Chapter 60 Death Fight

Han Kun and Jichai, Jichai was burned alive, but now Han Kun was cut off his throat by the strange old monk in front of him.

For the yellow finch, this is more uncomfortable than killing him, because he really lost all the clues to find Huang Hailin.

Where is the second uncle? He asked himself more than once in his heart.

The yellow finch doesn't think about anything now. He even forgets his fear. All he knows is that it is the old monk in front of him that makes him lose everything. Since he wants to fight, let's fight. Anyway, even if it is not proposed by the old monk himself, he will not let go of the bastard in front of him.

The general's face was full of smiles. On his side, there were five or six men, all holding guns, plus their hairs and bones. No matter how many Shen Wu is, it is useless. This time, Shen Wu will either die, or let Shen Li obediently send the American goods. Of course, even if he really sees those that belongs to him. The general will never let go of the Shen brothers.

The fire can't be burned out, the wind blows and the grass will be eradicated. He learned from the Shen brothers. Ruan Hao and Ruan Tian died in their hands like this.

Yes, Ruan Tian did it himself, but he was also forced.

"Yellow Sparrow Brothers!" Shen Wu said softly that he heard Shen Li say about the method of the yellow finch, but the old monk in front of him was mysterious and strange. The method he had just made Shen Wu's heart tremble a little.

May I ask, can a person who can jump on a running car, dodge bullets, kill drivers, and rob guns, be described by the word 'man'?

He is a living monster.

The yellow finch didn't say anything, stared at the dead bone, and almost gritted his teeth. He pulled his broken throat tightly. He really wanted to stab the old guy to death. If it wasn't him, how could Han Kun die?

"Kid, do you have the ability to use a knife?"

The Beatles said coldly.

"Let him use a knife!" The dead bone suddenly smiled, stepped back two steps barefoot, and nodded, "Come on, I'll let you do it first."

The Beatles and the general retreated one after another.

The general's men pointed their guns at Shen Wu. Not far from the road, the big-headed Golden Triangle brothers lay motionless on the ground and were already dead.

Shen Wu once said before leaving that he hoped that everyone could return to the Golden Triangle with him alive, and this time... He doesn't seem to be able to go back.

The yellow finch understands that if you don't fight, it's death, and maybe it's also death. But now, if you can pull this old thing on the verge of death, isn't it a good thing?

"You can do it!"

The dry bones still said uncoldly.

He was with a dead old man, wearing a shabby coat, and his bones were skinny. It seemed that if the wind blew, he would float away.

The yellow finch moved in an instant, and he could no longer restrain his anger. The broken throat dagger quickly clenched his backhand, his legs pedaled on the hood of the car, and suddenly rushed over.

That speed, electric flint, made everyone dumbfounded.

When he first came out of the Bodhi Temple, the general had already seen his means. Now when he saw it, he was still apprehated.

"What a fast speed!" Shen Wu looked at the yellow finch and couldn't help but be shocked. He finally understood why Shen Li believed so much in these people. It was really normal to have this kind of skills and kill people invisibly.

The yellow finch is fast, and the withered bones are not inferior at all. The old man, who has just been in the wind, suddenly moved. Everyone only saw a light yellow shadow floating under the dim yellow street lamp, and then he fought with the yellow finch.

The broken throat dagger blows hair and breaks the hair. Even if it touches it, it will make people's intestines rotten in an instant. The yellow finch holds it with its backhand and looks at the direction of the dead bone. It stabs horizontally, pulls diagonally, turns over and stabs it straight. But it is dodged by this old guy again and again. His body is very light and very dexterous, as if it were like a ghost. When the yellow finch cut the seventh knife, he stuck to it in an instant, raised his hand to block the yellow finch's arm, and raised his knees suddenly against the abdomen of the yellow finch.

The yellow finch immediately hit the hood of the car with a broken kite.

The broken throat dagger, the offensive is fierce and extremely sharp. Coupled with the mysterious knife method and the speed of the yellow finch, it is simply seamless. Many times, it has become the life-saving charm of the yellow finch. The yellow finch has great confidence in the broken throat dagger. But this time, he really feels a little powerless, the old thing in front of him. It's too strange, and the speed is ridiculously fast, and his strength seems to be only half done.

The yellow finch covered his chest. He knew that he was not injured. The old man seemed to be reluctant to die. He wanted to play a cat-and-mouse game.

"Yes, the speed is fast enough, and the knife method is fierce enough. Unfortunately, it's not good enough. If you have practiced this knife for more than three years, I'm afraid I won't be your opponent. Come again!"

There was a look of excitement in the eyes of the old monk.

"I'll kill you!"

