Chapter 659: The Unfathomable Mysterious Clothes Old Man
Chapter 659: The unpredictable old man in mysterious clothes
The sound of fighting came against the wind and snow! The collision of gold weapons was sonorous and powerful.
Zhihao and Xiaolou rushed to the cliff. In the wind and snow, four figures were flying, like dancing ghosts and wind shadows. In the blink of an eye, Da Liu had been forced to the edge of the cliff, leaning against the cliff, fighting with his life.
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Zhihao didn't stop for a moment and ran straight to the cliff.
The situation changed instantly. Just now it was a three-on-one absolute advantage. Now it is a one-on-one confrontation. At least in terms of the number of people, they are evenly matched.
Look directly at him with a cold face and confront him silently.
The brief silence was a moment of rest, mobilizing energy, waiting for the next round of more brutal fighting. They all needed to take a breath, Zhihao and Xiao Lou ran all the way, and they should adjust their breathing; the three besiegers and the one being captured
The besiegers all needed to take a breather. Zhihao saw that Da Liu's face was red with a hint of purple. It was obvious that his skill had reached its peak.
The three opposing pairs formed partners with matching strengths. There was no need for distribution, it was natural.
Only then did Zhihao see his opponent clearly. He was dressed in black, energetic, and his eyes were colder than when he first saw Da Liu and Xiao Lou.
The person confronting Xiao Lou was also a man in black.
Zhihao glanced at the person in front of Da Liu and couldn't help being surprised.
The old man in black clothes.
Obviously, this is the most powerful, experienced and absolute leader among the three.
Zhihao could tell from the old man's face and eyes that he was an enigmatic practitioner, with slightly bulging cheeks and sharp eyes. He looked directly at his opponent like an eagle's eye, and his gaze was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the opponent's internal organs.
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In his hand was a full-foot scimitar, with a blade like paper, a back like a finger, a zigzag shape, graceful grooves, a tip like a spear, and a black body with a faint cold light.
Zhihao suddenly remembered that he had just seen the machete being waved and the dark red light of the sword. At this moment, Zhihao couldn't help but be shocked again, the soul-snatching knife!
Zhihao suddenly realized the reason for such a confrontation. His opponent had a clear analysis of the strength of the three of them. Among the three, the old man was obviously familiar with Da Liu and Xiao Lou. He had never met him before and he was so young.
Of course, they should be regarded as the weakest opponents. Da Liu and Xiao Lou. Da Liu is stronger, so the strongest old man in Xuanyi will deal with Da Liu, and the remaining two young and weaker ones will deal with Xiao Lou and himself respectively.
In the hands of the six people, Da Liu held a steel whip, the old man in Xuanyi had a scimitar, and the remaining four all had short knives. The short knife in Zhihao's hand was the one given to him by Da Liu at Luyin Villa, with a dark and bright cold light.
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The opponent's attire, a dark short coat, stood neatly at attention. Although the killer's attire was not as majestic as the ancient warriors, it was also the most suitable clothing for fighting. On the other hand, Zhihao and the other three were still wearing long clothes in winter. Da Liu and Xiao
Lou is quite nimble, and Zhihao is wearing a half-length thin down jacket. If he didn't have the short knife in his hand, at first glance, he would have thought he was a tourist going into the mountains on a snowy day.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it is white. The six people standing in front of the cliff are covered with crystal snowflakes. They are blurry and they can no longer distinguish the colors of their clothes. In a moment, they will become three pairs of snowmen.
The old man in Xuanyi suddenly sneered, breaking the tranquility in the wind and snow.
The laughter was rough and bold, low and sharp, like a gold weapon hitting a stone wall and scratching deeply with its force.
"Very good, they are all here, so I don't have to attack them individually!" The old man in Xuanyi sneered again, "If you live, you will bring back people; if you die, you will bring back corpses!"
Da Liu had a stern look on his face and said nothing. Zhihao secretly saw the clues that the people in the organization, the people from the killer organization that Da Liu Xiaodao said, were already chasing him here.
"Let's do it!" The old man in Xuanyi shouted, and he rushed towards Da Liu, the soul-snatching sword in his hand dancing, lingering and turning red.
In an instant, the sound of gold weapons being handed over was heard, and the silence of the wind and snow in front of the cliff was instantly replaced by the cry of killing.
After a few rounds, Zhihao has figured out the strength of his opponent. The weakest one is indeed weaker than imagined.
It was very interesting. In the middle of the fight, Zhihao suddenly came up with a sentence: Tian Ji horse racing.
Obviously with a relaxed mentality, Zhihao thought to himself, if Da Liu and Xiao Lou changed their opponents again, it would be a perfect duel. He would definitely win, and Da Liu could defeat the young man in black, even if Xiao Lou fell.
Defeat, 2:1, two wins out of three, already a complete victory.
