An indescribable fear enveloped the leader. He grasped the handle of the knife and swung it with all his strength, trying to withdraw the blade from the opponent's fingers.
But Gordon kept moving his fingers, and as soon as the scimitar exerted force, it was turned by his fingers, changing the direction of the force, and had to flip around his fingers. It was like a poisonous snake trying to escape, but was nailed seven inches time and time again. It was difficult to
break free.
"Who on earth are you!" The leader's face was pale and twisted in panic. He had never seen such a weird martial arts. The blade seemed to be stuck to the opponent's finger, and he couldn't even pull it out. The most terrifying thing
Yes, Gordon has never used his source power since he killed the first big man.
"I want to join the Storm Horse Thieves. Can you recommend me?" Gordon said, closing the cover of his watch.
The leader laughed angrily: "How stupid do I have to be to believe such nonsense like yours?"
"I thought people would become stupider than usual when faced with greed or fear. You..." Before Gordon could finish his words, the leader suddenly let go, leaned back, flew his legs, and kicked the knife hard.
On the handle.
There was no warning about this leg, and he put all his strength into it. The fierce momentum caused the scimitar to break free from its restraints and shoot straight. Gordon let go and moved sideways, and the scimitar flew past and hit the wall with a clang.
The leader immediately pounced on him, and a short knife slipped out from his sleeve and fell into his palm. He waved the short knife, bullied Gao Deng, slashed wildly, and fought close to him.
Gao Deng suddenly moved around, dodging nimbly, and the short and swift sword lights flew up and down against him. Although he had no tricks and no source of power, he was killed with every move.
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He is ruthless and decisive, and will not hesitate to die with his opponent.
"Sure enough, it is a sword skill that comes out of the blood sea of corpses." Gordon's shoulders swayed slightly and his steps moved to the left.
The leader reacted very quickly, and pulled the dagger horizontally, following the swing of Gordon's figure. Unexpectedly, the dagger cut into the air, and Gordon's left swing was actually a fake move.
In an instant, a kick as fast as lightning hit the leader in the crotch. He grunted, staggered back, and his face was as pale as paper. "Kill!" This man had a fierce temperament. He would not retreat but advance, roaring and pounced again.
To Gordon.
With a "bang", he was kicked in the crotch again, his body curled up into a ball, he fell forward with a wailing sound, and the short knife fell with a "thud".
Gordon walked up to the opponent and was about to speak. The opponent jumped up and jumped straight at Gordon. His ferocious face was like a ghost seeking for its soul, and it would not stop until death.
"Bang!" Gordon flew up and kicked the opponent in the crotch for the third time. The leader was kicked into the air and hit the wall. Cold sweat, blood and water mixed with feces and urine flowed out, his lower limbs shook like chaff, and his throat gushed out.
The sound of "ho ho".
"Now we can discuss business in a friendly manner." Gordon walked over, his tone as friendly as spring breeze.
The leader reluctantly turned his face and said weakly: "If you kill someone, if you can't escape, the city's police chief will definitely find you."
Gordon raised his eyebrows: "Is it a crime to kill a few horse thieves?"
"Horse thieves? Who can prove it?" A vicious smile appeared on the leader's face, "At least on the surface, they are civilians with names and innocent backgrounds. If you kill them, you will violate the laws of the Kingdom of Sand.
He will be hunted by the entire Shahu tribe and even wanted by the whole country."
Gordon laughed dumbly: "I'm sorry, it turns out that you really respect the law. As you said, I killed someone, but who can prove it?" With a flick of his finger, an alchemical potion shot out and exploded in the air.
, fell on four corpses. "Look, no one can be found here at all. Where does the crime of murder start?"
The four corpses quickly oozed pus, melting together with their clothes, shoes, and accessories. The leader's face suddenly changed. He had heard of this alchemy potion that could destroy corpses and eliminate traces. It is said that 10 ml is worth thousands of gold, and it is very expensive.
, only circulated within some murderous organizations.
"Who are you?" He clenched his palms tightly and looked at Gordon with a look of despair.
"Why don't we talk about a business deal." Gordon picked up the suitcase on the ground and opened the lid. "You tell me the details of the Storm Horse Bandits, and I will let you choose ten treasures and send you safely out of Crescent City."
The leader stared straight at the jewels, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up with a sly smile: "Are you treating me like a rookie? Boy, you have no intention of letting me leave alive."
Gordon sighed softly, and the ice chrysanthemum dagger slipped out of his cuffs, and the blade gently scratched the other person's ear: "Sometimes, living is more painful than death. Believe me, you won't be willing to try it."
"I don't have a chance to try." The leader looked at the box full of jewelry mockingly, his whole body suddenly twitched, and black blood seeped out from his seven orifices.
Gordon's heart moved, he grabbed the opponent's clenched palm and opened his fingers. One of the nails scratched the skin, blood surged like ink, and there were still some light yellow powder remaining at the wound. Obviously, there was something hidden between the opponent's nails.
A highly poisonous powder, in order to avoid being tortured to extract a confession, he would rather kill himself.
This man is worthy of being a murderous desperado, ruthless and decisive, without fear of life or death. Gordon was thinking as he cleaned up the corpses and eliminated the remaining traces of the fight. Although these horse thieves were vulnerable, most of their skills were
When fighting on the ground on horseback, the lethality is greatly reduced. If in the open desert, more than ten horseback thieves line up and charge straight into each other, with people borrowing horse power and horses gaining momentum, he may not be able to handle it.
After packing everything, Gordon picked up his suitcase and returned the same way. When he walked to the counter of the medicine shop, the middle-aged man looked as if he had seen a ghost.
"You..." He opened his mouth wide, his eyes fell on the suitcase, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Sorry, I couldn't find anyone below." Gordon said sincerely, "Can you recommend a few more buyers to me?"
The middle-aged man was stunned, and then he winked at the door. Two arrogant guys broke into the store. "Look at him!" The middle-aged man\u
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After a while, he ran back with an expression of disbelief, stared at Gordon, and asked in a stern voice, "What did you do?"
Gordon shrugged: "I just took a trip for nothing, that's all."
The middle-aged man's eyes twitched, and he burst into a burst of sharp laughter: "Okay, you dare to trick me, you have the guts!" He turned to the two guys who were staring at Gordon and said, "Clear the place and close the street!"
"Bang-bang-bang-bang!" After a moment, each shop closed its doors and closed its windows. The turbulent flow of passengers was quickly dispersed, and the entire East Street became empty and dead. Not even a mule was seen.
Less than.
Then, from various intersections, hooligans holding iron rods, daggers, machetes, and leather whips came in one after another, forming a dense crowd and surrounding the medicine shop. Gordon saw Freckles standing there, holding a short knife in his hand, with a fierce look on his face.
, and a piece of black plaster was stuck on his forehead.
"My Lord Sheriff, I'll give you half an hour." A soldier came out of the crowd and whispered in the middle-aged man's ear.
"Now the whole street belongs to me." The middle-aged man stared at Gordon coldly, his hands shaking slightly in his wide sleeves, "I want to see how smart you are?"