The old man stood on the same spot. The moment the opponent's samurai sword slashed at him, he squatted down and avoided the opponent's blade. The next moment, he jumped up like a spring that was compressed to the extreme. The short sword in his right hand jumped from

It pierced the opponent's heart.

Then he quickly pulled away and rolled on the ground, and reunited with Scar again, standing back to back.

The two corpses fell down. The disappearance of the two lives in the dark night did not cause any abnormality. They were dead just like they were dead, and they died quietly.

"Old man, is the knife very fast?"

Scar said in surprise.

"Young man, you are not bad either."

The old man nodded.

As soon as the two of them said something, someone rushed up to them again.

Scar raised both arms and leaned forward. The blade of the knife passed across the opponent's blade. He stepped forward directly and crossed his swords. The man knelt directly on the ground and poked his head on the ground. His head was weird.

's folded back.

The old man still likes to move forward, hiding first and then killing, without any contact with the opponent at all. He plays with the two knives in an unpredictable manner. The person he is facing is struck in the air with another knife, and then falls down.

Four people died in a row, almost all of them meeting each other. The remaining people no longer came up to die stupidly, but slowly forced them up together.

Scar glanced around and saw that at least ten people and ten knives were approaching together, reflecting the faint light in the night.

"Who has more?"

Scar suggested something.

"Half for one person is not more than many, but faster than more!"

The old man suggested another way to play.

"Can!"

Scar simply agreed.

After finishing speaking, the two of them immediately rushed forward without waiting for those people to completely compress their activity space.

The old man was like a leopard, walking very fast, while Scar was like a lion, full of pride.

Close combat became inevitable, and both of them were under siege.

However, the old man looks old, but he is very fast and has very flexible movements. He can easily dodge the siege of a group of people. From time to time, like a scorpion's tail, he suddenly attacks and takes away a life.

Scar used a small dagger, but he had a posture similar to that of a broadsword. He opened and closed the dagger, and he clashed head-on with the opponent again and again, forcing the opponent to reveal his fatal flaw and then kill him with one blow.

So Scar's battle sounds very fierce, and it's very lively.

However, the old man's battle with those people seemed to be dancing, and there was basically no movement. It was just that some scary little noises were made before the person died.

Two completely different fighting styles, both harvesting life. Corpses fell to the ground one after another. As long as the person who fell basically could not hold on for a few seconds, there would be no movement at all, because everyone targeted the fatal parts and would not waste any energy.

Let you stand up and fight again.

Real battles are like this. They will never be like movies and TV dramas that require strict review and should not be too bloody. All the injuries suffered are internal injuries and the death scenes are so beautiful.

The death appearance of everyone here is very eye-catching. Some people have frightened faces, some have ferocious faces, some have silent expressions, and even some have a bit of relief.

As long as you are a dead person, no matter what your expression is, it will be very scary. Others will recall what you were thinking in the seconds before death, why you were in pain, and why you were relieved.

"ah!"

A scream finally broke the silence.

Scar pulled out the knife and saw the man in front of him fell down. The knife stabbed him a little bit to the side, leaving the man with the strength to make a sound. The main reason was that he was anxious. This was the last one.

When he turned around and looked around, the old man had stopped, standing four or five meters away from him in the darkness, like a pillar.

"you win!"

Scar said helplessly.

"Young people, I just use my skills and don't confront them head-on. This saves energy and time."

The old man said slowly.

"Are you stuck in this realm too?"

Scar saw that the old man's strength was equal to his own, and both of them were just short of entering the realm of the master.

"Well, someone is here again!"

The old man nodded and looked in the direction they came from.

A figure was flying rapidly, like a shadow, erratic in the night.

The speed was terrifying. There were weeds everywhere here, but there was no violent shaking of the weeds. He seemed to be walking on the grass.

"Grandmaster!"

Scar felt the opponent's aura, as if he was coming to kill him in a hurry. He seemed to be in a hurry to leave after finishing his work, so he arrived in a hurry.

