Li Si lit a cigarette. At this time, he should show a calm side. He turned around and put one hand in his pocket. Leng Shaobai just jumped out of the car, looking embarrassed.
"You are Li Si!" Leng Shaobai glared at him.
"Yes, I am Li Si from Huainan City! But, I don't know who you are?" Li Si raised his eyebrows.
"Humph!" Leng Shaobai took a deep breath and regained his usual indifference and calmness. He smiled cruelly and said, "Today, you will die here!"
Having said that, a strange sharp edge slipped from his sleeve. The sharp edge showed a strange curve.
Li Si felt a chill in his heart. He stared at the strange edge with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Leng Shaobai had always believed that cold weapons were the king in close combat, and the edge in his hand had been with him all his life.
The dagger. Whether it was from its gorgeous shape or from its perfect curves, it was undoubtedly a super weapon. Li Si could see through the terror of that dagger at a glance.
The cold light flashes, the sharp edge is revealed, and there is another world hidden under the perfect curve, a long and narrow blood groove. That is the fatal place of this dagger. When such a dagger pierces the human body, the blood will flow along the blood on the dagger.
The groove sprays thin instantly. Moreover, air can be quickly introduced through the blood groove. The air forms a large amount of foam in the body and blocks blood vessels. It only needs to penetrate about 8cm into any part of the human body to kill the opponent instantly, and in the body cavity where the negative pressure is eliminated
Pull out the thorn without any effort.
And once the opponent struggles, there is a Mitsubishi spear at the front of the dagger that will immediately tear the opponent's muscles and cause an open wound.
With such a cruel edge, Li Si naturally did not dare to neglect it. He took out the military thorn that had been following him for ten years from his calf. Although it was less weird than Leng Shaobai's dagger, it was a little more weird.
A cold light flashed in Leng Shaobai's eyes, and he glared at Li Sida: "You are not allowed to call Rou like that! Go to hell!"
Leng Shaobai took action, and his tactics were almost the same as Li Si's. He rushed forward in an instant, holding the dagger in his hand, bending his body, and pressing his arms extremely low. This effect can reduce the resistance of the air to the body, and the speed is extremely fast. Li
Si's pupils tightened, and he held a cigarette in his left hand and flicked it at Leng Shaobai. Leng Shaobai tilted his head slightly, avoiding the attack of the cigarette butt, and threw his right hand towards Li Si.
