Lin Ze let out a deep breath. Through the orange streetlight, he could vaguely see that this perverted old priest was not very old. He had almost no wrinkles on his face, and his eyebrows were set into his temples. He looked majestic and domineering.
His figure was slender and straight, his right hand gently holding the handle of the knife, like an outsider who only existed in comics, and his left arm gently holding the corner of his clothes, as if the blow just now was just a casual blow, and it didn't cost him at all. how much strength,
The blade of the knife looked particularly strange through the reflection of the orange street lamp, like a bloodthirsty demon knife.
Just looking at his attitude towards Lin Ze makes people feel helpless and frustrated.
He is very strong,
Lin Ze did not dare to have the slightest doubt about this,
Even if no one had hugged his right leg just now, his strike would pose a great threat to him. It was still unknown whether he could easily dodge it.
Blood was gurgling from the wound, flowing down the sleeves to the palm, and then dripping from the fingers to the dirty cold ground.
tick,
tick,
The sound of blood hitting the ground was very small, but it was extremely harsh in this extremely quiet alley.
Lin Ze didn't dare to stop the bleeding. Even if he only had to take out a prepared bandage from his pocket and tie it around the wound to stop it, he still didn't dare. A cold and numb touch hit his entire arm from the wound. Lin Ze just stared. Gazing at each other peacefully, without blinking, not daring to let go of any small detail.
"Kill the two elders of Yiyantang in England." The old priest narrowed his red and phoenix eyes and stared at Lin Ze with a gentle expression.
"Yeah." Lin Ze looked back expressionlessly,
"Kill two super masters among the top ten masters of the older generation in Yanjing." The old worshipper stared at Lin Ze meaningfully, waiting for his response.
"Your information is very accurate." Lin Ze said lightly,
"Only twenty-two years old." A strange sigh appeared on the old priest's face, and he murmured, "You are so young..."
"So your physical fitness is good." Lin Ze turned the blade slightly, and the dried blood on the blade gave off a cold breath.
"Physical ability." The old priest seemed to have heard a big joke and said with a smile, "Then do you think I didn't take action on you quickly? You have killed many people before, including my two personal waiters. , at this moment, you still have at most 70% of your physical strength left."
"You want to wait for me to bleed more." Lin Ze replied calmly,
"What's the use of good physical fitness?" The old priest did not praise Lin Ze's thoughtfulness, but said with a half-smile, "You can still withstand the bleeding wound."
"Indeed, you can't." An imperceptible wry smile flashed across Lin Ze's face,
"You see, having a physical advantage doesn't pose much of a threat to me, does it?" Lao Zongfeng was confident.
"That's right." Lin Ze took a deep breath, shook the arm holding the knife slightly, and said calmly, "I'm wondering if Yiyantang can still intimidate the whole of Asia if you, the old priest, are gone."
The old priest didn't make a sound, he just narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the blade, and sighed: "You are irritating me."
"You are so smart." Lin Ze took another breath of cold air to maintain his best condition.
"Then do you think I will be fooled?" The old worshipper glanced at Lin Ze,
"I will." Lin Zeqing screamed, and his body suddenly jumped forward. The blood-stained blade in his hand was like a sinister poisonous snake, biting towards the old worshipper's face.
As soon as he took action, Lao Zongfeng's expression suddenly changed.
This young man is indeed a terrifying figure. He ignored the wound on his arm and allowed it to bleed.
Do you want to end the battle quickly by doing this?
As the old priest said, he is old. According to his age, he is old enough to be Lin Ze's father. How can he fight head-on with Lin Ze? The fewer days a person can live, the more afraid of death he is, just like a young man People always say that living to fifty or sixty is enough. The reason is simply that they are only twenty or thirty years old. Even if they live to fifty or sixty years old, they can still live for dozens of years. Years, but how could a man who is about to turn fifty make such irrational and cruel remarks?
He cherishes his life,
He cherishes his life more than anyone else,
He did not hesitate to give up two waiters who had served him for more than ten years to consume Lin Ze's physical energy, and even asked a plump woman who would accompany him at least five nights a week to desperately create an opportunity for a surprise attack.
Trying to inflict serious damage on Lin Ze, trying to reduce his own risks,
He did it, and the effect was immediate. Lin Ze's physical energy was indeed consumed, and he was stabbed in the arm by himself. The blood flowed endlessly, which was shocking.
He did so much just for one thing. While killing Lin Ze, he paid the minimum price as much as possible.
Just like when he went to England some time ago, he brought a lot of elites with him. He wanted them to remove the peripheral defenses and give himself the greatest strength to assassinate the little princess, although he failed to achieve the goal to some extent. The best, but also accomplished his ultimate goal of going to England,
Lin Ze is here,
He traveled across the ocean from China to Tokyo and came to his own territory.
Tonight, he will definitely die,
keng,
The old priest turned slightly to deflect Lin Ze's attack with his sword, and suddenly kicked out his right leg from under his robe, attacking Lin Ze's lower abdomen like a ghost.
