Chapter 783

He is a very unsuccessful clown. It was so successful that when it was his turn to perform, no one would laugh at all. The development was later. As soon as he appeared, all the audience seemed to see the signal. They rushed to the bathroom and bought snacks.

In short, in order not to see him, the audience thought of countless ways.

In the process of fighting with the audience, gradually, the white knight was tired of this life. He realized that he would never be a clown actor loved by the audience. On a bright summer afternoon, he left the circus where he had lived for more than ten years and began his wandering journey.

The journey didn't start well.

The white knight with no goal soon fell into the hands of human traffickers. He originally lived in a very turbulent area. He was a man and a young man. He had been caught by human traffickers less than a week after several families left the circus.

Waiting for his fate to be sold as a slave.

This was a great turn for him. He was bought by a strange man. The man was carrying a beautiful scabbard. Although he couldn't see the sword body inside, there was no doubt that it was a magic weapon.

The White Knight became the servant of the silent man and served his daily life.

The man lived like an ascetic monk. In his life, he had almost nothing but practicing sword.

In his spare time, the man passed on his swordsmanship to the white knight.

At the beginning, the white knight was also very resistant to learning swordsmanship. In his opinion, hot weapons had dominated this era, and cold weapons were useless at all.

But after encountering a robber, he changed completely.

The white knight was deeply attracted when he saw the man's beautiful steps like dancing and the blade like a deadly poisonous snake.

He began to learn fencing eagerly.

If there is a distance of more than ten meters from an expert with a gun, the White Knight's sword will not play its power. But what he learned was how to shorten the distance with the enemy and determine the victory or defeat with the blade in his hand.

And generally speaking, a highly skilled swordsman can even avoid the enemy's bullets with flexible steps and accurate prediction. The man who teaches the White Knight swordsmanship can do this, and so can the white knight.

The man died in the hands of a group of thugs. Facing more than a dozen thugs with weapons, he fought to the last moment. His armor was covered with bullet marks. Before he died, he gave his sword to the white knight and let him break through with his life.

It's not because he has good intentions. No, he was just attacked by the mob. The moment he was shot in the abdomen, he knew that today was the end of his life.

In that case, I'd better save the life of the little attendant.

The white knight took the man's sword and ran away alone.

He embarked on the wandering journey again, but this time, he was no longer a weak waste, but an outlaw with a sword in his hand.

His first murder was in a struggle with tramps for the dustbin. The White Knight accidentally killed the sloppy man. To his surprise, he didn't even respond. The white knight was indifferent to the death in front of him. He just pushed the body aside and searched for food in the trash can.

Three years later, he became a lone wolf, a little famous killer, a killer who can kill someone for you as long as you give him money.

The White Knight lived by killing people. In those turbulent years, he learned how to survive alone. But he is just a wandering swordsman who can kill ordinary people. When he meets a decent enemy, he can only walk around and even get hurt from time to time.

By chance, he met Mr. skeleton, who was working as a mercenary at that time.

Two people with completely opposite personalities miraculously have a common topic. They almost hit it off and absolutely act together.

At that time, Mr. skeleton was not a famous man. He had just become a mercenary. It was just like that. In fact, he was not as powerful as the white knight.

But he was already crafty at that time. Because of this, the white knight decided to obey Mr. skeleton. Anyway, he has never been interested in plans and schemes. As long as he can kill and live, he doesn't care.

Little by little, they sat up from the lowest killers and mercenaries, worked hard for decades, and finally established the infamous skeleton hunting regiment.

The white knight is the person who follows Mr. skeleton for the longest time, but because of his particularity - he can only use swordsmanship - he can only be Mr. skeleton's bodyguard in the end.

But for the white knight, such a life is not bad. He can live as he likes without drawing a sword for survival.

But now he had to fight for survival again.

Huangliang's sword buzzed here and hit the White Knight's body accurately. The sword surprised the white knight. He shook his body, but knelt down, and his blood stained his white clothes red.

He became a red knight.

The sorghum roared and turned again. Adhering to the principle of killing him while he was ill, he rushed to the white knight. Like a flash of lightning, Huang Liang passed by the white knight, and then raised his sword again. The sword he stabbed directly into the back of the White Knight's head, but the white knight was not waiting to die. He reluctantly blocked the fatal killing move with his sharp blade.

But there was still a ferocious wound on the back of his head, which looked extremely ferocious.

