Zhang Fengmo's face was as deep as water, and he was not surprised by the dagger he had found from somewhere. Shunji Fujii was a professional assassin and a professional killer. It was normal to have these small objects that were broken. Maybe there was a more vicious hidden weapon with poisonous smoke flying blades inside his sleeves.

Zhang Fengmo bit his tongue and condensed his mind on the battlefield. He quickly took two steps back, forced his body to turn around and avoid the two shurikens with cold light. However, the dagger came too quickly. From the shuriken to the dagger, it happened suddenly. Zhang Fengmo almost couldn't handle it and could barely avoid the stern piercing, but a small bloody mouth was still scratched on his right arm!

Immediately afterwards, Fujii Shunji succeeded with a blow, not giving Zhang Fengmo any chance to breathe. A grim smile flashed in his eyes. He saw his empty hand crossing, and another ray of light cut through the white mist of wind and snow. It was the blade, the pale white and cold blade!

Another dagger, two daggers in his hands, made Fujii Shunji's entire aura drop to freezing point, as if it melted with the snow around him.

Zhang Fengmo looked at Shunji Fujii who was living like a ghost in horror, but he thought in his heart that he would fight close to me? Are you sure? It seems that he has to teach you a good lesson!

Zhang Fengmo narrowed his eyes, his knees bent slightly, and he raised his palm, shaking Shunji Fujii's wrist, and pressed his knees towards his lower abdomen. Shunji Fujii subconsciously used his other hand to block it. At the same time, Zhang Fengmo's thumb on his right hand shook in the sleeve robe. The black light that was so faint that it was extremely rare in the sleeve robe was a thin black needle. Shunji Fujii liked to make small moves. Isn't Zhang Fengmo a good player who liked to make trouble in the dark? With a "sneer", Shunji Fujii forced himself to stagnate in the air for a second, and narrowly avoided the black light that swept across his neck.

At the same time, Shunji Fujii ignored the skin that was scraped by the blade, and twisted his body quickly. He relied on the endless force in his body to forcibly block the foot below. Then, he moved half a step across the snow on one side, and suddenly felt a chill on his left leg. Suddenly, he found that the tip of Zhang Fengmo's shoes was actually spiked with sharp thorns, bright thorns. Only then did he realize that the blade on the other party's shoes had broken the flesh and blood. Shunji Fujii scolded these people for not having professional ethics, and it would be fine to use the erratic needle, but even his shoes were modified into this look of being neither human nor ghost.

Feeling the hidden pain in his left leg, Shunji Fujii gasped. After a glance, he saw the blood that faintly bleeded from his legs, mixed with wind and snow dripping on the ground.

He knew that this round of close combat had suffered a loss. With such a wounded leg, the next battle might not be so easy. He gritted his teeth slightly and put the dagger in front of him with both hands. He did not rush to attack anymore, but looked vigilantly at the guy with red eyes in the snow opposite, his heart was reduced and his desire to retreat even more.

"I said, you are quite awesome!" Zhang Fengmo did not continue to pursue the victory, but slowed down his body. A smile suddenly appeared on his stiff face, and a few bloodshots seemed to have climbed on his pale teeth. It seemed that forced twisting his body before also caused considerable damage to his body. Zhang Fengmo picked up the blood-red long sword again, inserted the blade to the ground, supported his body, and slowly adjusted his breathing.

"You are not bad either." Fujii Shunji also took a step back half a step, calming his breathing secretly, chatting with Zhang Fengmo while keeping his body tense, in case his opponent suddenly attacked him at any time.

"Hahaha, you don't have to be so cold to me. We are a dead end. Heroes cherish heroes. Although judging from the current situation, we both seem to be enemies who will never stop until death. We are all doing things for our respective masters. Everyone has difficulties. But to be honest, if we don't have to meet in this way, we may become good friends! At least, I will be willing to be friends with you." Zhang Fengmo's words came from the heart, without any pretentiousness. He hadn't fought so happily for a long time. His whole blood boiled again to the heroic years when a man was in the first place. Even the blood-red sword in his hand began to shake slightly, making a buzzing sound, as if he agreed with the master's words.

"You are wrong. I don't need to kill you. My mission has been completed. I don't even want to fight with you. But you have been forcing me, so don't force me, I will be serious! Also, I don't want to be friends with a madman like you." Fujii Shunji smiled sarcastically, his voice was hoarse, and the breath in his body became even more conceited and darker.

Zhang Fengmo was silent, and his one-eyed eyes seemed increasingly lonely in the vast wind and snow. Although Zhang Fengmo didn't like the arrogant and arrogant tone of Fujii Shunji, he knew very well that if the other party really set his sights on fighting with him, he would have enough strength to say such a seemingly arrogant sentence. It has been a long time since no one dared to say this to Zhang Fengmo, but the guy in front of him is indeed qualified.

Zhang Fengmo ignored Fujii Shunji's slightly provocative and contemptuous words. Although he wanted to rush forward and beat him for another 300 rounds, there was something more important now. He pursed his lips and still did not rush to attack forward. Instead, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you a member of that organization?"

As a soldier, he hopes to kill the enemy in blood on the battlefield without regrets. He uses his heads to swear his strength and loyalty, even if he dies on the battlefield, he will do whatever he wants.

However, he is not just a young and rushing warrior with a hot mind, he also has an identity, that is, serving MI6. Information is much more important than simply killing and revenge. Compared with killing enemies, he needs to know the hidden truth behind this and know the real purpose of this organization, because only in this way can the task ordered by the Grand Commander be best completed.
Chapter completed!