Chapter 70 Who is the oriole

The rain is pouring, the mountains are covered in the rain curtain, the animals are hiding, and even the birds are choosing trees to sacrifice themselves, no longer flying all over the sky.

In the pouring rain, thousands of mountains were silent.

At such a moment, two men were engaged in a life-and-death fight in the grassland on the edge of a forest. Both men were in their early thirties. One of them looked handsome, but unfortunately a scar on the corner of his left eye ruined his appearance. The overall beauty; a person with an average appearance, deep-set eye sockets, a sunken nose, and colored pupils. The eyes are lighter than the light blue in the West, and you can tell that they are colored pupils, which is very characteristic of the northwest ethnic group.

Both of them were wearing the same dark gray shirt and carrying blue-green backpacks. They probably didn’t hold much stuff. The half-deflated bags were carried on their backs, but it didn’t affect their movements.

The vegetation in the mountains is dense, and it is the season when the vegetation is most prosperous in the year. The grass is as deep as a person or as high as half a person. There are also small bushes or rocks in some places among the dense grass.

The two men were holding daggers in each hand, and they were going back and forth among the grass on the hillside, fighting to the death. No matter who looked at the other person, their eyes were similar to those of wolves, hiding ferocious hostility and unrelenting desire. Ruthless and indifferent.

Their life-and-death chase lasted from morning to now. They fought several times and lasted for half a day. The physical strength of both sides was almost exhausted. No one dared to relax even half a minute. Every nerve was highly concentrated. state.

The two of them were soaked to the skin, their clothes clung tightly to their bodies, and they couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat on their faces. Every time they attacked decisively, they didn't look back even if their heads were broken and bleeding.

The pouring rain covered up the sound of people's rapid breathing and heartbeat, making the collision between the two sides and the sound of weapons clashing became softer.

The rain blurred the mountains and fields, blurring the space between heaven and earth. A man in blue, also carrying a bag, holding a small black pistol, came from the direction of the trampled grass, chasing after the fight. The heavy rain perfectly covered up the sound of his footsteps and the sound of stumbling over the vegetation. The dense raindrops also provided him with the best cover. He ran through the grass, and neither of the two people fighting against him could not found.

The man in blue wore a visor hat with a brim to cover his eyes from the rain. He chased him nearby, touched a rock about a hundred meters away from the two of them, and crouched down. On the ground, he adjusted the gun's position and pointed the muzzle at the two men fighting fiercely in the distance.

No, he was aiming at the man with the scar at the corner of his left eye, because the two people over there were fighting at close quarters. They were going back and forth, constantly exchanging positions, and it was impossible to locate accurately.

The man holding the gun looked like a cat, and quietly moved closer to dozens of meters. It was still not ideal. He ran again, changed his sniper position, found a suitable place, and adjusted the angle.

The two men in the fight did not noticeThere was a third person lurking in the dark, and the two collided violently again. There was clearly the sound of bones breaking and the sour grinding sound of the sharp blade piercing the flesh.

At that moment, the man in blue pulled the gun, and the bullet sprayed out of the gun barrel and passed through the silencer. It was already tiny. The heavy rain was noisy between the sky and the earth, and the sound of the gun was swallowed up by the rain. , the bullet passed through the rain curtain and flew towards the two people who collided with each other.

The bullet speed of a pistol is about 300-500 meters/S. Even the most ordinary pistol can reach a bullet speed of more than 300 meters per second. The gunman is less than 100 meters away from the two people, and the bullet can reach Arrives in less than half a second.

The moment Yan Xing collided with his opponent, he sent his sword into the opponent's chest. Similarly, the opponent's dagger also penetrated into his left waist.

One of them is a member of the most famous assassin organization in the world, and the other has a national mission. They each belong to different camps. The competition is a life and death battle. Even if they know that they will lose one thousand to the enemy, they will lose eight hundred to themselves. The confrontation will eventually hurt both sides, and neither he nor the other party will avoid it.

Similarly, the snub-nosed killer also has the consciousness. If he is not absolutely sure to deal with the opponent, then both sides will suffer, or both will perish.

The two attacked at the same time, and Yan Xing was slightly better. He used his arm as a shield, allowing the opponent to break his left arm at the cost of breaking his left arm. He blocked the killer's left hand and avoided the key position. Putting the saber into the opponent's chest, his saber killed two people in the past two days. This was the third time.

The dagger of the killer in gray also stabbed deeply into Yan Xing's left waist. The two hugged each other, and the wound was bleeding profusely. It was washed down by the rain and pooled on the surface of the grass. It turns into a red stream, gurgling.

With a broken arm and bone-chilling pain in his waist, Yan Xing didn’t even frown. He turned his wrist and twisted the saber in a circle on the killer’s chest. At the same time, the gray-clothed killer’s dagger was also lifted upwards. The person's muscles are twitching violently.

At the moment when they hurt each other, Yan Xing felt the threat of death, and the danger came from his back!

That kind of feeling is the intuitive feeling gained from many years of life and death. Almost instantly, he used his folded arm to hold the gray-clothed killer down, and with a twist of his momentum, he spun the opponent around and turned him around. The killer serves as a shield.

　　　　

　 The bullet passed through the back vest of the killer in gray, and blood spurted out.

The two people who were close to each other fell down and fell heavily in the grass. The blood, the bright red blood, could not tell whose it belonged to. It was dyed red by the rainwater and flowed into the tangled grass. Gone soon.

Kill two birds with one stone.

The man in blue holding a pistol lurked and observed. After waiting for about two or three minutes, he saw that the two people who had been shot did not make any movement. He held the gun across the grass, ran closer, and observed alertly., the weeds were trampled down where the two were fighting, and the two sides still fell to the ground facing each other, quite like a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate.

The man in blue looked behind the grass and confirmed that the bullet hit the center of the body. No matter which one of the two people was alive, he moved towards them and checked the scarred face underneath. The man, who had lost his breath, muttered and lifted the man who was pressing on the scarred face.

Even if the killer in gray lost his life breath, he still held the dagger tightly in his hand. When the man in blue lifted it off, the dagger in his hand was also pulled out from the body of the scar-faced man, bringing with it a stream of blood. arrow.

The bullet passed through the back of the man in gray and made a big hole in his chest. The bullet that passed through the chest went into the heart of the scarred man. The man in blue confirmed that both of them were dead. Unable to die anymore, he slid his hand into the neck of the man in gray and touched the necklace around his neck. The moment he lowered his head, a sharp saber cut into his neck, first severing the main artery and then severing it. His throat.

The man first felt the coldness that penetrated his heart and the subtle cracking sound, and then the overwhelming pain. He subconsciously covered his throat with one hand, fell to his knees, and blood spurted out. The rain stained his hands and neck red.

The man in blue clutched his throat in pain, his eyes bulging, staring at the dead man. At this time, he opened his eyes and A scarred man whose neck was cut with a saber.

Illusion!

"You're not dead?" But he couldn't say that sentence, and it only became "Uh... uh...".

Yan Xing gritted his teeth and used the remaining strength to push the knife forward. He seemed to understand the eyes of the man in blue, and an elegant smile appeared on his pale face due to excessive blood loss: "You are still alive, how can I die."

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