The White Knight knelt on his knees, almost in the same position as Ye Feng, who was knocked down by him. If ye Feng had not passed out, he would have laughed at the White Knight wantonly, although he could not catch up with him.

In Huang Liang's eyes, there was nothing in his sight except the white knight who fell to the ground and bled constantly. He entered the realm of selflessness. At this time, he was invincible like the God of war.

The White Knight wanted to stand up. He wanted to continue fighting, but his hand could not hold the sword. He felt that the sword was so heavy for the first time.

Damn it, is this my end? It doesn't matter.

The White Knight exhausted his last strength and stood up, but Huang Liang didn't give him a chance to fight back. The sword in his hand cut the White Knight's palm and forced him to abandon the sharp blade in his hand.

"You lost." Huang Liang pointed his sword at the White Knight's head, "surrender or die."

"Sorry, I don't choose."

The white knight took out a dagger and stabbed Huang Liang's heart. But before the sharp edge of the dagger stabbed Huang Liang's body, the sword in Huang Liang's hand had penetrated the White Knight's abdomen. The latter staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

He closed his eyes and touched the gorgeous blade lying on the ground.

"Losers don't deserve it." Huang Liang picked up the sword, inserted it into the scabbard and carried it behind him.

Watching the White Knight swallow his last breath, Huang Liang touched the sweat on his forehead and walked towards Ye Feng.

"Can you go?" Huang Liang asked.

"I'm fine..." Ye Feng, who was lying on the ground, muttered, "Damn it, I don't know you're still a good swordsman. Damn it, since you're a professional, why didn't you take the lead just now?"

"Who knows, you had a fight with him as soon as I wanted to talk." Huang Liang said, "I can't blame you."

"Damn..." Ye Feng coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and lay comfortably on the stone floor. "Give me five minutes, no, three minutes, I can definitely stand up by myself..."

"Forget it, I'd better carry you." Huang Liang sighed and carried Huang Liang on his shoulder like carrying a big sandbag. "We must fight for more than minutes and seconds now. Who knows what Mr. skeleton has prepared for us."

"Damn it, there's never a time when you don't get hurt." Ye Feng complained, "can you take it easy, I'm going to lose my airs!"

"Who let you make yourself into this virtue again?" Huang Liang said angrily, "can you do it?"

"How can I?" Ye Feng said shamelessly, "I'm just a varkiri who refuses to shoot! There's nothing left. Although I'm also a good hand in unarmed combat, what do you want me to do if the other party doesn't fight with you?"

"All right, stop talking nonsense. You'd better go and heal yourself when you have time." Huang Liang said, "I can't deal with all the enemies alone."

"I know. By the way, where's Cao Yan!" Ye Feng suddenly recalled that there should be a talent. "What about that bastard?"

"I've been there, brother Feng." Cao Yan fell five or six meters behind Huang Liang. Because it was a spiral staircase, although it was only a few meters away, Ye Feng didn't see Cao Yan who fell behind.

In fact, Cao Yan has always been there, but he has been hiding in the corner and watching the battle of others in an absolutely safe position. This is not his fight, at least not yet.

Ye Feng found the object of vent and immediately began to make endless sarcasm at Cao Yan. To Ye Feng's great displeasure, Cao Yan didn't resist at all, which made him angry at the wooden stake.

"Are you a mute?" Ye Feng cursed.

"If I can make you happy, I don't mind being a mute for a period of time," Cao Yan said. "After all, I'm a drag on the team."

"You --"

"All right, damn it, I knew I wouldn't tell you about Cao Yan behind me. Can't you shut your mouth?" yelled Huang Liang, "we don't have time to quarrel now!"

"All right, all right, stop talking. What are you angry with?" Ye Feng said.

He glared at Cao Yan again, and then shut his mouth obediently. He has always had a feeling that Cao Yan has been consciously or unconsciously reducing his sense of existence. He will never stand out for what he can't stand out, and he will never do what he can't do.

But what Ye Feng doesn't understand is that since you don't want to do anything and don't want to contribute to anything, why are you still involved in everything? Ye Feng would like to ask Cao Yan's answer to this question. But he had reason to believe that even if he asked in person, the bastard would only pretend to be deaf and dumb and talk about him.

The bastard has reached the peak in pretending to be confused and running away.

There must be something wrong with him. Ye Feng secretly looked at Cao Yan. There must be something wrong with this seemingly harmless little bastard. But what does he want? What is his purpose? Ye Feng was completely confused.

Maybe it's just because he's an idiot. Ye Feng thought so in his heart.