The Crazy Son-in-Law of the Female CEO

Looking closely at this dagger, its appearance is pure black, and it is shrouded in a dazzling black light, giving people a very sinister feeling.

The blade is slender, except for the tail, it looks like a large ox hair needle, obviously it is specially used to break the defense during a sneak attack.

When Jiang Yiran was in danger, he narrowly blocked the sneak attack that he hadn't been prepared for in advance.

Locke, who had prepared for a long time before launching a blow, saw that his scorpion-tailed dagger was instantly submerged into Jiang Yiran's clothes. As for whether it was stuck on the skin membrane or penetrated into the flesh, it was not something he could see. Cleared up.

Of course, based on past experience, Locke has already judged that this young man will undoubtedly die. Those are several mixed poisons that he only collected after years of rampant in Nanyang.

In the past, many masters who thought they could defeat him all died of torture under this scorpion-tailed poisonous dagger.

How can this young man be an exception now.

So Locke, who thought he had succeeded in one blow, stopped attacking, stood up, and looked at Jiang Yiran excitedly from five feet away.

After Jiang Yiran blocked the sneak attack, his body was indeed stiff for a moment, not because he was poisoned, but because he was afraid of his carelessness just now.

If the enemy's speed was faster and the weapon he used was sharper, he would really be unable to stop him. Who would have thought that the brash man in front of him would still have such a skill.

And Locke's decisiveness also made Jiang Yiran feel palpitations. This kind of mercenary who was killed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​​​blood is fundamentally different from those so-called martial arts people.

As soon as they met, knowing that they were invincible, they decisively launched the strongest blow, and even made various disguises in advance for the power of this blow. Obviously, it was an instinctive reaction that had been trained in life-and-death fights long ago.

"This young Chinese warrior! When you are about to die, do you want to leave your name? It's not easy to be an unknown ghost, right?"

Seeing Jiang Yiran standing there stiffly, but not falling directly, Locke asked tentatively.

This is also due to Locke's cautious habit. Whether the enemy is dead or not can not be judged by external performance.

Just like Jiang Yiran today, although he is still standing there, based on Locke's experience, he is just holding on and not falling down. This is also a manifestation of the opponent's profound skills. Will get more gains.

Jiang Yiran's eyes were strange, he looked up at this guy who didn't know what to do, did this guy really just judge that he was going to die?
"Rock, right? You really think you're going to win? Then why don't you come forward to make up for it? What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Yiran's sarcasm made Locke, who was still thinking about whether to make up for it just now, immediately dismiss the idea.

"A bluff? You're still trying to lure me over, wanting to make a death blow and die with me!"

Locke slowly approached Jiang Yiran, but he still couldn't decide what state Jiang Yiran was in.

Jiang Yiran looked at this overly cautious bald man, and smiled helplessly. He had hoped that this guy would come to his door by himself, but he was not fooled. Jiang Yiran finally realized what it means to be an old man on the battlefield. Youzi, it's really hard to deal with.

Jiang Yiran had no choice but to dismiss this idea, and stroked his waist with his left hand, and a small black dagger about an inch long appeared in Jiang Yiran's hand.

"Are you counting on it? It's a pity that it can't break through my skin!"

Jiang Yiran's teasing words, as well as the scorpion-tailed poisonous dagger in Jiang Yiran's hands, made Locke horrified, and this time he really wanted to turn around and run away.

But running away at this time would leave Jiang Yiran with the back, so why not just fight him like this!

Locke's mind changed sharply, but he didn't think of a way out, so he eliminated all distracting thoughts and took out a short knife from his body. It turned out to be a Gurkha dog leg, which was the favorite of the mercenaries.

Locke is ready to go all out. Since the conspiracy and tricks don't work, and he can't escape, let's give it a try!

Jiang Yiran watched Locke's actions and admired them very much. This is a qualified mercenary. Those reckless men who can only use force, and those who have been hiding in the dark and dare not fight head-on, are not real mercenaries. Only such a strong enemy can make Jiang Yiran feel that this trip is worthwhile!
"If you can block my three swords, I will spare your life and give you a promising new job, how about it?"

Jiang Yiran said to Locke with a smile.

Locke first glanced at Jiang Yiran suspiciously, followed by boundless anger.

You brat, do you deserve to spare my life?Not to mention a new job, I, Locke, have done well in the mercenary world, so I don't need to change jobs!

"No? Then take my sword!"

As he spoke, he waved his right hand, and a star rainbow sword aura, like a ray of sunshine after rain, swept towards Locke on the opposite side, and there was a rustling sound in the alley, as if something was scraping the wall and Like the stone slabs in the ground.

Originally, he wanted to ridicule the boy opposite, but the sudden sword aura made Locke quickly withdraw his attention, waved the dog leg in his hand, and covered his whole body in the sword light.

In the blink of an eye, the sword qi struck, and before the sword glow was formed, most of it was cut off by the Xinghong sword. The startled Locke hurriedly rolled like a lazy donkey, and rolled away towards the distance, barely avoiding the sword.

"How is it? Locke! Is there any future for me?"

Jiang Yiran looked at Locke who was rolling on the ground in his spare time, and asked with a chuckle.

At this moment, Locke no longer had the self-confidence he had just now, and knew that this young man was not something he could resist. Even if he tried his best, he might not be able to run away.

"You mean what you say? Just block your three swords, and you still have two swords?"

At this time, Locke remembered Jiang Yiran's words instead, and immediately asked back.

Jiang Yiran couldn't help laughing, this mercenary is really flexible, this is what Jiang Yiran likes about him, after all, he doesn't want to accept a simple-minded murderer.

"It counts! Every word I say counts! It depends on whether you are sensible or not?"

Jiang Yiran nodded, as if he had agreed to the agreement. As for whether or not to kill the opponent with the Three Swords, it depends on whether his life is hard enough.

Then there was another sword, like a spinning golden dragon, aimed directly at Locke's chest. This sword was not fancy at all, but Locke felt an obvious life-and-death crisis.

Although the dogleg in his hand was specially made, it seemed that he couldn't compete with the magic weapon in the opponent's hand.

So Locke gritted his teeth, and rushed towards the sword energy straightly with the knife, only to hear the sizzling sound of clothes breaking, and Locke, who rushed out of the range covered by the sword energy, was already dripping with blood.