The yellow finch turned over and jumped up. He felt that his legs were full of strength. He was in trouble again, and his body was almost to the extreme, but as soon as he met the old monk, all the offensive were immediately intercepted.

A sneer flashed on the withered bone's face. His hands hit an elbow between the chest bone of the yellow finch, and the yellow finch retreated one after another.

The old man rushed up again, kicked with his thin black feet, and the yellow finch fell to the front of the car again.

The dead bone did not stop attacking because of this. Instead, it accelerated its pace. It jumped up, pushed forward on its knees, and rushed towards the face of the yellow finch.

"Brother Yellow Sparrow, be careful!"

When the yellow finch saw the knees coming to its face, its legs dodged, and fell aside in an instant, while the dead knee suddenly hit the head of the car, bending the bumper.

Human bones collided with steel. This old guy is really a pervert.

The yellow finch took a deep breath. This old thing is probably starting to kill. If the blow just hit his chest, can he still die?

He laughed. He put down his right foot and shook his head. "It seems that you haven't fully controlled your speed. You know, your dodge just now is much faster than your attack. Boy, I'm very interested in your ability. I'm a little reluctant to kill you."

What is this old man thinking in the fog of the general? If this group of Chinese people don't die, he will not have peace for a moment. However, he knows the withered temper. Although he is the master of the Beatles, he will not sell anyone's account. Even if he offends him, he will die.

"Ky, let's come again!"

The dead bone stood up straight again, and the worn-out jacket on his body swayed in the wind, which was indescribably strange.

Shen Wu had no choice. Now he can only watch. Now, it is this old man who repairs the yellow finch. Wait a minute, I guess he has been humiliated by them.

Shen Wu's most hopeful way to die in his life is to fight with his brothers side by side with his brothers. But now, falling into the hands of a villain like a general, it is estimated that death will make him feel cowardly.

The yellow finch gritted his teeth and tightened the broken throat in his hand. At any time, he would not choose to surrender and compromise, and in front of him, it seemed that he was even more unqualified to choose.

A bunch of car lights suddenly shone over, piercing everyone's eyes. With a sharp brake sound, a black business car stopped five or six meters in front of everyone.

The general's guns were suddenly aimed at the past.

"General, I'm coming!"

Shen Li slowly walked out of the car, and it was Shangguan and Xiaodi who came down behind him.

"Haha..." The general laughed, " Shen Wu, what did I say? As I said, you, the second brother of the Shen family, will definitely come back, Beatles, finally know what brotherhood is, right?

"The second..."

Shen Wu muttered that he wanted to see Shen Li, but he didn't want Shen Li to appear. However, he also knew that if something happened to him, his brother would not leave him in any case.

Xiao Di looked at the yellow finch and didn't say anything. Sometimes, thousands of words can't match a look.

"He is the boy who killed the walking corpse?"

The bones looked at Xiao Di coldly and asked.

"Master, that's him!"

The dead bone suddenly laughed strangely, "Gaga... Okay, it's all here, it's all here! You, come here, let's fight!"

The old guy actually let go of the yellow finch and chose Xiaodi as his main target.

When Shang Guan heard the dead bone talking about the walking corpse, he suddenly understood it. The thing was really the same as what he guessed. The perverted walking corpse on the Oriental Princess was made by the general, and the strange old monk in front of him was the person who really knew how to use the head-down technique. This kind of person, mysterious and weird, absolutely can't use ordinary. A common way to deal with it.

Shang Guan looked at the old guy, and he seemed to think of something in his heart.

At this time, Xiaodi has taken a step forward, and everyone has no choice. Now that he has come, he will be at ease.

"Little lose..."

Shang Guan said softly.

Xiao Diu stopped. He knew that Shang Guan had something to explain.

Shang Guan's voice was very soft, "Xiao Diu, this old monk is not simple. I guess it's much more difficult to deal with than the walking corpse. You must be careful and stretch out your hand!"

Xiao Di slowly put his hand behind him.

Shang Guan took out a small white wax ball and put it on his hand and said, "Find an opportunity to crush this on his skin. There is something in it!"

Xiaodi nodded gently, held the small white ball, and walked slowly over.

"What's your master doing?" The general was a little dissatisfied. This man had arrived. He was sure to win, but the old guy was still playing games according to his own style, which made the general very dissatisfied.

The Beatles shook his head and said, "Godfather, let him play again. Anyway, none of these people can run away."

The general didn't want to offend the bones, so he could only nod.

Looking at the little loser who walked towards him step by step, his face was already full of excitement, "Chinese boy, my apprentice's walking corpse was killed by you. Today, I want you to pay for your blood!"