thousand Nights, however, saw a sudden fluctuation of the force at the blade of the right hand knife of the horse three knives, a stripe pen straight forward, coming straight to the chest of the thousand nights.

Moving in the heart of a thousand nights, Dark Red Tooth was in his hand, then lifted his hand and immediately appeared a shining knife in front of him.

At this point, Horse three knives drank loudly, a long knife shocked, the tip of the knife suddenly disengaged from the knife, lightning emitted, straight into the heart of a thousand nights. So this is his third knife!

At this time, the dark red tooth curled up the light screen, when a sound, the horse threw a knife blade into the blade, and then bounced off and threw it far away.

So that's it! The hearts of the thousand nights are brilliant. Force flow can be seen in real view and the opponent's attack route can be judged accordingly. Although it is only a brief prediction, this is an opportunity to change the outcome of the battle in a rapidly changing close battle.

Reaching between his waist for a thousand nights, Bloody Mandala fell into his left hand, aiming directly at the horse's three knives.

The Horse Three-knife suddenly rose to a very strong sense of danger, a fear within reach of death, but in close combat, the Force Gun was able to play limited power, and he shouted, fitting into a thousand nights.

In the blink of an eye, both sides entered the melee range. The Force Gun had lost its usefulness. It drank low for thousands of nights, but did not pull the distance apart. The right arm flipped and the deep red tooth stabbed the horse in the chest three times.

Horse three knives called strangely, two knives crossed, strangled to the short blade. But for some reason, the knife became slower and slower. Instead, the Horse 3 knife arrived first, holding the deep red teeth.

When the three knives were just touched, the horse's three knives were like thunderbolts, the two knives flew out of hand, and the deep red teeth did not pause at all, penetrating directly into his abdomen until there was no handle.

With a thousand nights of hard hands, the horse three knives flew out and hit the courtyard wall by the alley, placing it on the ground, while there was no trace of blood on the Mori Cold Blade of Dark Red Tooth.

"Now, tell me who really wants my life. If you're happy and I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll spare your life. If it doesn't matter, let's see who you can harden up with. ”

Speaking of which, there was a strange set of gadgets in the hands of Thousand Nights, like all kinds of wires. Horse's face changed immediately. Of course he knows what this is. This is a special tool! These strange little things, which fall into the hands of the expert, are much scarier than any whipped iron.

Watching the thousand nights approach, the horse's three swords trembled and hurried: “Wait a minute! I have something to say! You mess with someone you can't even mess with. Now it's best to put the goods down and go away! ”

“Can't provoke? How hard can it be?” A thousand nights is another step forward.

At this point, the thousands of nights suddenly felt something strange around them and seemed to hear some strange tsunami in their ears. The sound is actually mild, but now it's extraordinarily clear. That's just to say, it's too quiet around.

Stopped for a thousand nights, his eyes were blue again, and the jumping gadgets quietly disappeared into his palm, his hands resting on the holster by his waist.

At this moment, the sun is in the air, spicy light is poured down, and cicadas are constantly coming from afar. If you ignore a few unknown gangsters, there are only two living people left in the alley: Thousand Nights and Three Horses.

It's too quiet.

It is daytime and this alley is located in the heart of the city. Although it is a little remote in itself, it will not be invisible for long. Where is everybody?

The horse on the ground covered his abdominal wound with three knives, gasping constantly, the color of the terror on his face grew thicker, and a sweat bead began to appear on his forehead.

The silence was suddenly broken by a roaring engine, and an armed Land Cruiser crammed into the alley and stopped.

Jumping out of the car, several fighters, all pointed this way. The colours and crest of their garments clearly reveal the identity of Zhao's private army, which is, of course, the city's defense force in the city of Libin.