Chapter 22 The Horse Thief's Life and Death Fight (Part 1)
With its feet on the roof ridge, the black baboon was about to jump up with all its strength and leap towards the casino wall one meter away.
Under the cover of night, arrows continued to approach it at an astonishing high speed.
The murderous aura suddenly burst out of the black baboon's body like a cat with exploded fur. This is because the murderous aura is stimulated by external dangers and automatically triggers induction. At this point, the murderous aura has entered the room and the spirit is sympathetic.
Without thinking, the black baboon ducked its head and turned sideways, swung the knife and struck. "Dang!" The arrow was struck by the blade of the knife and hit the tail shaft. It trembled slightly, deviated from the direction, and passed straight through the black baboon's left rib, pulling up a pile of flesh and blood.
The strong momentum of the crossbow caused the black baboon to stumble and tilt to the side. The tiles under his feet cracked and shattered. He lost his balance and slipped and rolled down. Seeing that half of his body fell off the roof, he suddenly grabbed it with one hand.
From the eaves, my legs were hanging in the air, and there was a slight itching feeling under my ribs.
Jinya's reaction was equally quick, he knelt down, slid down the sloping roof, reached out and grabbed the black baboon's wrist, and pulled him up.
"Be careful, the arrow is poisonous!" the black baboon shouted, turning the scissor with his other hand and digging out the area where the arrow was hit, including the flesh. The wound was as deep as his ribs, and blood was flowing like a stream, but he looked calm and frowned.
Wrinkle, as if the pain has disappeared.
Jinya immediately took out a few packets of medicinal powder, sprinkled some on the black baboon's wounds, and asked him to take some internally. "It must be the ghoul, our people didn't keep an eye on him." He looked up and looked in the direction of the crossbow arrow.
.Through the raised ridge of the roof, the other party can't see them, and he can't see the other party. Poisoning weapons is a characteristic of a killer. Is the ghoul's true identity a killer?
The black baboon tore off the cloth strips of his leggings, wrapped the wound, and tied it tightly: "The arrow was shot from a long distance, and it was very powerful, like a crossbow."
"How is your injury?" Jinya lay on the spot, hesitating for a moment. Maybe tonight is a trap, and Freckles deliberately lured us here to join forces with the ghoul?
"It's like being bitten by a mosquito." The black baboon grabbed the scimitar nonchalantly, squatted down, and arched his back. "Let's continue, otherwise those brothers will be killed by freckles."
Jinya nodded and began to take off his coat.
The second arrow was already on the crossbow string. Gordon moved the crossbow and aimed it at the top of the casino wall. He didn't know yet how effective the first arrow was, but Sinbad told him that the opponent blocked it with a knife.
Being able to stop a crossbow arrow with full source power in time, the opponent's reaction was not only amazing, but the source power was at least black lead level. Could it be that the leader of the horse thieves personally took action?
"The two people rolled over to the other side and were blocked by the roof. I couldn't see them." Sinbad kept staring at the camera, not daring to relax.
"Sinbad, prepare to leave." Gordon knew that the only thing that could really kill someone was the unexpected first arrow. Now that the opponent was wary, the possibility of succeeding was slim. Next, the two sides would inevitably turn to close combat.
After more than a minute, Sinbad shouted again: "There is movement! Direction of nine twenty-seven, nineteen degrees upward. Direction of nine thirty! Direction of nine thirty-three!"
The crossbow arrow shot out of the string, passed through a fast straight line, and accurately hit the black shadow leaping in the distance.
"Ah, it's not a human!" Sinbad lost his voice. The arrow continued to sweep forward, and the black shadow hung on the arrowhead like a raised sail. It was a dark gray night clothes!
"Whoosh-whoosh!" Two figures flew past quickly, jumped out of the roof, rushed up the wall, and then fell down, heading straight towards the casino.
"Sinbad, you retreat first." Gordon pulled down the black mask of his cloak, exposing only his eyes, untied a hook rope from his waist, and threw it to the roof across the street with a "swish" sound. The other party used a piece of clothing
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9 got the time. He must rush to the casino as soon as possible to support Freckles.
"Hey, transsexual! For the sake of taro head, if you also sincerely praise the most invincible handsome man in the universe..." Laratin coughed lightly, but before he finished speaking, he heard Gordon's enthusiastic words.
Voice: "Who is the most beautiful in the universe, Latina is the most beautiful!"
"Well, who knows, I am so beautiful that even transgender people admire me." Lalatin grabbed Gordon, raised it to his shoulder, and swung his left leg. He kicked his legs, turned his body, twisted his waist, threw his arms, and threw
!
As if being ejected from a trebuchet, Gordon drew a parabola nearly a kilometer in the air, passed over the casino, and continued to fly forward.
"Taro Head, isn't my throwing posture cool?"
"But you threw it too far! Oh my God, Mr. Ghoul is still flying, and he is further away from the casino!"
"This is not the point. The point is the perfect and elegant movements. Don't put the cart before the horse. Taro Tou, the transsexual has a lot of gold coins. Why don't you ask him to get more? My skin care lotion, hair cream, and massage oil all cost money."
Money... go back soon, let’s get some beauty sleep first.”
"Crack!" Gordon threw out the hook, and the iron claw at the end clasped the eaves next to it. It swung rapidly like a pendulum for ten times before slowing down the attack.
Turning around, he saw that the casino was still five hundred meters away, and he was thrown to the other end. Because the speed was too fast and too fierce, blood surged in his chest, and he felt faintly stuffy.
A monster with a broken brain is really scary. Gordon jumped up and ran towards the casino at full speed.
A fierce battle was going on in the casino. Four scimitars echoed each other, piercing through the crowd and slashing at Freckles from the front, back, left and right.
The swords were shining brightly, and murderous intent was boiling. Compared to the rabble of a small gang, the cooperation of the four horse thieves was much stricter and more orderly.
Freckles stretched out his arms, and the two short knives crossed two semicircles respectively, almost in no particular order, and touched the four scimitars.
"Dang-" Amidst the clear sound of metal tapping, the scimitars swung outward one after another. Freckles took advantage of the force and jumped up, with a graceful posture, his feet flying in the air, and the short sword was like a dazzling ray of sunlight, surrounding the four horse thieves.
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c Blood spattered and the four headless corpses fell backwards.
"Now!" Outside the crowd, the black baboon roared and charged straight forward. The scimitar, arms, and legs were connected in a diagonal line. Even while running, they always maintained an inclination angle of 45 degrees.
This is the easiest offensive sword skill to use - one-line slashing.
Freckles had just killed four people, and it was just when his momentum was first full and then exhausted. The black baboon made a surprise attack at the right time.
A long and narrow ray of cold light struck straight down!
Black lead-level source of power! The three leaders of the horse thieves! Freckles stared at the opponent's mask-covered face, a trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and the dagger that should have been exhausted suddenly raised, and the light burst out, like the blazing sun flying into the sky.
Diamond level Flying to the Sun Flying Slash!
A black lead level slash!
The two sides approached instantly and collided fiercely.
The scimitar was like rotting mud, breaking silently. The freckled short sword slashed sharply towards the black baboon's neck in a soaring manner.