"I have been an old master for many years."

The old man made a judgment. From the relaxed look on the other side, he could tell that this person was very skilled, as if he could control every cell in his body. The erratic voice gave off a sense of freedom.

"Do you dare to try?"

Scar licked his lips and asked the old man.

"Even if we don't dare, can we run away?"

The old man said helplessly that the opponent's speed was too fast, and there was absolutely no chance of escaping. He would only expose his fragile back to the opponent, allowing them to defeat him one by one.

"Fuck you!"

Scar nodded, and finally understood why Yu Fei asked him to come here for training. Coming here to do something was like poking a hornet's nest, killing the weak ones to get the strong ones, and killing the young ones to get the old ones.

"Um!"

The old man agreed and walked to Scar to put in the money, leaving a distance of about three meters between the two people.

This distance is just right for coordination, but not too close, allowing the opponent to attack two people at the same time, so that each time he attacks one person, the other person can act according to the situation.

The black figure was so fast that it didn't even plan to stop and attack Scar. After rushing four or five meters away, it didn't even think about attacking Scar directly.

This is the real murderer, without any nonsense. It is obvious that the other party thinks that these are two dead people, and talking is a waste of energy.

The opponent's whole body was shrouded in black clothes, and the top of his head seemed to be wrapped with black cloth, leaving only a gap in front of his eyes.

The sword he used was still thinner and longer, and it was as fast as lightning, piercing Scar's heart.

When Scar saw the shadow of the knife, he hurriedly avoided it, dodged to the side and stepped back, blocking with his left hand and leaning back to prepare for the attack.

It was as if the man couldn't see the dagger coming as he blocked it. The tip of the knife was pointed directly at Scar's heart, and the target remained unchanged.

Bang!

There was a sound of metal and metal clashing, and the dagger that Scar blocked had no effect. The opponent's blade didn't even waver and continued to come towards his heart.

Scar was shocked. He thought that the opponent's weapon would be very weak and would be blocked directly.

A huge reaction force came along the dagger in his hand. In desperation, Scar had no choice but to let the reaction force push him to the side to hide.

But the man continued to catch up, and the knife pointed straight at his heart, as if the knife would never stop until it penetrated.

Scar felt as if he was being locked by a missile. No matter how he retreated, the blade was still in front of his heart, and the distance was still closing.

He even tried to block it again, but it still had no effect, as if the knife had struck the fixed steel bars.

When the old man saw Scar in danger, he rushed to rescue him and chased after him from behind the black shadow, pointing his blade directly at the man's back.

But that person imitates

Fu couldn't feel it, he just stared at Scar and rushed forward. For a moment, the old man dared not to catch up with him.

Scar used all his strength to retreat, his brain working rapidly, thinking about how to avoid this knife.

But no matter what happens to him, the blade will always be in front of his heart.

The opponent seemed to be good at this move, and he was pressed with an aura that would never return. If the knife didn't penetrate, it would never stop.

"Turn around!"

The old man really couldn't catch up. One of them was eager to kill and the other was trying to escape, so he had to give Scar a warning.

Scar was locked by the opponent's aura, and the opponent's move obviously had to pierce the heart.

Moreover, what the opponent is good at is speed. Under the pressure of rhythm, most people would not think of turning around at all, but would only think of retreating and escaping. The more this happens, the more they feel unable to escape.

If one is chasing someone head-on and the other is running backward, there will always be a time when they are overtaken.

So the old man opened his mouth to remind me.

But Scar didn't dare to do it. He always felt that exposing his back would not only shorten the distance, but also if the other party was willing to stab his back with a knife, wouldn't that be more dangerous?

But retreating seemed to be of no use. My many years of martial arts experience were of no use at this moment. All the fancy moves were in vain because I just couldn't dodge them.

Seeing the blade getting closer and closer, Scar really had no choice. The opponent's weapon was not a knife at all, but a spear made of special materials that had been opened on one side. It could be stabbed and cut, but it was mainly very hard and difficult to block.

Come.
To be continued...