Xu Qing believes that swordsmanship does not depend on how many knives he carries on his body, but how many knives he can use when facing the enemy. The Chinese man named Mu Jia in front of him is suspected of pretending to be thirteen. A rough estimate is that he has at least one knife on him.
Hundreds of knives, long and short, thick and wide, this guy is simply a masochist. Just carrying these knives on his body probably weighs as much as a light machine gun.
But Xu Qing was also a little confused. Why did these two guys carry boxes and bags together? To be honest, the things in their hands looked like heroin. I just didn’t know who had the real thing. Although the clairvoyant eye was wonderful, it didn’t matter.
There is no way to distinguish the ingredients of the material, but from the appearance alone, it looks more like the buns in the fiber bag.
The two of them walked to a place less than ten meters away from the car and suddenly stopped together. Two pairs of eyes scanned the ground in front of the car. They looked indescribably vigilant. Mu Jia was holding the bag with one hand and the other.
With a flick of his hand, he already held a half-foot-long scimitar.
This scimitar looked familiar to Xu Qingtu, who was hiding behind the car. Isn't this a Damascus scimitar? Looking at the natural patterns on it and the cold light flowing on the blade, we can infer the fact that this is an authentic Damascus scimitar.
, it can be seen that this guy is still very rich, this knife alone is worth several lifetimes of hard work of others.
These two people were not pretending to be mysterious and neurotic. They had indeed discovered the situation. On the ground in front of the car, there were several very clear new footprints. They were left by Hou Zhiqiang carelessly just now, which exposed his whereabouts.
Something. Xu Qing frowned when he discovered this situation. He suddenly gritted his teeth and stood up straight. Instead of shrinking back and being grabbed by his pigtails, he might as well stand up and stand up, at least so that they wouldn't be able to see him squatting on the ground.
Hou Zhiqiang has left a surprise soldier.
Xu Qing is now a dark-skinned middle-aged man. He stood up and the expressions of the two people opposite him changed. Mu Jia suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword towards his throat, but took a step back.
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Barry leaned his upper body forward and pressed his free hand on his waist. However, he subconsciously took half a step forward. It was this inadvertent movement that made Xu Qing's pupils shrink slightly. He understood who was holding the gift.
It is real heroin. Only the person carrying the genuine product will involuntarily make some subtle defensive actions, and the person who wants to protect the goods will also take action.
"Who are you?" Mujia asked in a cold and hoarse voice. As soon as he said the words, he couldn't help but regret it. If the other party had ulterior motives, it would be impossible to reveal the true identity information.
Expresslessly, Xu Qing stretched out his right index finger and tapped the objects they were holding, and said in the same hoarse and cold voice: "Put down your things, you can get out."
When Barry heard this voice, he couldn't help but glance at Muga holding the knife. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes. Maybe it was because their voices were too similar. In fact, Xu Qing just used Zhengyang Qi to press his vocal cords, deliberately
He suppressed a specious sound, which was the same as their purpose of using boxes and bags to create suspicions, and both fell into the category of fishing in troubled waters.
Mujia's expression turned stern. He held the fiber bag in his hand for a moment. He quickly glanced around and found that no one was walking around the car. He was not afraid even if there was some noise. He turned to face Ba
Li winked, and the two of them walked towards the mysterious man opposite.
Xu Qing stood there with his hands down expressionlessly, squinting at the two approaching people, raising the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking to himself, these two guys are too weak, but if they win too easily, they will show their weakness too quickly.
It's not good to solve the battle... Thinking of this, he took out the Hongming Sword from his waist with his backhand. If he wanted to do a show, he would use the full set. It would be better not to use a weapon like the Longyuan Sword, which is a unique symbol.
Seeing the other party pull out a gleaming short knife, Mu Jia's eyes suddenly shrank, he stretched out his hand to stop Barry, and said in a deep voice: "Take the goods, let me do it!" After saying that, he patted the bag on Barry's chest.
He stepped forward, lunged forward and slashed at the mysterious man's right shoulder with his knife.
The speed of the sword was not very fast. When the blade was swung to Xu Qing's shoulder, it paused for a moment. The blade turned from diagonal slash to vertical strike. A wisp of rising morning light reflected on the blade, and the jagged shape of Momo was reflected.
The German pattern reflected a dazzling brilliance. Mujia closed his eyes, and the dazzling light ribbon in his hand swept out towards the mysterious man.
Mujia is a swordsman. In addition to his skill in using knives, he also loves to collect all kinds of strange knives. This Damascus scimitar is a treasure that he spent a lot of money to collect. The most wonderful thing about this knife is not
Because of its sharpness, the Mohammed pattern on the blade can instantly store sunlight and refract it out. As long as the opponent does not close his eyes, he will be dazzled and injured by the knife.
Hey! The knife swept across. Mujia felt that the knife had hit something based on his years of experience. He opened his eyes with joy. The scene in front of him made him stunned. Standing opposite was a man with a look of horror.
Colorful Barry, the suitcase he lifted in his hand just blocked the knife attack just now, and the white block fell to the ground from the cut gap. In his other hand, he was still holding the fiber loaded with goods.
bag.
A short knife with cold light was placed on Barry's shoulder. The blade was less than a grain of rice away from the skin on his neck. It only took a slight deviation to cut his neck open. Xu Qing held the knife in one hand and
One hand was still supporting the foreign gunman's elbow. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have been seriously injured.
Barry looked at Muga opposite him with a horrified expression. His mind was in confusion. Just now he was dazzled by that damn scimitar, and then he felt his body being pulled by a huge force, and his arm was being lifted.
He lifted it up, and when he opened his eyes again, it was like this. He still didn't understand how the knife was placed on his neck, but he could clearly feel a chill.
Xu Qing smiled coldly and said: "Put down the knife if you know how to do it. I want wealth rather than my life." His tone was like a ruthless man on the street. With a move of his wrist holding the knife, he broke the oily skin on Barry's neck.
Blood beads seeped out through the skin all at once.
Mu Jia's face was cold. He raised the scimitar in his hand and pointed it at Xu Qing's face. He said in a cold voice: "Dream, if you have the guts, kill him." It's a piece of cake for people on the road to see blood. He really dares to use the knife to take it.
Life was rare, and he took advantage of it.
Xu Qing smiled indifferently, then suddenly turned around and shouted in the direction of the Land Rover: "Come out and let this awesome sharp-shooter see this guy."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a wretched face walked out from behind the car. He held a large-caliber sand hawk in his hand and aimed it at the center of Mujia's eyebrows. The scimitar in his hand trembled and fell down weakly, facing him.
The muzzle of the gun is dark, and all fools know that no matter how fast the knife is, it cannot move faster than the bullet.