Chapter 15: Underground War

'jingle', and there was a sound of metal strikes in the direction of the flying knife. Meng Fan was busy and moved again. The dozen flying knives rotated in the air, drew their respective arcs and returned to Meng Fan's side.

"Aha--" Meng Fan was about to sacrifice the flying knife again. Qian Sanhai around him shouted excitedly, his legs bounced on the ground, and a shadow passed in the air. He had disappeared from Meng Fan's sight.

"This boy!" Meng Fan had no choice but to sacrifice a flying knife to take the initiative to attack, because Meng Fan could not tell which was the ninja and which was Qian Sanhai. In order to avoid accidental injury, he could only stand still and wait.

Waiting for the rabbit, that's almost the truth. After a few seconds, Meng Fan's knife shadow flashed on his head, and a ninja in black melted into the dark air, holding a knife in both hands and chops down on Meng Fan.

The ninja's attack was silent, and his figure was also excellent, but he did not notice the slight smile at the corners of Meng Fan's mouth.

is coming!

Meng Fan's face changed, and four flying knives rose to the sky at the same time. At the same time, he firmly locked the long knife in the ninja's hand.

"It's settled!"

The long knife in the ninja's hand stagnated in the air, and the power of the knife handle held his wrist, causing him to make a very short pause in the air.

The reaction time to the emergency is about 0.2 seconds, but this short 0.2 seconds is enough. The four flying knives that soared into the sky instantly penetrated the ninja's body and pierced two blood holes in his left and right chest.

'Boom', the ninja's body fell heavily, blood splashed, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't close his eyes.

The four flying knives returned to Meng Fan's side, suspended quietly, waiting for Meng Fan's order, and also waiting to harvest another body.

'Zheng--', while Meng Fan was waiting bitterly, suddenly, a huge metal strike broke out not far away. With this sound, Qian Sanhai's body quickly withdrew and swept to Meng Fan. His long knife was held across his chest and stared at the front.

At this time, Qian Sanhai was covered in blood, and his eyes were like a wolf hunting in the middle of the night, with no expression on his face. Meng Fan frowned slightly, and instinctively felt something was wrong with this feeling of Qian Sanhai for a moment.

Speed, yes, it's speed. The speed of Qian Sanhai is too slow!

Meng Fan's heart suddenly lifted, instinctively jumped back and gathered all the flying knives in front of him. At the same time, he saw a silver light in front of him, and the bright silver tip of the knife scratched less than ten centimeters from his body, wiping a bright yellow spark with the several flying knives guarding in front of him.

"The fog gy top of the fog shadow!" In front of him, the fog lingered on the sea of Qian Sanhai and turned into an enchanting man with long black hair. He gently shook the long knife in his hand, smiled evilly, stood up the knife surface, brought a cold light, and went straight to Meng Fan's head.

"Shadow Blade!"

"With a knife? Looking for death!" Meng Fan's face sank, and he was about to lock the sword in his hand, but he was stunned. Because the silver light in the ghost's hand was not a knife, and Meng Fan did not sense any mechanical existence just now.

Under the crisis, Meng Fan could only jump back and hit the long knife in the ghost's hand with more than a dozen knives suspended in front of him.

Using a flying knife to delay the speed of the silver light in the hands of the ghost is the only idea in Meng Fan's mind at this time.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when the silver light fell in the ghost's hand, his legs bounced, quickly jumped back and above, standing on the wall of the maze, and the silver light in his hand dispersed into a thin fog, spreading in the air.

"The Fantasy Sword of the Fog Shadow!" After saying that, he leaned back and fell into the two walls next door.

He turned into a magic attack like Qian Sanhai. If he couldn't hit it, he immediately made a false move and ran away. This ghost was really calm and terrible. Is this the strangeness of the fog shadow attack?

Meng Fan was sweating all over and hurriedly summoned the knives of the dead ninjas. Seven long knives and more than a dozen small flying knives gathered on Meng Fan's side. The tip of the knife was divided into different directions up, down, left and right, quietly suspended, ready to shoot at any time.

"Huha--" While Meng Fan was focusing on the movement around him, Qian Sanhai's excited shout suddenly came from not far away. With this excited cry, a bright yellow spark bloomed like fireworks in the air obliquely above. Against the firelight, a vague figure was hit heavily. Open it and hit the wall in front of Meng Fan.

"Captain, it's so cool!" A black light flew in and stopped in front of Meng Fan. It was the unfinished Qian Sanhai. But seeing that he was not stained with blood, the long knife shook his hand, and the blade was stained with several drops of blood, which condensed and did not fall.

When flying, I couldn't see the outline of my body at all. This speed is sure to be Qian Sanhai.

