Chapter 400

"You die!" However, the short man is the killer. Although seeing the tall man killed in vain makes him very angry, it can only show that his blood is still cold.

Of course, it is also because he and Gao are a combination and cooperate very tacitly. Now Gao is dead, his combat effectiveness has directly decreased by more than half.

Even after killing waste, he can only be the last few in the killer organization.

So how can he not be angry?

With his roar, a dark thin sword appeared in his hand.

It is better to say that it is a thin iron rod with a blade at its head than a thin sword.

The thin sword, which was only one foot long, drew a dark light in the void. With a flash, it had come to the face of vanity.

The speed is amazing.

Wasted his eyes and narrowed, but he whispered: "an inch is short and an inch is dangerous. He dares to use such a short weapon. He is very powerful. However, fortunately, he killed Gao at the beginning, otherwise he would be in some trouble!"

That said, his action was not slow at all, but turned gently in his hand. The Vajra subduing pestle that had stabbed into the high chest turned around like a live snake. With a slight shake, it stabbed the short eye.

And he laughed: "how can you be faster? Your weapon is too short, and my Vajra subduing pestle is several times yours! "

Of course, the level of combat effectiveness is definitely not compared with the length of weapons. At the moment, I just want to confuse the dwarf.

Because he has guessed a problem. He killed tall man himself. The dwarf is so angry. I'm afraid it's because his martial arts complement tall man.

Therefore, in this way, the tall man should use long weapons, so waste would be willing to say so and stimulate him.

Sure enough, the short man heard this, as if he had sprinkled another handful of salt on his wound. His face was black and purple and red, and his mouth shouted, "die!"

In the roar, he turned his head slightly to one side and avoided the Vajra subduing pestle stabbed by waste. The thin sword in his hand still bites waste like a poisonous snake.

The point of the sword is the throat of waste.

"Do you want to lose both?" Idly looking at his desperate method, he jumped in his heart and frowned tightly.

Because waste really doesn't want to go back to the end with him, that is, don't want to get hurt.

He knew there might be other killers in the back.

At least, the sniper must have come here. Although it's day and night and there are many people outside, it's a sniper and is very good at camouflage. Therefore, it really doesn't take much time for such a person to break into such an alley.

And his ability to shoot in the street shows that they have done everything they can to kill themselves.

Perhaps, this also has a great relationship with the hotel war in MD country.

Therefore, he wanted to make a quick decision, but he didn't want to fight with the short man.

Therefore, the Vajra demon subduing pestle he stabbed out was collected, and then he smashed it hard at the short man.

Now that he has been close to him, the Vajra subduing devil pestle has lost the advantage of length, but the weight of the Vajra subduing devil pestle is still there, so wasting this smash is overwhelming.

It's just momentum, power, and a sense of invincibility.

So did the dwarf.

He was holding a thin sword in his hand, which was very light, so he took a light and strange way. He dared to fight with waste.

At this time, if he must stab the waste with his thin sword, the Vajra subduing pestle will surely fall on him.

Moreover, with such a domineering speed, I'm afraid the Vajra subduing pestle has smashed him into meat mud before he stabbed him into the throat of waste.

Therefore, he dare not bet on this one.

He had to jump away.

But it was his jump that fell to the disadvantage.

Waste immediately smiled, and in his mouth he snorted coldly: "you have no chance!"

While talking, he shook his hand gently holding the Vajra subduing pestle. The momentum of the falling of the Vajra subduing pestle was blocked, and then it swept laterally towards the dwarf.

The momentum was so fierce that the dwarf had to jump.

But he just jumped up, but there was a long sword in his wasted hand. With a sudden shake, the long sword came out, turned into a flying sword and shot at him directly.

At the same time, the smile on the wasted face is stronger.

The dwarf couldn't think about why he laughed in vain, because the long sword had come to his eyes. In a hurry, he reacted quickly enough. He was a killer who often dealt with death.

When he was in the void and had no way to borrow strength, he was incredibly flat and avoided the long sword shot at him.

But at this time, the rest of his eyes were seeing a water ball on the wasted hand, which suddenly appeared. Then, the water ball flew out of the wasted palm and shot directly at him.

"This..."

He feels very incomprehensible. What's the situation?

How could there be such a water polo suddenly?

But he couldn't think too much because the water polo had been shot in front of him.

He could only subconsciously chop it with his thin sword.

"Bang!"

When the water polo met the thin sword, it suddenly broke into countless pieces like jade, but the countless pieces didn't splash out, but a small part directly shot at him.

This small part, there are hundreds of ways, he has the power of heaven, but he can't block it all at all. Therefore, seven or eight pieces directly shot into his body.

"Flutter, flutter, flutter..."

A series of muffled sounds, but also with the muffled sound, several blood arrows splashed out from him. The thick smell of blood dispersed in an instant. His face was anxious and angry, and had been completely distorted.

"Ah..."

He wanted to kill waste. He wanted to stab the thin sword in his hand into waste's body.

However, what made him despair was that at the moment, in the wasted hands, a bigger water ball had been condensed.

"You are lucky to see me use water polo. Although this is only the lowest level of magic, it must be the first time to see you according to your expression."

The wasted voice was faint, smiled and said gently. The water ball in his hand had been ejected and shot directly at the dwarf.

The water polo is like a mirror, reflecting the dwarf's own head inside.

He saw a frightened face inside, with a little blood stain, looking at himself in amazement.

Is this yourself?

He thought faintly that the huge water ball had hit him in the chest.

Then, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Then, his eyes darkened and his consciousness slowly sank.