"Hey."
Lin Ze reacted quickly, barely avoiding it, and at the same time, the blade suddenly swung across and stabbed the old worshiper in the heart.
The sound is like electricity, extremely fast and violent,
"snort."
The old worshipper blocked with his sword. When the two swords collided, his figure floated back very quickly, like a ghost, and the float was particularly strange.
When Lin Ze saw this, he immediately understood Lao Zongfeng's plan.
He didn't intend to engage in a head-on confrontation. He wanted to delay until he lost too much blood and then attack head-on.
Lin Ze had a headache for a pervert who possessed peerless strength and was so scheming.
After two consecutive tests, the old worshiper floated around in an entangled manner, Lin Ze deliberately slowed down.
This old boy is too treacherous. He never engages in direct confrontation. Once his offensive shows signs of weakness, he comes to harass him. But as soon as he confronts him, he retreats calmly.
Chase,
The old boy may not be as good as Lin Ze in physical fitness, but he has quite terrifying speed. No matter how Lin Ze approaches, he can find a breakthrough and float away.
Lin Ze had some killing moves, but he firmly believed that the old guy was also ready to use them.
At first, his sword brought strong psychological pressure to Lin Ze. It was definitely not an attack that ordinary masters could perform. Even if Lin Ze wanted to perform a stunning sneak attack of that level, he still needed to spend time calculating the angle and the strength of the blade. accuracy, and even the defense the opponent may make,
It seemed like an understatement, but in fact it brought out all the profound knowledge of a peerless strong man.
"call,."
Lin Ze suddenly stopped attacking, staring confusedly at the old priest who took a few steps back, and suddenly stopped walking.
As his right arm shook and the blade swung slightly, his left hand suddenly reached into his pocket, intending to take out the prepared bandage.
buzz,
Seeing that Lin Ze was about to make a move to stop the bleeding, the old priest's expression turned cold. He actually gave up dodging and stabbed Lin Ze from the side with a sharp knife.
keng,
At his wits' end, Lin Ze raised his knife to block again, and at this moment he took out the left hand that he had put into his pocket.
Whoosh,
Two blades were drawn out, and Lin Ze was about to confront the old worshiper head-on. Unexpectedly, the latter dodges at the first touch, leaving Lin Ze with nowhere to vent his resentment.
"snort."
Lin Ze's expression became ferocious after several consecutive teasings. Maybe it was because of the excessive blood loss that made him strike more violently and hastily, or maybe he was angered by the old priest's perverted fighting style. In any case, Lin Ze did it. The speed is getting faster and faster, and it is getting more and more anxious. Compared with the orderly advance and retreat at the beginning, it is a bit more disorganized.
Lao Zongfang was just waiting for Lin Ze to show uneasy negative emotions.
Death is not scary, but waiting to die is scary.
He was sure that he would not get hurt while fighting guerrilla warfare with Lin Ze, and he was also sure that Lin Ze would not be allowed to bandage his wounds. Under such a deadlock, the longer the time dragged on, the more advantage he would gain.
If a master, a peerless strong person, fights a protracted battle with an injured master, no master can bear it.
Lin Ze's strikes were getting harder and harder, and his speed was extremely fast. However, the blood on his arms slowly decreased. Lin Ze felt that his left arm was numb and his head was a little heavy. He knew that this was due to blood loss. He also knew that he could not continue to fight like this for more than ten or twenty minutes, and he would die suddenly from excessive blood loss without having to use a knife in the end.
A poisonous old pervert,
buzz,
Lin Ze's blade thrust out, as if it shattered the air and space, and stabbed towards the waist of the old worshipper with great ferocity, trying to cut him open.
But Lao Zongfeng was experienced in many battles back then. Although he has had few chances to strike in recent years, he has not lost any effort in his hands and feet. He does several sets of boxing every day to strengthen his body and maintain his condition. How can Lin Ze hit it easily?
But when he saw his arms swaying, he actually deflected Lin Ze's attack and floated back.
Even in the midst of a fierce battle, Lin Ze admired Lao Zongfeng's physical skills.
A top master, in addition to abnormal attack power, also needs nimble body skills. In this regard, Yinnu has achieved the ultimate. Her speed, even if Lin Ze goes all out, is still a little behind. ,
Sonorous,
It was another confrontation. The old priest took advantage of the shock of the impact and took a few steps back, putting on an airtight defensive posture, waiting for Lin Ze to attack again.
But this time, Lin Ze seemed to have really given up attacking.
But I saw his left hand raised again and grabbed it into his pocket. The purpose was very simple. He took out the bandage from the pocket and tied the wound.
If he didn't bandage, he would really lose too much blood and faint. The occasional stray images in his sight at this moment are the best proof.
"snort."
