The sky and the earth were completely white, and there was no longer any boundary between heaven and earth. The north wind was blowing, and large snowflakes were rolled up and flying all over the sky. Wen Fei drove the car and drove forward hard in the wind and snow. He
The road ahead can no longer be seen clearly, the ground has been covered with white carpet, and everything around is covered in silver.
The off-road vehicle was crawling along the rugged road like a frail old man. It finally stopped in front of a villa shrouded in white snow. It was quiet all around, with only the sound of snowflakes falling slightly, like willow catkins.
They were blown up by the wind and rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.
Wen Fei opened the car door and jumped out of the car. It was like stepping on a pile of cotton wool. He walked towards the door with a deep kick and a shallow kick, leaving behind a pile of jade. The mountains were majestic and eerie.
But at this time, it is like a huge white mushroom, with overlapping tree shadows and covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blows and falls on the ground like snowflakes blooming.
Suddenly Wen Fei stopped and stood motionless in the wind and snow. Because he sensitively felt that the external force behind him suddenly compressed the space and became very depressed. This is an instinctive sixth sense reaction, which can be clearly understood
He realized that there was a dangerous aura coming from behind him. Less than ten meters away from him, there was a man in black, skillfully flipping a bright sharp knife up and down in his hand, standing there and walking slowly against the wind and snow.
Xiang Wenfei came over.
The snow seemed to be falling harder and denser. Wen Fei felt nothing when the snow hit his face. He stood motionless, but he felt the sense of danger getting stronger and stronger. He had never felt like this before.
For the first time, his heart beat rapidly out of fear. The shadow of death shrouded him step by step behind him.
The sound of sharp blades piercing the air came to his ears, mixed with the biting chill of the howling north wind. Wen Fei flew up like a wild goose, and turned around in mid-air. He saw a black figure rushing toward him quickly. The black figure
In Ying's right hand, he held a short sword with a dazzling cold light, flying like a white sword in the wind and snow.
The short knife seemed to have eyes, flying up and down along with Wen Fei's figure. There was only a "squeak" sound, and the light of the knife had cut through Wen Fei's left arm, and blood spattered, bit by bit on the snow, like
Several delicate red flowers bloomed. These blooms all happened in an instant, without any time to think about it.
The two figures were turning, rolling, soaring and moving in the snow, accompanied by the flying snow in the sky. The posture was really beautiful. The sky and the earth seemed to gradually become brighter. Wen Fei could not get rid of the opponent's dagger and kept retreating.
There was a small tree, its branches were bent down by the heavy snow, and large snowflakes fell from the branches. In a flash, Wen Fei hid behind the tree, and the black shadow followed him like a shadow. A sword light flashed across, and Xiao
The tree was split into two. With the sound of the small tree falling, a plume of white smoke rose up from the snow and dispersed, melting into the heavy snow.
When the black figure saw the tree fall, he took a few steps back. Taking advantage of this gap, Wen Fei looked at the person carefully. The person was wrapped in a set of black clothes and black trousers, snowflakes fell on him, and his head was covered with snowflakes.
It melted, and the wet long hair was blown by the north wind and turned to one side, revealing a face with sharp edges and frost, and a cold light burst out from the black eyes, which was even colder than the ice and snow. Wen Fei had already
The person he recognized was the man riding the motorcycle. Wen Fei was very impressed by those eyes.
This man is Han Feng, a born killer with a heart of stone. Human life is worthless in his eyes.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me? Who sent you here?" Wen Fei asked sharply, and there was an echo in the empty snow.
"Take people's money and eliminate disasters for them." Han Feng spoke with great care and no nonsense. As soon as he finished speaking, he swayed and rushed over again. He moved very quickly, without any sloppiness. The short knife in his hand flashed in the snow light.
Under the illumination, it gave off a cool and cold light. Wen Fei did not dare to be careless at all, picked up a branch from the ground, shook off the snow, and went up to it.
The blood on his arm flowed down drop by drop like broken pearls. In an instant, Wen Fei's entire arm was dyed red. The short knife in Han Feng's hand appeared and disappeared, and when he waved it, it made a sharp sound of gold and stone.
It responds to the howling north wind and complements each other.
The branch in Wen Fei's hand was cut off inch by inch by the short knife, and only the handle was left. His arm was dripping with blood. He simply threw the branch at Han Feng's face. The two were close to each other, and Wen Fei's speed
Faster. Han Feng was caught off guard and hurriedly took a step back, then used his short knife to block the branches. Just as he was about to step forward, a white mist suddenly appeared in front of him, covering the sky and the ground.
