After a dull sound, Zhuo Fan fell on the cold and hard dry land. "Oh!" Although he had already unfolded his mind power shield, he still made him feel painful. "Fortunately, he didn't hit the stone."

The house has turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the "crackling" pieces of debris continue.

"Not bad! Not bad! You can actually avoid this first attack. It seems that your life is worth the price. You didn't disappoint me, haha..." A somewhat nervous voice came, and then a figure slowly walked out of the sea of ​​fire. The figure in the sea of ​​fire was calm, and the fire seemed to be divided into two halves. He stood in it, looking strange.

He stopped a few meters in front of Zhuo Fan.

"You... who are you? What's my life worth this money?" Although he was slightly injured, Zhuo Fan still did not lose his combat power. He covered his stomach and rolled on the ground, pretending to be weak.

The man's feet were a rare handmade shoe. He was wearing a black suit and tied around his waist with a bright red strap, a black mask on his face, and a black turban wrapped around his head. It felt as if his whole body was hidden in the darkness, but his eyes shining with light would make people feel the existence of this person clearly.

He took out a cold hook claw in front of Zhuo Fan, and he slowly put it on his hand: "My code name is 333, but you can call me Fujii Runji before you die. Okay, I have answered a question for you, and you can also tell me, how did you find my bomb? Don't tell me that it was a coincidence!"

Zhuo Fan glanced around with his eyes. Logically speaking, the neighbors should have appeared soon after an explosion occurred. However, dozens of seconds had passed, and there was not even a shadow of a person.

It felt something was wrong, Zhuo Fan slowly retreated: "Sakura petals were found under the bed. But there were no cherry trees around here, and the doors and windows were closed. Are you careless about these cherry petals?"

Fujii lowered his hands and walked slowly towards Zhuo Fan. The distance between them slowly narrowed: "It can't be said to be careless, I can only say that I like smart people, especially when I hit the first shot, I will treat smart people like you with extra preferential treatment. Otherwise, I will die all at once, and killing like this will be much boring."

He stood up and stepped back quickly, Zhuo Fan suddenly said, "It seems that you are enjoying this process very much."

After abruptly stopping, Fujii laughed: "Indeed, when murder becomes your job, you have to learn to find some fun in your work. Swiping the butcher's knife blindly is something that only the butcher will do."

Fujii did not move, but a dangerous aura emanated from him. Zhuo Fan did not move, his mental power was unfolding, preventing new crises around him at any time.

"Do you know why two minutes have passed, but no one has come to check it?" Fujii began to say to himself. "In fact, it is very easy to keep them unconscious for a period of time, so there will be no one to disturb you for at least ten minutes, and you will face me. Either you can hold on for ten minutes, or you will take my second and third strikes and I will let you go."

Zhuo Fan stood still, and behind his palm, he calmly said, "Can I escape from this unmanned area?"

"Yes, but if you plan to ask others for help, even if you escape by chance, our organization will send people here, and you will still die at that time... Although you can't rely on the power of others, you can use items, such as the short knife you hold in your right hand."

Frowning, Zhuo Fan put the short knife in front of him and asked again: "Then I can..."

As he said that, Zhuo Fan rushed forward suddenly. The distance between him and Fujii was only five meters. With all his strength, Zhuo Fan's short knife had already slashed from top to bottom to Fujii's neck. Even if Fujii blocked it, Zhuo Fan could use the opportunity to change and cut off his neck horizontally, or remove one of the opponent's arm vertically.

"Haha! It's too slow." Fujii didn't hide at all. The iron claws on his right hand flashed and blocked them upright. "It's far from it!"

Seeing that the horizontal slash was sealed, the mind force was wrapped around the short knife, which doubled the speed of the short knife! At the same time, the direction suddenly turned and slashed towards Teng Jin's arm.

"That's how it's right!" "Do!"

With a crisp sound, the iron claws grabbed it. Although the force was not strong, it was strange. Zhuo Fan only felt a shock in his palm, and the short knife actually bounced away from his hand.

The short sword flashed in the cold light and flew around in the air for a few rounds, "Puff!" piercing into the land, and at the same time Teng Jin also took a step back. "Well, the power is good, it's a bit like a third-level warrior. Unfortunately, it's still slow."

Teng Jin said as his whole body was tense, like a bow-filled string, and the strongest attack could burst out at any time: "Nine minutes left, if you don't attack, then I'll attack."

He bent down and picked up the short knife. Zhuo Fan asked, "The first strike you just mentioned was a trick and a bomb, what about the second strike?"

"My second attack on Masashi Miura ten swords, the first three swords kill ghost sword..." Fujii jumped lightly, looking unfast, but Zhuo Fan only felt a flash in front of him, and a strong sense of crisis came. After his life and death battle with the Black Rock King Snake, he had subconsciously formed a skill to avoid danger, which can be said to be a fighting sense of smell and instinct.

A cold light flashed, and Zhuo Fan instinctively retreated backwards.

Teng Jin's voice was hoarse, like a devil coming from hell: "The first knife!"

The cuffs of the suit were torn, and there was a blood mark on the back of Zhuo Fan's hand. The bright red blood dyed the white shirt in the suit red.

"Second knife!"

The cold light was faster, but there was no change. Teng Jin still rushed forward straight. Even so, Zhuo Fan's chest was still torn apart by iron claws. "Is it faster every time?" Zhuo Fan was already familiar with Fujii's rhythm.

"The third sword to kill the ghost!"

A line of cold light enveloped Zhuo Fan, but Zhuo Fan was prepared for a long time, so he avoided it very lightly this time. Fujii was behind Zhuo Fan: "It's not bad, I discovered the pattern so quickly. The following three swords are the demon-slaying, the fourth sword!"

Zhuo Fan responded with all his heart, and the fourth sword was quick, but he still avoided it.

"What's going on? It's similar to the speed of the second knife. Is it just a change in speed?"

"Fifth knife!"

Without giving Zhuo Fan a chance to think, Fujii turned into a ray of cold light again. Zhuo Fan used to dodging horizontally, and Fujii's body suddenly turned in the air, turning a nearly right angle, but his speed was almost unaffected. He followed Zhuo Fan and slashed hard again. "So flexible! So fast!" Zhuo Fan also quickly waved his short sword to block it.
Chapter completed!