"It's so cool." Qian Sanhai looked at himself carefully, "Forum, I didn't splash blood on my body. This is my most expensive clothes. If it gets dirty, I will suffer."

Meng Fan carefully felt the long knives around him again. In the sense, all the Japanese knives lay on the ground and remained motionless. Obviously, their owners were dead.

More than 20 ninjas on the first floor, including at least one fog ghost, except for the seven people who were solved by Meng Fan in the first round, were killed by Qian Sanhai, but Qian Sanhai was bloodless. This speed is really amazing.

This is the power of the power. The speed of two hundred meters per second far exceeds the limit of all animals in the world. No matter how agile these ninjas move, they can't reach them.

"Cough." At this time, the fallen ninja not far away suddenly staggered up against the wall. His hair was shawl, but it was slightly messy. It was the fog man who attacked Meng Fan just now.

"Who the hell are you?" There was a huge wound on the fog man's chest, and the blood had stained most of his body, which looked very awkward and his voice was very weak.

"Yo, I'm not dead yet. It's so tenacious! Captain, he asked who we were. Do you want to tell him? Qian Sanhai shook his long knife like a play and asked Meng Fan.

The world's martial arts are unbreakable, but fast. Qian Sanhai, who represents the ultimate speed, did not see this strange fog shadow attack at all.

I have to say that for Meng Fan, Qian Sanhai is indeed a rare and powerful combat power. Meng Fan saw clearly the spark from the fierce collision in the air just now. It was a fierce confrontation between two good long knives when the speed reached the extreme. Qian Sanhai's power was no different from that of ordinary people. He could win in the frontal collision, completely relying on the impact of extreme speed.

Meng Fan smiled with relief and said to Qian Sanhai, "We can't live on any floor we have walked. Besides, we don't have to talk nonsense with these ninjas.

Qian Sanhai nodded, shook his body, passed a silver light, and skimmed past the barely standing fog shadow, and then stood not far away, put the knife into the sheath, and moved cleanly.

The fog man's expression suddenly condensed. After a few seconds, his head slowly slipped down from his neck, and blood spewed out a few meters high and dripped to the ground.

After a few seconds, his body fell down and his soul was cut off.

Meng Fan smiled helplessly. Qian Sanhai stained the road in front of him with blood. In this way, it was almost impossible not to stain the soles of his shoes.

There is nothing he can do. Meng Fan can only follow quickly and walk along the wall of the maze with Qian Sanhai. When he encounters a fork in the road, he chooses the intersection on the right. Since the ninjas on this floor have been cleaned up, neither of them encountered any obstacles all the way to the entrance of the second floor.

The stairs to the second floor are similar to the stairs just passed. There are many bowls of oil lamps on the wall, and the lights are dim, giving people a creepy strange feeling.

"Captain, the ghost just now is actually quite strong." Standing at the entrance to the second floor, Qian Sanhai whispered to Meng Fan, "But it's not convenient to talk about it now. When I go out, I must write a book. The title of the book is 'Underground Escape'. Isn't it cool?"

Meng Fan was speechless, and this boy really wanted to come out.

Sometimes, Meng Fan really suspects that Qian Sanhai's previous occupation was a cold-blooded killer, not a gas delivery worker at the bottom of the society. His enthusiasm after tasting blood and his calmness and relaxation before killing are definitely a valuable quality that an excellent killer can have.

Maybe this is the awakening of the little people. They have always been at the bottom of society, have suffered countless look down on themselves, often scolded by bosses and customers, and their inner emotions have been suppressed to the extreme. After getting the super ability, all the emotions that have been suppressed for a long time will burst out, laughing and scolding, slaughtering all the nobility in this society.

The little man is silent, does not break out in silence, but dies in silence. Therefore, when the little people are powerful, it is terrible. They dare to subvert all the inequalities in the world, slaughter all the self-proportioned powerful, and dare to challenge all authority.

In a word, it will bring earth-shaking changes to the world.

Unfortunately, the world can't see this clearly. These unknown people are still at the bottom of society, and no one cares about it.

A peaceful world, the undercurrent of evil, hundreds of millions of small people, as long as several people become powerful, can be subverted, can be slaughtered, and can be proud of all inequalities and powerful.

All this possibility is quietly happening behind human beings, either tomorrow, not in the distant future, or now...

The entrance to the second floor is very quiet, like the mouth of a huge beast, extending from the dim light to the endless darkness.

Meng Fan distracted his attention and walked down slowly. I don't know how long this passage has existed. Although the stairs are smooth, the walls are covered with moss, and the green and dark yellow intersect, which is slightly mottled.

Qian Sanhai followed Meng Fan, put the long knife on his shoulder, and looked left and right from time to time, like a tourist on an ancient castle expedition, with a little curiosity in his enthusiasm.