As the words fell, the voice was still echoing in place. Long Junchen's man had disappeared. In the white snow, a figure was determined to pass by the wind and snow.

His toes were a little on the slightly slippery winter mud, and a shallow footprint left on the slightly wet land. He leaned forward and rushed over quickly. The dragon pattern dagger turned into a ray of overflowing black light, piercing through the sparse snow, and stabbed towards the man's throat!

The barefoot man's pupils shrank, and he looked at the ghostly black figure, holding the hilt of the straight knife with both hands, but his reaction and speed were not inferior to Long Junchen. He made a mistake, and with a crisp sound, the dragon-patterned dagger turned into countless black afterimages, touching the straight knife for several times. Then, Long Junchen dodged and took a step back and avoided the attack that was coming. Then he twisted his toes. The dragon-patterned dagger was like a sharp bamboo tip after spring rain, piercing the barefoot man's chest, with a cold light buzzing, as if he could cut the man's clothes on his chest several feet away.

The barefoot man shouted loudly, and a breathtaking black light shook out from his arms. Then, the straight knife in his hand seemed to have been sensed, and a dazzling light flashed like a dagger. It cut down from the knife, cutting through the quiet air in the air.

The two of them were too fast, even exceeding the limit that people could observe. It seemed that the two were standing two meters apart one before, and the next moment, the two were already standing opposite each other! They suddenly met like two streams of light.

The sword fell quickly, and Long Junchen took action faster. He narrowed his eyes and rushed to the other party when the barefoot man was still holding his sword above his head. He was like a ghost, with his legs bounced and his wrists held it like a bird holding food. He held the dagger and stabbed it hard!

With a crisp sound, the two men took two steps apart. The barefoot man forced to release the hilt of the knife due to the sudden change, forcibly stopped the inertia of rushing forward, and used the straight blade in his hand to block Long Junchen's inevitable blow. The two trembled twice and took two steps back, then stood firm.

Long Junchen was a little surprised. The barefoot man's ability to adapt and make decisions was so fast; the barefoot man was a little scared. Didn't this kid save his life? How could he burst out with such a strong combat power now? Is the injury rumored before false? Or is this kid still so strong after being injured?!

The barefoot man looked at the dull dagger, looked at Long Junchen's calm smile, and looked at the biting chill that was a little more frozen than the wind, snow and ice, and suddenly felt a sense of retreat in his heart. He pressed his straight knife in front of him, slowly moved his feet back two steps, and looked at Long Junchen vigilantly.

At this moment, the barefoot man accidentally caught a glimpse of Long Junchen's empty hand moving for no reason. You must know that in this level of battle, any tiny detail may turn the situation around. Ordinary people will not make any unreasonable actions.

However, the barefoot man had just realized something was wrong, and he heard a dull "puff" sound, and the barefoot man felt cold behind him. However, before he could turn around, he was hit hard in the back of his neck. His eyes went dark. At the last glance, he saw Long Junchen's joking expression, his heart trembled, and then he knew nothing.

Long Junchen looked at the barefoot man who was lying straight on the ground like a dead fish, stepped on the guy's head with his feet and kicked him again, and sighed with regret, "Hey, the force is still good. I can compete with me evenly. There shouldn't be many in this East China, but this brain is really not easy to use."

After saying that, he blinked at Ning Feng'er in the shadow, and the shadow floated in the shadow, and a graceful figure walked over as if it was escaped from the void. The two looked at each other and carried the unlucky guy away from the blood-dripping Izakaya in a tacit understanding.

As for the two dead pieces, Long Junchen naturally would not have any sympathy. Everyone has their own destiny. They are destined to be at the end of their lives, and Long Junchen cannot help them. He watched them with kindness and goodness, and he had already finished his benevolence and righteousness.

The barefoot man didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt it was bumpy. When his consciousness returned, he found that he was blinded by someone. Before he could fully wake up, he screamed and pierced his ears without blocking them. The sound was like trying to break free from his throat and take off his body. Where am I?!

The barefoot man shuddered and suddenly remembered what had happened before. He suddenly felt a chill of his back. He tried to twist his body, but he felt that his limbs were tied tightly, his rope was tied tightly, his mouth was stuck, and his eyes were covered. This fear of the unknown surroundings made him instinctively unable to help but struggle.

At this time, someone stepped on his back without hesitation, "What are you moving, tell you, be honest with me!"

Although the barefoot man had undergone special training, the other party's kick was filled with strong true energy and kicked him in the back, which made him gasp and shivered.

Long Junchen's kick was slapped on the barefoot man's waist, causing half of his pain. His face rubbed against the cold ground. He didn't know where he was at this time. The tip of his nose gently twitched. He smelled the bloody smell around him and the murderous intent that was vague. A layer of cold sweat leaped out of his back for no reason.

However, soon, the barefoot man calmed down from his initial panic. He tried hard to curl himself into a ball, adjust his breathing, and feel the remaining strength in his body. He knew that he had a positioning chip on his body. He had worked for this organization for so long, and there were countless secrets on his body. The blood stained with the tip of the knife could dye a stream a river into a blood river. He knew too much, and even he himself felt a little scary, but in other words, the organization could not give up on him directly. They would definitely send someone to save him!
Chapter completed!