Han Feng was shocked and covered his face with both hands, and turned his face to the side. The white mist gradually dispersed, and a flying kick suddenly appeared in mid-air, kicking Han Feng on the shoulder. This kick was kicked by jumping up, and the weight of his whole body was again
The gravity force was so powerful that Han Feng was kicked out. However, he did not fall to the ground, but rolled in the snow. His upper body stood up, and he was half-kneeling on the snow with one foot.
Squatting on the other foot, the short knife in his hand was raised high. The bright red blood on the blade had condensed into dark purple.
That cloud of white mist was caused by Wen Fei taking advantage of Han Feng to avoid the branches. He stuck his foot in the snowdrift and stirred up a cloud of snow, which confused Han Feng's sight. He then flew into the air and kicked Han Feng.
Wen Fei's head was wet with snow or sweat, and white smoke was rising. He looked down and saw that there was a cut in his pants, but the wound was not big. So he cut it
He tore a strip of cloth from the opening of his pants, wrapped it around his arm, grabbed one end of the strip with his hand, bit the other end with his teeth, and tightly bandaged the bleeding part of his arm with his hands.
The snow seemed to be falling harder, and it kept falling, covering everything on the ground. It seemed as if the ground had been covered with a thick quilt. The north wind also blew harder, as if
The whole world was tilted. The two faced each other in the heavy snow, motionless, with snow covering their bodies and heads.
A cell phone rang, and Wen Fei touched his pocket subconsciously. Han Feng suddenly rose up, and his body was like an arrow leaving the string, forming an angle of 45 degrees with the ground, and rushed towards Wen Fei. The short knife in his hand was in the snowstorm.
It looked extremely bright. Wen Fei took a step back, kicked up, and the snow drifted away like a stream of smoke. Han Feng was no longer fooled this time, and his body did not pause. Wen Fei stared at the dagger with his eyes fixed on it, and stepped back again and again.
The dagger made an arc and continued to strike at an astonishing speed. Wen Fei finally saw the path of the dagger clearly. He leaned back, avoided the dagger, and stretched out his right hand to grab Han Feng's knife-holding hand.
Feng's hands were cold, just like his own. He tried hard to pull his hand back, but it didn't twitch, so he kicked it over. Wen Fei flew up with his left foot, caught Han Feng's foot, and then pulled hard with his right hand.
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Han Feng's body was pulled, and his heart became anxious. The hand holding the knife stabbed Wen Fei's chest hard. Wen Fei grabbed his wrist tightly, and the blade could not advance even half an inch. Han Feng yelled, lowered his body, and raised his right hand
As soon as he let go, the dagger fell to the snow. At the same time, his left hand reached forward to catch the dagger firmly, and another cold light burst out.
Wen Fei's face changed color, he took a breath, jumped back, and with a "chi" sound, another cut was made in his lower abdomen. Wen Fei clearly felt the cold blade scratching his skin, and he broke out in a cold sweat on his back.
He didn't wait for the light of the sword to rise again, so he rolled into the snow and quickly stood up. He secretly screamed in his heart that it was so dangerous! He was almost disemboweled, and he really walked around the gate of hell.
Han Feng turned around like a whirlwind and came back with the knife, which was already stained with blood. Wen Fei didn't hide this time, but rushed towards the knife and leaned forward. When he was close to him, he lowered his head.
, the windbreaker on his body actually floated up from behind, and he emerged like a huge curtain. Han Feng was in a trance, and darkness enveloped his whole body. The hand holding the knife tightened and Wen Fei grabbed it with both hands. A powerful force made him
The hand holding the knife changed its direction of travel.
His pupils dilated rapidly, and his face turned pale without a trace of blood. A sharp short knife was pulled by a force and pierced into the middle of his lower abdomen. He clearly heard the sound of the knife cutting open his lower abdomen, and the sound was like a feather.
It was flying in the air. The sound of blood spurting out was like the rustle of fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
Wen Fei quickly took a few steps back. Han Feng staggered around. He used his left hand to pull open the windbreaker covering his head. He lowered his head and saw that the short knife had penetrated deep into his body, leaving only the handle outside.
The blood spurted out with hot steam, and his whole body was soaked red. He staggered as he walked, and where he walked, dripping blood was sprinkled on the ground, which was particularly special against the background of the snow.
enchanting.
At this time, the snow slowly stopped, the north wind disappeared without a trace, and there was silence all around. Han Feng struggled to walk a few steps, and his feet went limp and fell into the snow. The moment he fell,
His eyes actually became warmer. He fell on his back in the snow, and suddenly found that the sky had become brighter, and his body was as light as if he was about to fly. There was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and he closed his eyes.
This may be the fate of the killer. For people like him, ordinary life is a helpless choice. Wen Fei was also stunned when he saw Han Feng's tender eyes at the moment of death.