With her superb skills, deep internal strength, and her original foundation, if she were to return to modern times and become a mercenary again, she would definitely be a mythical existence.
Even the best killers cannot be faster than her, and will be frightened by her speed. They will think that she is not human at all!
That kind of speed is not something humans can achieve.
But she broke through the limit and did it.
When the whip fell, she had the safest way, which was to counterattack. When the whip fell, she could accurately avoid the whip's attack point, and then follow the attack force of the whip to counterattack, wrapping the whip around herself.
On his arm, he moved up and locked Lin He's throat.
But that wouldn't be enough of a shock, she thought others could do it too.
If she wanted to scare Lin He, she had to be unexpected.
It appeared from an angle that he had never thought of, like a ghost, frightening his courage. Only then did he realize that the strongest has its own strong hand.
Lin He reacted quickly. As soon as Shen Mingzhu finished speaking, he whipped back again, as if there were eyes on his back. The tip of the whip pierced Shen Mingzhu's back hard.
Shen Mingzhu smiled coldly, and just slid away a foot, and the tip of the awl pierced Lin He's back.
At the same time, Shen Mingzhu flipped his wrist, and a gleaming dagger was already smeared on Lin He's neck.
The dagger caused a different stir in the eyes of several people.
Yun Feiyang had never seen a dagger like that.
The dagger looks just a little longer than a palm, with two forked-like things on the tip, making it hard to figure out what it does.
Although Lin He couldn't see it, he was startled. He immediately flicked his wrist and tried to use the whip to entangle Shen Mingzhu or force him to retreat.
But Shen Mingzhu didn't care about his whip at all. No matter how hard he shook it, her dagger was always on his neck.
The blade is so cold that even in the middle of summer, people feel a biting chill.
Lin He shuddered in his heart.
Shen Mingzhu snorted coldly: "Aren't you still going to admit defeat?"
She flipped her other hand and unexpectedly caught the whip in her hand. Others were fine, but Yun Feibai was shocked because Lin He's whip was not an ordinary whip.
There are many small thorns on the whip, and the thorns are tempered with poison. If they are injured, they will be poisoned.
But Shen Mingzhu actually held it in his hand like this!
What surprised him even more was that Shen Mingzhu didn't react at all. Was there something on his hand or was his internal power so deep that he was invulnerable?
Could it be that some hard physical skills such as the golden bell mask are enough?
Lin He felt that Shen Mingzhu actually dared to grab his whip, and he immediately chuckled, "Boy, you are seeking death yourself, don't blame me for being cruel!"
Following Mr. Yun, he has always been proud and does not need to keep a low profile. Moreover, the only thing he asks of himself is to be loyal to the old man. As for what is right and wrong and justice, he is too lazy to care.
He beats and kills people, and he never needs a reason!
It's the same this time.
Thinking in his mind, he hit the killer with pain, pressed his fingers on the handle, opened the mechanism on the whip, and the small thorns spread out fiercely.
Shen Mingzhu could naturally feel the small thorn suddenly opening and stabbing into the palm of her hand. Although she wore invulnerable sky silk gloves, she still felt a stinging pain.
She knew it was because the thorns on the braid were too sharp
