I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

The setting sun was as red as blood, painting the alleys of the capital city with a strong and tragic color.

The ancient walls look more and more vicissitudes in the afterglow, and the light and shadow on the stone road are intertwined, as if telling stories of the past. However, at this moment, the alley is shrouded in a tense atmosphere, and a thrilling life-and-death struggle is about to take place here.

A group of killers emerged from all directions like ghosts, and instantly surrounded them at the entrance of the alley. These killers were all dressed in black, with faces as cold as ice sculptures, holding sharp blades, which flashed a chilling cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun, and their eyes revealed cold and ruthless murderous intent, as if they were demon messengers from the dark abyss, wanting to strangle all life and hope in this narrow alley.

"It seems that the Lin family is getting anxious."

Chen Jue snorted coldly, and his eyes instantly ignited with flames of anger, which were mixed with hatred for the evil forces like the Lin family and anger at the challenge to justice. At the same time, his eyes revealed an incomparable firmness, like an unshakable mountain, and no storm could shake his determination.

His right hand grasped the sword at his waist tightly like lightning, his body leaned forward slightly, his legs slightly bent, like a cheetah ready to go, ready for the upcoming life-and-death struggle. Every move he made was full of strength and vigilance, and he quickly calculated the response strategy in his mind, thinking about how to protect himself and Yang Xiu in this dangerous situation, and at the same time defeat the enemy as much as possible to obtain more clues about the case.

"Master Chen, let's fight them!"

As Yang Xiu spoke, he clenched his fists tightly, his joints turned white due to the force, and made a "crackling" sound. Although he knew that his martial arts were not as good as Chen Jue's, there was no trace of retreat in his eyes at this moment, instead, he ignited a resolute fighting spirit to face death.

That was the adherence to justice and the indomitable spirit against evil. There was a firm light flashing in his eyes, as if telling the world that he would never bow to these evil forces, and would defend the dignity of justice even at the cost of his life.

Without saying a word, the assassins rushed up like a surging black tide, brandishing their sharp blades. The leading assassin was as agile as a cheetah on the grassland. He stomped his feet hard on the ground, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble. He pounced on Chen Jue like an arrow from a bow.

The knife in his hand whistled with the sound of the wind, and that sound was like the horn of death, stabbing straight into Chen Jue's chest. Chen Jue dodged to the side, his movements were as agile as lightning, and his body was as light as a willow leaf in the wind to avoid the fatal blow. His movements were smooth and flowing, without any delay or hesitation, as if he had gone through countless training and actual combat.

At the same time, he drew his sword from its sheath, and the blade flashed a cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a lightning that cut through the darkness, illuminating this moment full of danger. He swung his sword, and the blade collided with the killer's knife, splashing a string of dazzling sparks, which were like fireworks blooming in the night sky, beautiful but full of danger.

There was a crisp and sharp collision sound that echoed in the alley, as if it was the prelude to a life-and-death struggle.

"Humph, you guys want to mess with me?"

The killer refused to give in. He turned his wrist and slashed at Chen Jue's waist like a venomous snake. The knife was extremely fast, with a tricky angle and a fierce killing intent. Chen Jue jumped back and tapped the ground with his feet, as light as a dragonfly touching the water, avoiding the fierce attack.

His body drew a graceful arc in the air, showing excellent physical coordination and reaction ability. Then he took a quick step forward and stabbed the killer's throat with the sword like lightning, the speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up.

This sword carried his anger and determination, as if it was going to pierce through all the evil. The killer quickly used his knife to block, but Chen Jue suddenly changed the direction of the sword and slashed downwards. The sharp blade easily cut through the killer's arm as if it was tofu.

Blood gushed out instantly, like a bloody flower blooming in the darkness, bright and dazzling. The killer screamed, and the painful sound echoed in the alley, as if it was a punishment and warning for evil.

Another assassin took the opportunity to attack from the side. Chen Jue felt the movement behind him. He turned around as if he had eyes on his back. His body was as flexible as a whirlwind. His turning was swift and decisive, leaving the assassin no chance at all.

He used his sword to block the killer's attack from the side, and the sword and knife collided again, making a dull sound. At the same time, he kicked the injured killer with a powerful force, knocking him to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

The dust filled the air in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if adding a layer of tragic background to this life-and-death struggle.

"Yang Xiu, be careful!"

Chen Jue shouted loudly, his voice full of concern and worry for his companions. In the fierce battle, he never forgot Yang Xiu beside him, and always paid attention to his safety. His voice cut through the air, like a horn on the battlefield, inspiring Yang Xiu and deepening the tacit understanding between them.

On the other side, several assassins attacked Yang Xiu at the same time. Yang Xiu nimbly dodged their attacks, using the debris at the entrance of the alley as cover, constantly moving between tables, chairs and benches.