Seeing him repeating his old tricks, the old priest seemed to have no worries anymore. He raised the knife and stabbed hard. Compared with the last active attack, it was a bit more pungent and sharp, and also a bit more domineering with a sure chance of victory.
The blade glowed with a cold light and stabbed directly towards Lin Ze's throat.
This is Lao Zongfeng's special move. In England, he used this move to kill Gu Tang.
buzz buzz,
The blade stabs out lifelessly like a poisonous snake in the dark, restrained and sharp, full of the smell of killing.
Lin Ze did not resist in time like the previous time. Instead, he quickly took out the bandage and tied it on his left arm.
snap,
Lin Ze, who was tied with a bandage, raised his right arm slightly and tried to use the handleless knife to remove the spicy and unparalleled attack of the old worshipper.
But Lao Zongfeng almost went all out with this attack, so how could Lin Ze's casual blow be able to deflect it away?
The blade that the old priest held calmly in his hand failed to move away, but was deflected by Lin Ze's hard blow and stabbed towards Lin Ze's left shoulder.
Puchi,
Just after bandaging a wound, the blade pierced Lin Ze's left shoulder again.
At this moment, Lin Ze was more injured than ever...
"Well,."
Lin Ze, who suddenly looked pale, let out a low cry, frowning deeply,
The extremely vigilant and cautious old priest did not continue to attack, but wanted to draw his knife and retreat.
In his opinion, as long as a blow misses the critical point, the opponent has the possibility of counterattack. He doesn't mind wasting some more time dealing with the injured Lin Ze.
With such a meticulous mind, it’s no wonder that this peerless strong man can survive to this day. He is indeed extremely careful.
"Want to leave."
Lin Ze, who looked sluggish and hung his head slightly, sneered cruelly, slowly raised his head, with a ghostly smile on his face, raised his left arm, grabbed the blade that pierced the shoulder socket, and asked the old man to worship him. Unable to move,
Comparing strength,
Even Lin Ze at this moment is far better than Lao Zongfeng.
"So what if I don't leave."
A slight hint of astonishment flashed across the old priest's face, but it was quickly covered up by the coldness. In an instant, he waved his left arm, and a slightly shorter blade fell into the palm of his hand, with a strange cold light directed toward Lin Ze's throat. stab away,
bite,
Lin Ze counterattacked with a knife,
This time, his strength seemed to have suddenly increased, not as weak as when he defended just now.
The old priest had a look of shock on his face. He understood that this boy might be using a trick to fight him to the death.
So what,
Old man, my record of undefeated life in half a lifetime will be ruined by a dying young man like you.
snort,
The swords of the two were stabbing faster and faster, and the swords and swords were flashing and their eyes were dazzled. They almost relied on their sensitive reflexes to fight. If they were not careful, they might leave a bloody hole on their bodies.
"Boy, let's see how long you can hold on." The old priest, whose arms were numb and was experiencing tearing pain from the tiger's mouth, sneered. He knew that the other party would definitely not be able to reach anywhere, and he even saw it. The blood oozing from Lin Ze’s tiger’s mouth,
Looking at the cold and expressionless look on this kid's face, I'm afraid he has already reached the end of his strength.
At this moment, the two of them are completely competing on fighting skills and speed. Whoever is faster may stab the other to death.
But it's obvious that their fighting skills and speed are equally matched.
No,,
Lin Ze is obviously slightly worse in terms of speed. After all, who can ask a person who has lost too much blood to have strong speed?
ding ding,
Sonorous,
The old priest who suddenly accelerated his speed thrust out the blade at a tricky angle, trying to force Lin Ze to throw away the blade.
Kaka,,
Lin Ze didn't let the old worshiper get what he wanted. He hit him hard with the method of killing both the jade and the stone. After the fierce friction between the two blades, a dazzling fire was triggered, which made the two people's arms sore and numb. At the moment when the friction between the blades ended, they were shaken. The blades, whose strength exceeded the limit of the arm's endurance, both slipped away and pierced the side wall.
snap,
The old priest who reacted quickly slapped Lin Ze on the chest, but the latter did not move at all, as if what was slapped was not his body, but an iron plate.
"You still have time to slap me again."
Lin Ze's torn throat made a cold and terrifying sound. His almost unconscious right arm slowly reached out from his waist and took out a Qinglong Yanyue Sword with the murderous aura of the ancient battlefield. It was less than twenty centimeters but full of cold air. ,
snap,
In desperation, the old priest clapped his hand again, trying to scare Lin Ze away.
But Lin Ze had planned it from the beginning and finally let the situation evolve to this point. How could he retreat?
A trace of cruelty flashed across the face that was already stained with blood, and he said in a cold voice: "You shouldn't kill my master."
Whoosh, the knife struck towards the old worshipper’s face.
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There are more than 4,000 words in the chapter, and I still have less than 1,000 words in the manuscript. I plan to write it until three o'clock. I will write more as much as I can. If the word count is less than 1,000 words, I will treat it as if I have not made any updates and continue coding.
