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Chapter 104 Cat crouching with a knife on his back
The other party was still a mile or two away from him, so Yang Liang took out his machete and quietly left the cave.

After autumn, the grass is luxuriant, the ground is covered with layers of fallen leaves, and the bushes are as tall as half a person.

Yang Liang crouched, carrying a knife, quietly hiding in the bushes, staring at the gangsters who were getting closer and closer to him.

He also has an assassin's passive skill, which allows him to attack from behind and have a chance of triggering a fatal blow.

You don't know the strength of the opponent. If you can attack him from behind, don't fight him head on.

Sickle Tiger was tall. Although it was already cool in autumn, he still only wore a single piece of clothing, and his arms were exposed with strong muscles.

"You laugh at me, he laughs at me, only my sister doesn't laugh at me..."

Bang!
He was humming a strange little tune when unexpectedly there was a tree root on the ground. He just touched it lightly, and the root suddenly bounced up. The sickle tiger turned around and was almost hit on the bridge of its nose.

He turned around, hugged the wine jar to his chest, shook his head and cursed, and continued walking forward.

Another pit appeared under his feet. His knees tilted and he almost fell to the ground. Although he had stabilized his body, his ankle was sprained.

By this time, he had sensed something was wrong, slowed down his pace, and stared around him warily.

Yang Liang secretly said something bad. The main purpose of setting this trap was to act as an alarm. Because the tools at hand were limited, it was not very lethal.

Now the alarm was indeed working, but it alerted Sickle Tiger and made him realize that something was wrong in advance.

Sickle Tiger raised his head, looked at the cave in the distance, and suddenly grinned and said: "Third brother, what's going on? I've been quite a thief recently. Come on, tell me how to go?"

He shouted several times, but the cave stood empty and there was no response.

The sickle tiger realized something was wrong and tightened his grip on the weapon on his waist, but did not retreat. Instead, he stared at his feet to avoid hitting the trap again.

When Yang Liang saw this scene, he knew that Sickle Tiger had woken up and could not pin his hopes of success on the enemy's stupidity.

But Yang Liang had no intention of stopping. He bent his waist and used the fish tail step, blowing over the fallen leaves like a breeze.

He made a circle and came behind Sickle Tiger. He held the knife in his hand and stared at Sickle Tiger's neck. One step at a time... the distance was getting closer and closer, but the fishtail steps were as light as the wind. Although the opponent was a tough bandit, But no discovery was made.

Yang Liang's knife had already slashed out, just like the sound of thunder, only in an instant.

When Sickle Tiger realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

However, Yang Liang suddenly thought of something. He wanted to catch the sickle tiger and ask about the mysterious statue. If he killed him, how would he find out the truth.

In the situation of hesitation, Shake has already missed the best opportunity. This knife did not hit the vital point, but it hit the sickle tiger's shoulder.

The sickle tiger was in pain as if his heart was twisted. He pulled out the weapon on his waist and raised it behind him with his backhand.

His weapon was also strange. It turned out to be a sickle. Yang Liang took a step back and almost had his stomach cut open.

The weapon Sickle Tiger is best at is this sickle, and the trick he is especially good at is this tiger tail sword. That's why he got the nickname Sickle Tiger.

At this time, he had turned his head, his left arm was bleeding profusely, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his face remained fierce.

"Where did you come from, bastard, where is my third brother?"

"I'll kill you!"

Yang Liang didn't talk nonsense. He held the knife and bullied him again. He missed the best opportunity, so he had to fight head-on with the knife.

Scythe Tiger acted decisively. Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away while covering his bleeding shoulder.

Yang Liang was chasing after him, and on this rugged mountainous terrain, he was walking as fast as flying, as if he were walking on flat ground.

Stimulated by the survival instinct, Sickle Tiger also stimulated his potential. Even though he was bleeding profusely, his feet never stopped for a moment.

Yang Liang chased after him, and the distance between the two sides became closer and closer.At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a bamboo basket in his hand.

"A Liang, I..." Just as Wang Huandi raised her hand, she saw the two men who were extremely vicious and rushed toward her.

She was startled, and the bamboo basket in her hand fell to the ground, and some steamed buns and cakes fell out.

Yang Liang was also frightened, and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Sister, be careful!"

Sickle Tiger saw hope, and a burst of blood aroused in his body. He rushed out with a single step, held Wang Huandi in his big hands, and placed the sickle on her shoulder.

Wang Huandi was so frightened that she didn't dare to move. Yang Liang also stopped, stretched out his hands and said: "Friend, don't be anxious, don't be impulsive..."

Sickle Tiger cursed directly, his words were vulgar and unbearable.

"Boy, this is your little wife, she is so cute and cute." Sickle Tiger spat: "If you want her to live, kneel on the ground and kowtow to grandpa three times."

"Friend, what you are saying are all angry words and misunderstandings. They are all misunderstandings. It is said that the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and one family did not recognize the other…"

"Who is with your family?" Sickle Tiger cursed viciously. He pressed the sickle in his hand, and Yang Liang's heart started to rise: "Kneel down or not, or I will cut off this bitch's head and use it as urine at night." Pot Maker.”

"Okay, I kneel, I kneel..."

Yang Liang moved his hands and lifted the hem of his clothes. The sickle tiger held Wang Huandi hostage and subconsciously took a step back.

There was a trip wire behind him, which was arranged by Yang Liang using tree roots. In an instant, the tree roots bounced away and hit Sickle Tiger's calf hard.

The sickle tiger had been bleeding for too long, and as soon as he could catch his breath, his strength could no longer hold on.

He was hit by a tree root and fell to the ground on his back.

Yang Liang seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, pulled Wang Huandi behind him, and then rushed forward with the knife in hand.

The life-threatening sword technique he just learned has been used by some strange combination. Sickle Tiger holds the sickle, and now he can only fight with all his strength.

Both sides put life and death at risk and invite danger.

Wang Huandi stood there, motionless, and saw the knife and sickle spinning around. In a short moment, Yang Liang had been cut with several wounds.

But Yang Liang seemed to have forgotten the pain, and still approached with all his moves, and finally struck hard, hitting the sickle tiger on the head with the back of his knife.

With a bang, Sickle Tiger fell down among the leaves and fainted.

Yang Liang rushed forward, tied him with a belt, and hung him on a big tree.

Seeing Yang Liang's skillful appearance, Wang Huandi suddenly felt a feeling in her heart: Yang Liang has really grown up.

After a while, she suddenly remembered something and cried bitterly.

"A-Liang, A-Liang, what's wrong with you..."

Only then did Yang Liang feel the pain. He gritted his teeth and beads of sweat fell down his face.

Wang Huandi held it up and saw his valgus wound, and was so frightened that she stopped crying.

"Help me go sit over there."

"oh oh."

Wang Huandi supported Yang Liang and limped to the stone in the distance.

(End of this chapter)