His body was as flexible as a monkey, and he cleverly dodged the enemy's attacks in this complex environment. A killer attacked from behind, and Yang Xiu was keenly aware of it. He suddenly jumped forward, his body close to the ground, like an agile cat, and dodged the fatal blow.

Then he quickly stood up, picked up a bench and threw it at the killer. The killer chopped the bench with a knife, and wood chips flew like scattered snowflakes. Yang Xiu dodged left and right, his eyes revealing determination and calmness, he was looking for an opportunity to fight back.

He saw a stone on the ground and kicked it. The stone flew towards a killer like a cannonball and hit him in the face. The killer covered his face in pain and temporarily lost his ability to fight.

"You bastards, prepare to die!"

Yang Xiu roared, waving a wooden stick he picked up from the ground, and fought with the killers. Every time he swung the stick, he was filled with a desire for justice and anger against evil. The wooden stick in his hand seemed to have become a weapon to defend justice.

Although his movements were not as fierce as Chen Jue's, they were full of tenacious fighting spirit and indomitable spirit.

Chen Jue's swordsmanship was amazing in his fight with the assassins. Each of his moves was full of power and skill, and the sword drew graceful and deadly arcs in the air, as if writing a chapter of justice.

His figure shuttled and leaped in the afterglow of the setting sun, sometimes leaping up like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, showing his powerful explosive power and aerial superiority; sometimes turning around like a dragon swinging its tail, flexible and swift, making it difficult for the enemy to predict. Wherever the sword blade went, the killers were forced back, as if they had encountered an insurmountable obstacle.

His swordsmanship is like a gorgeous dance, yet it carries deadly lethality. Every movement is full of rhythm and power.

"Do you think you can run away? Today is the day you die!"

Chen Jue shouted at the killers, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the ground, as if the sweat of justice was watering the land tainted by evil. But his eyes became more determined, like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating the dark battlefield.

The assassins continued to attack, but Chen Jue and Yang Xiu cooperated with each other and had a tacit understanding. They seemed to have a telepathic connection, and could understand each other's intentions with just a glance or a move. With Chen Jue's sharp swordsmanship and Yang Xiu's tenacious resistance, they gradually gained the upper hand.

Chen Jue seized an opportunity and used a sharp sword technique. His body spun like a spinning top, so fast that it was dazzling. The sword was as swift as a rainbow piercing the sun, and with an unstoppable momentum, it cut the arm of a killer. The killer screamed, the knife in his hand fell, and blood stained the ground red, like a blooming flower of sin.

Yang Xiu took the opportunity to pick up the knife on the ground and fought side by side with Chen Jue. The two of them stood back to back, forming an indestructible line of defense. Although the killers were numerous, they gradually revealed their flaws under their tenacious resistance, and their momentum began to gradually decline.

Their coordination was seamless, and they worked together as a whole to resist the enemy's attacks.

However, the killers did not give up easily, they still launched crazy attacks in an attempt to reverse the situation. The battle entered a white-hot stage, with flashes of swords and shadows in the alleys, and deafening shouts of killing.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared and darkness began to cover the earth, but this fierce fight showed no sign of stopping.

After a fierce battle, Chen Jue and Yang Xiu gradually repelled some of the killers, and the remaining killers began to flee.

Chen Jue and Yang Xiu looked at each other and chased after him without hesitation.

"Don't let them run away!" Chen Jue shouted.

"Chase!" Yang Xiu responded.

They chased through the alleys and soon caught up with the killers. The killers were forced into a dead end, and seeing that there was no way to escape, they turned around, with fierce eyes on their faces, ready to fight to the end.

"Humph, do you think we'll be done here?" a killer said viciously.

"Stop talking nonsense, today is your doom." Chen Jue said, tightening the sword in his hand.

Yang Xiu also held the knife tightly and looked at the killers vigilantly.

The assassins rushed forward again, brandishing their blades. Chen Jue and Yang Xiu immediately went to meet them. The two sides started another fierce fight, and the sound of knives and swords clashing echoed in the narrow alley. Chen Jue's swordsmanship was sharp, and every move was aimed at the assassins' vital points.

Yang Xiu was not to be outdone. Although his martial arts skills were slightly inferior, he caused a lot of trouble to the killers with his tenacious fighting spirit and flexible body.

"Look where you're going!"

Chen Jue shouted loudly and stabbed a killer with his sword. The killer was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the shoulder by the sword.

Yang Xiu took the opportunity to kick down another assassin, then pointed a knife at him and asked, "Tell me, who sent you here?"

The killers gritted their teeth and refused to say anything. They continued to attack frantically, trying to make a final struggle. But Chen Jue and Yang Xiu did not give them a chance. After a fierce battle, they finally subdued all the killers.

Chen Jue and Yang Xiu were also exhausted at this time, but their eyes were filled with the joy of victory and firm belief in justice.