Red Dead Redemption

Murakami sneered and put his palm on the hilt of the knife.

"Kunlun traitor, I will let you move first."

Hearing the sound, Murakami's pupils shrank sharply, "What did you say?"

"You defected for so many years, shouldn't you forget it?"

Murakami narrowed his eyes, and asked with a fierce light in his eyes, "Who are you?"

However, Hong Fei didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he stepped forward and stabbed straight ahead.

Murakami remained silent, until the tip of the knife approached him, and he suddenly pulled the knife with all his strength.

The sword-drawing technique is also known as the Ihe technique. The word Ihe symbolizes the confrontation between the enemy and the enemy, while the Ihe technique focuses on one-shot kills.

The essence of drawing a knife is to use the curvature of the knife and the scabbard itself to create an instant explosive force in the process of drawing the knife.

Murakami's sword drawing speed is very fast, because he not only has the experience of living for hundreds of years, but also has the "qi" that belongs to Kunlun practitioners!

His rich experience allowed him to calmly deal with the horizontal knife coming from the straight stabbing, and the use of "qi" brought all-round enhancement to his body.

Lightning-like sword light suddenly swept up, but his sword was not slashing at Hong Fei's horizontal sword to block, but slashed towards Hong Fei's waist like a poisonous snake.

There is no doubt that if he is hit, the lightest will be dismembered, and the heaviest will be directly divided up and down.

And his body slumped down at the moment he drew the knife, and Hong Fei's straight stab couldn't hurt him at all.

Of course, all of the above are ideal conditions.

In reality, there will always be billions of points of difference.

The real situation is that in Hong Fei's eyes, his movements are very slow, worse than the old man who played Tai Chi on the street. His posture of drawing the knife looked very wretched, and the movement of leaning down was like the old man who had just soaked a few aunties twisted his waist when he went out last night.

The flexible wrist drives the blade to tilt downward, and the sharp blade is inserted into the back of Murakami's hand instantly. At this moment, Hong Fei feels an unusual resistance, which is probably the effect of "Qi".

However, its strength is far from enough to withstand this sharp horizontal knife.

With a little force, the defense of "Qi" was penetrated, and Murakami's old brown skin seemed to be nothing.

The blade turned again, the blade was facing upwards, and the inclination of the tip of the blade quickly slid upwards against his arm bone. On the trajectory along the way, the skin was first torn and then quickly aggregated, and the blood did not have time to seep out, until finally the horizontal blade was self-sufficient. The collarbone was broken off at the shoulder and came out.

The two figures instantly intersected.

The blade is not stained with blood.

Turning around, the horizontal knife turned gently in Hong Fei's hand, illuminating a gorgeous knife flower.

Frank stood in the distance, frowning, and he didn't see what had just happened.

bang!

Murakami turned back, the curved samurai sword suddenly fell, and the black clothes that had been cut fluttered in the breeze.

In the next instant, from the back of the hand to the shoulder, a row of blood lines burst open with a slamming sound, and the torn flesh quickly opened like a **** mouth, exposing the red and white bones inside.

Murakami's ruthless face disappeared in an instant, his facial features were wrinkled together out of control, and the saliva from the suddenly opened mouth became silk.

"what!"

He seemed to be telling Hong Fei and Frank how much pain he was in with a mournful wailing.

The corners of Frank's eyes twitched. He had seen more bloody, cruel and even disgusting scenes, but the scene in front of him was so unique that it made his heart go cold and his arms phantom pain.

Looking at Hong Fei again, his eyes are extremely calm, like a pool of stagnant water that never fluctuates.

Putting down the RPG, Frank stepped forward and walked side by side with Hong Fei: "What kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"

"Boneless knives are usually used by butchers when cutting meat."

Murakami's arm was bleeding profusely, and the arteries at his shoulder pumped out dark red viscous blood with the breathing rate, and his face quickly turned pale.

Even so, the leader still did not forget to fight back.

I saw him staggering a few steps and fell to the ground, and his intact left hand suddenly slapped outwards.

Suddenly a strong shock wave came oncoming.

Hong Fei grabbed Frank's arm and rolled to the side to avoid him.

boom!

The fence behind the two of them was torn apart in an instant, and the low wall exploded as if it had been bombarded, and debris flew.

When Hong Fei got up, he stepped on his foot and kicked, and the samurai sword that had just dropped flew out quickly, slammed into Murakami's heart with a puff, and nailed him to the wooden steps.

Frank got up and patted his clothes, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

Qi, intangible and formless, looks a little weird at first glance.

The blood of the big beach quickly flowed along the gaps between the pebbles, and the vitality of the village quickly disappeared. As he was dying, he still did not forget to struggle with his trembling body and said, "You will all die here, I..."

boom!

"There's a lot of nonsense."

Hong Fei put away his gun and watched a blue skill card fly into his body.

From the perspective of Hong Fei's personal interests, the best way to deal with Murakami is not to kill, but to take it back for interrogation, because Hong Fei needs the method of making life-extending items from keels.

But sometimes, doing things is not just profit.

What Murakami has mastered is very useful, but Hong Fei doesn't like him.

At this point, Frank glanced at the **** scene and turned back: "Let's go, it's over."

Unexpectedly, Hong Fei shook his head: "Some people are here, many people."

Frank immediately raised the RPG, "Kill it out!"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

In his mind's vision, the dense red dots outside the villa came quickly, and in the enhanced hearing, he heard the undulating siren sounds.

outside the villa.

The originally seldom-traveled road was quickly filled with police cars, and the field of vision was far from both ends of the road, and more flashing police car lights were still coming.

After a while, the sound of a noisy siren came into the villa, and Frank's expression changed. He turned his head and ran to the back to covertly investigate, and suddenly saw the policeman pushing inward with an explosion-proof shield.

Seeing that he was going to run to other places, Hong Fei stopped him in time: "Don't waste your energy, there are people in all four directions."

Frank stopped. "When did they call the police?"

"Call the police? I don't think so. Unless he calls the police first before we come in, it is impossible for so many police officers to appear in a short period of time. I guess there are not only police officers, but also people from the Hand Society. Their purpose is It's saving people, or robbing bodies."

Frank's eyes moved, "Is there something I don't know?"

Hong Fei pointed to Murakami's corpse: "Believe it or not, although he is dead now, as long as the corpse is completely taken back by the Hand Club, he may be alive again after a while."

"how can that be?!"

"This is the top secret of the Hand Society. Life extension is one of them, and resurrection is the most perverted."

The keel is very magical. The core of Kunlun has never been those long-established masters, but the immortal dragon.