Chapter 1592 (1/2)
However, the flower on the street seemed to have expected that the man in black would escape like this. Before the man in black had time to straighten up, his left hand without a dagger was suddenly raised, and the two cold silver needles on his fingertips directly touched the acupoints on the back of the man in black.
The man in black suddenly became stiff, but it was only for a moment.
But in this short time, Mo Shanghua's body was like an arrow from the string. He came forward with a sharp dagger straight at the neck of the man in black.
The man in black had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. When the dagger was about to go around and stabbed his neck from the front, he dodged when the acupoint effect disappeared.
In this way, the man in black's cheek was pierced by a sharp dagger, leaving a deep scarlet gully.
In the face of death, people's physical potential is very likely to be stimulated. Therefore, Mo Shanghua is not surprised. His bloody blade keeps turning and continues to stab the man in black.
Mo Shanghua's figure technique is not like that of the people of the kingdom of God, which is somewhat winding. Her body shape technique is clean and resolute now.
However, after several moves, the man in black, who had some pretty fancy moves, was unable to resist. He was defeated again and again, and was full of flaws.
The flower on the street sweeps the embarrassed man in black tightly, with a bloodthirsty color at the bottom of his eyes. He grabs a flaw of the man in black and busily removes his move. Then he uses a silver needle to fix his weakness again.
The man in black groaned in pain. The big hand holding the dagger trembled. Before he had time to respond, the dagger in Mo Shanghua's right hand rose quickly.
The neck of the man in black suddenly burst into a bloodstain, and the blood gushed out. As the flowers on the street let go, the whole man in black also fell to the ground.
The flower on the street looks down at the body of the man in black on the ground, but there is a slight sneer in the indifferent eyes, and the corner of the lip also evokes a cold radian.
For her, the man in black is not good at martial arts, has no patience, and is not very alert.
Mo Shanghua, under the protection of a large group of people, can even let the man in black sneak in and assassinate him. How can he not be greasy?
It seems that there is more than one person who wants her life.
However, it depends on his ability who has the life to take it.
Under the clear moonlight, the flower on the street is standing with her head down. In her hand, she holds a blood stained dagger which is not consistent with her delicate fingertips. However, the whole person seems to be unaware of it. In her deep eyes, she is indifferent and heartless.
She is a stranger in the light, but I don't know that all her actions today, even a subtle facial expression, are hidden in the house by a pair of sharp eyes.
The man stood in front of a basin of tall green plants in the dark corner, with half of his lower jaw exposed under his broad cloak, and his thin lips gently raised.
Mo Shanghua strides over the body of the man in black and steps back to the bed.
But just as she turned around to sit down, she suddenly felt that there was something behind her. If there was nothing behind her, her eyes fell on her body, like a thorn in the back, which made her extremely uncomfortable.
At the end of her eyes, she scratched a touch of coldness and turned around. The sharp light of her eyes swept every dark place in the room. Two silver needles had been tightly clamped between her fingers.
Maybe he was born keen. After two rounds in the house, he had already locked the cloaker's place. At the same time, the silver needle between his fingers suddenly shot out in the direction of the vegetation.
”Whew At the moment when the silver needle flies out, her whole body bursts up, holding a dagger and the silver needle to sweep back towards the vegetation.
In the deep and unpredictable eyes of the cloak man, there was a look of surprise.