The highest standard for protecting the young master

The crow pulled several sword blades, blocked the sharp blades wrapped in the whirlwind, and retreated quickly, with blood still blooming on his chest.

Hong Jin's talent and skills are too strong, almost impossible to guard against, and impossible to hide.

There were deep stab wounds on the two legs of the crow, and his back was bloody and bloody from the knife blade in the whirlwind. Half of his face was covered with blood, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The passive escape of several consecutive worlds filled him with anger, and he hadn't tasted that kind of powerless frustration for a long, long time.

The splashed blood was accompanied by pain, which made his mind clear, and the wildness buried deep in the bone marrow spewed out!

The crow pulled out a sharp smile, and the movements of his hands became more and more fierce——

Carefully holding the precious thing for a long time, he forgot what his hands were originally used for!

When the crow was on the earth, he defeated the leader Gray Wolf at the age of 13. Gray Wolf patted his head and said, he was born to eat this bowl of rice!

Licking blood with a knife edge, life and death free!

But he doesn't want to eat that bowl of rice, and the fine clothes and fine food piled up with gloomy memories are not attractive to him at all.

He wanted a stable home, he wanted a good night's sleep comfortably, he didn't want to open and close his eyes, and there were corpses all over the ground in front of him.

However, Gray Wolf has tempered him so that he will not let down his vigilance against anyone. Gray Wolf wants to make him the strongest mercenary, the sharpest knife!

Even if he is extremely resistant to exchanging blood on his hands for money, he has no other place to go, and, as Gray Wolf said, he is really a person born to eat this bowl of food.

When the lizard who was bought into the mercenary group with him was in pain, he could already carry two small urns of water without moving for several hours. When the lizard was still doing mental training to kill a chicken, he had Cut the throat of the first mission objective.

When the blood gushed out, he could even retreat without the slightest hesitation, dodged the splashed blood, and escaped along the first planned route.

He didn't think it was difficult, he always saw the same thing, killing and being killed, he thought that was the whole world.

And he is the eternal hunter.

Gray Wolf is his adoptive father, and he only listens to Gray Wolf. He survives with his sharp claws, and stands at the top with his impressive record. He is the trump card of the whole regiment. whatever you want.

He learned how to laugh, yell and curse, playfully fight with members of the troupe, and use all means to grab what he likes. The trait of ferocity seems to be deeply engraved in his bones. The shot must be dripping with blood.

He was too sharp, to the point where gray wolves couldn't control him.

So he received the last task assigned to him by Gray Wolf.

Go to a crippled side and be a bodyguard for two years.

At that time, he had just come off the battlefield, and he couldn't hide the evil spirit all over his body. His black pupils were full of murderous aura, which made his ferocious face look like a rakshasa. He held the thin A4 paper, Raising the corners of his eyes, he squinted at Gray Wolf and said with a smile, "Old man, are you fucking demented?"

Make him a weapon that can only kill people to be a disabled nanny?

Gray Wolf was nearly 50 years old at that time, and the perennial hail of bullets made him as tough as 40 years old. His face was calm and calm over the years, not like a mercenary licking blood at all.

But the crow has seen the old man's understatement when he kills people. He never judges people by appearances. Who knows if there is a bloody cock in the mouth of a weak and pitiful petite woman.

Gray Wolf looked at him as if looking at the most proud work in his life. He was not angry at the crow's disobedience, but said kindly: "I have taught you everything I can teach you. Now you There is only one thing to learn.”

The crow pouted, sat down on a three-legged wooden bench, pulled his hair and asked, "What is it?"

Whether it's a fair fight or a sinister and despicable assassination, he has done it countless times, and he really doesn't know what else to learn.

Gray Wolf pointed to the murderous look on his face that he couldn't hide no matter what:

"camouflage."

Crow really doesn't know how to disguise himself, he lives too freely, and can see through his likes and dislikes at a glance.

Gray Wolf saw him frown and smiled, he sighed like an old man who can't do anything about his beloved grandson: "I will let the fox go with you, it happens that there are two people over there, you go there Bian just can take care of each other with the fox."

The kind of fox that changes faces when it sees a person...

He snorted, looked at the fox and stretched out his hand towards him with a smile, and without hesitation stretched out his hand and threw the fox to the ground.

In front of Gray Wolf.

He was very strong, and the perfect smile on the fox's face was broken by him. He looked at the twitching corner of the fox's mouth and smiled with satisfaction.

What kind of pretense, if you are happy, you are happy, if you are not happy, you are not happy, what is the point of living so tired?

Crow wields the Broken Jade Sword, with bulging veins on the back of his hand. There is a frightening smile on the corner of his mouth. His moves are clean and sharp, shocking. Just looking at his movements, he no longer looks like a person, but like a machine.

He recalled the past, his blood was boiling, but his mind became more and more calm.

He uses his own body, regards his body as a weapon, he no longer avoids injury and pain, he exchanges his own injury for the enemy's injury, he carefully calculates how long he can last, how much he must Cut off the head of the enemy for a long time!

So even if Hongjin used the method of accelerating death, there was no way to take the crow for a while.

She sighed, the human race on the opposite side is really a natural fighter, presumably a fighter like this is the talent they most want.

Is it the best revenge for such warriors to fall into her hands?

Two figures, one red and one black, collided in mid-air, and then separated quickly. Hongjin's right shoulder was pierced by the crow's broken jade sword, and the crow's left arm was smashed by the Hongjin's wind whirl.

The severe pain hit, but the crow's face remained unchanged. There was a small silver-white spider web under his feet, and he pounced on it non-stop.

Like a wild beast, even if it hurts itself eight hundred, it will bite off the throat of the enemy on the other side.

The palace under their feet was cut into countless pieces by the talents of the two human races. The walls, roofs, and windows filled with crystal clear colored glass were made of rare materials. Those pieces were slowly drawn into the whirlwind and turned red. Jin's weapon.

Hongjin laughed loudly, and the wind roared along with her. She stirred this lost black tower like a huge tomb, bringing it madly filled vitality.

Unknowingly, the crow and Hongjin were surrounded by large and small building fragments. Hongjin stepped on one of the fragments with her brown boots. crow.

The crow met him head-on, but the Broken Jade Sword let out a mournful cry.

The strength of Hongjin's attack is too great, it seems to be stronger than every previous attack!

Hongjin didn't give the crow time to think, she took advantage of the crow's recoil, and she spun around lightly in the air, her legs stepped on the debris that happened to be floating above her head, she bent her knees, and her whole body was like an arrow leaving the string He slashed the second sword at the crow!

The interval between the two swords was so short, but the strength became stronger every time. The crow caught Hongjin's sword again, but the little spider web under his feet was snapped out of a gap.

The impact of the red brocade on the crow is no longer something that the little spider can afford!

Crow's center of gravity tilted involuntarily. Although he adjusted in time and immediately stepped out a second small spider web under his feet, a deep wound was cut on his shoulder!

He could even clearly feel the friction sound of the smooth blade of the ten-handed sword cutting across the bones!

Hongjin's grasp of skills and talents is much better than that of crows. She didn't use her talents to fight in the first few worlds because it was unnecessary and because she wanted to live longer. More 'seedlings'.

But now there is no need to reserve strength, she stirred the wind, showing a bright smile.

Anyway, she has decided to die here.

Died at the place where she left Azhi in the first place.