But now it is not a pure competition between warriors. Zhihao can feel it. This is a battle of life and death, a life-and-death showdown. It is not simply about winning and it is over. It is impossible to tell the outcome unless you fall to the ground and die.
If you can't be peaceful, you will have to kill yourself, otherwise you will be injured. What if Da Liu and Xiao Lou can't withstand it? Then today, in front of the cliff, there will be the burial place of the three of them. You can't fall to the ground, this is a world of the weak and the strong.
, once he falls to the ground, none of the people under his protection will survive. Is there any unfinished business in the future?
As soon as Zhihao gritted his teeth, his offensive became more urgent and his moves were fierce. He was completely different from the peaceful one before.
Not to mention Da Liu and Xiao Lou, the killer's methods are unreserved, and their moves are all close to fatal, lest they don't cause the other party to die, and then move on quickly, because these are mutually reinforcing, either you die or I die.
In front of the cliff, the sound of killing shook the sky, and a clearing was covered with thick snow. In the blink of an eye, an oval-shaped space was cleared. Wherever footsteps passed by, the snow was trampled firmly, or even kicked away, leaving spots exposed.
true colors.
Zhihao secretly observed Da Liu and Xiao Lou from the corner of his eye. Xiao Lou was in good condition and had already forced his opponent in black to retreat step by step. He obviously had the upper hand. The situation at Da Liu was not good. The old man in black clothes had a scimitar.
The dance was so loud that the wind was blowing, and no one could distinguish the figure except the shadow of the knife and the shadow of the whip. What surprised Zhihao even more was that the soul-snatching knife had turned into a bright red color, like a streak of colored silk in the white world.
Capture people's souls in the wind and snow, the real soul-capturing sword!
Zhihao was really angry, his energy increased suddenly, he let out a low shout, and passed the dagger straight over, a cold light flashed, and there was a faint mystery in the dark light. The speed was too fast, too fast to be imagined, and the force was too great, too powerful to be imagined.
withstand.
The man in black blocked the attack with his dagger, but it was ineffective. When he retreated again, it was still ineffective. The direction, speed, and strength of the dagger in Zhihao's hand did not change at all. It was thrust directly into the opponent's chest. There was no way to dodge or avoid it.
Before the man in black thought about what was going on, he was stabbed in the chest. A burst of pain came, followed by another burst of pain. Zhihao's figure came like the wind, his left foot flew out, and the man in black flew out.
, hit the stone wall heavily, and fell to the ground silently.
In just a few seconds, Zhihao defeated his opponent. He had never been so bold and struck like this before. Blood gurgled out from under the man in black, and when the snow slowly turned red, Zhihao did not say a word of regret.
Sighing, he had never felt calmer before. When Zhihao looked out of the corner of his eye, Xiao Lou defeated his opponent almost at the same time. Only Da Liu and the old man Xuanyi were fighting hard and gradually losing ground.
His companions died, leaving only the old man in Xuanyi.
There was another short pause, not a breather. A three-on-one situation had formed. Da Liu's purple face softened slightly, and the old man in Xuanyi looked calm.
This calm face was so calm that it was beyond Zhihao's imagination.
Killer, a terrible killer, a killing tool like a machine. Zhihao suddenly felt that his opponent was extremely terrifying, even more terrifying than when they were one-on-one. Although the three of them were half surrounded at this time, the old man in Xuanyi stood in front of the cliff.
"Very good, very good." The old man in Xuanyi nodded silently and smiled coldly, as if the two corpses lying on the ground beside him had nothing to do with him, or that none of this had ever happened.
Bring five corpses back."
This is not arrogance, but confidence.
The soul-stealing sword turned back to a faint black color, glowing with cold light.
Zhihao stared at the knife closely. What kind of magic weapon was it? In the hands of the old man Xuanyi, it was a sharp weapon for attack and a steel net for protection. If it were not a life and death fight, Zhihao would feel sorry for the old man from the bottom of his heart.
He expressed respect, but such feelings no longer exist. The old man's figure has moved.
Dark red reappeared, like a shadow of blood.
The blood shadow pointed at Xiao Lou. As expected, it was a tactic of killing them all, starting with the weak points and defeating them one by one.
How could Da Liu allow Xuanyi to succeed? The steel whip shook, the sound of gold weapons clashing, the swords and whips connected, the soul-snatching sword was swung away, the red light turned, and struck Da Liu again. In the blink of an eye, four people
Fighting together, the light and shadow are shining, and it is difficult to distinguish between you and me.
What a fight!
Zhihao has never experienced it. If this can be regarded as a fierce fight, then the fight with Da Liu and Xiao Lou is simply child's play and they cannot be on the same stage. It was a fight with the meaning of exchanging ideas, and lives were at stake.
In previous seasons, they all kept their hands open; today's fights are all about fatal blows, with no room for maneuver, dangers everywhere, and desperate situations everywhere.
Zhihao suddenly heard a scream from Xiao Lou, which was shrill and shrill, shot back from the cliff, and passed through...