I am Feng Jun

Chapter 587 587. Shen Ci: Keep running!

There seemed to be a little movement outside the door, but it didn't disturb the young man with blood in his eyes.

Shen Ci raised his wrist slightly, and withdrew the tip of the knife that had penetrated three inches into his body. He took two steps back and wiped away some of the blood splashed on his face with a flick of his sleeve, with a smile on his lips.

Coquettish yet evil.

"Second knife."

He memorized the count lightly, and reminded him casually.

"You can go on running now."

Bi Jiuhong leaned against the door with his back slightly arched, panting heavily.

After a while, I endured the pain of inserting, rotating, and pulling out the sharp point of the knife.

He raised his blood-red eyes to look at the young man in front of him, and he didn't jump back and forth like before.

Killing intent condensed in the palm of his right hand, and he found Shen Ci's position as accurately as before, and the range gradually expanded until it covered the entire narrow Nuan Pavilion.

The cold and murderous palm wind swept out, Bi Jiuhong wiped the blood from his lips, stood up slowly, and sneered.

"So what if you predict it, under absolute power, you still have to surrender!"

Although this small room restricts his movement, it is not completely unfavorable to him!

With his internal strength, it is still completely possible to cover this little space.

"Absolute power?"

The vases, tables and chairs in the room shattered to the ground in the raging palm wind. Amidst the crackling sound, a cool voice rang in Bi Jiuhong's ears, making his heart stop suddenly.

"With your strength, you dare to call it absolute, and you really are, very courageous!"

The palm wind dissipated gradually, and Bi Jiuhong leaned weakly against the door to pant.

In the mess in front of him, the hem of the young man's clothes fluttered, his right hand held the knife across his chest, and he raised his chin, drawing a sparse arc.

Apart from a messy hair, there was no scar on his body.

"impossible!"

Bi Jiuhong widened his eyes, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The young man walked towards him step by step, stepping on the debris on the ground, with a chill on his lips, and the sun cast a shadow on his side, gradually approaching him.

"Power is indeed a good thing, but unfortunately, you don't know how to use it."

His internal strength has increased a lot compared to before, but it is extremely vain.

The light function is good, but it is extremely constrained in this small space.

When it comes to attacking, it's just empty-handed.

The previously targeted attack was dodged by him with anticipation and speed.

Now that he blindly expanded the attack range, the damage that fell on Shen Ci was dispersed a little.

So in Bi Jiuhong's view, it was an absolute killer move, but in Shen Ci's view, it was very painless.

Moreover, having no internal strength does not mean that Shen Ci has no strength.

Years of life-and-death struggle allowed him to receive Bi Jiuhong's flimsy and scattered blow, except for some ripples and shocks, there would be no substantial damage at all.

On the other hand, Bi Jiuhong was stabbed twice by him on the lute bone, and he used internal force to attack wantonly, plus the Youluo toxin on the blade.

At this moment, leaning against the door frame, her hands and feet went limp, and her eyes went dark for a moment.

Faced with Shen Ci's bullying approach, Bi Jiuhong braced his body and then dodged to the left.

Just as he was about to move forward and pull some distance away, suddenly there was a sudden numbness in the knee socket of his left leg, which made him half-kneel on the ground.

Looking back, the young man with the corners of his lips slowly raised looked like a demon, turning back Qinghan who had just hit his knee with the handle of the knife, aimed the knife at the joint, and opened his thin lips lightly.

"The third knife."

"--what!!"

One knife and two holes.

Qinghan penetrated straight into the entire knee joint, and the tip of the knife even poked into the gap between the bricks and stones, fixing his left leg here like a nail.

"Shen! Resign!"

Bi Jiuhong's right hand, which was propped on the ground, was stained with blood, and he clenched it tightly, even digging out some debris from the ground.

The long hair that was completely loose was also stained with blood, clotted and knotted.

Half of it is draped behind the back, and the other half hangs in front of the body due to the half-kneeling posture, blocking the half of the cheek flushed with anger.

Relying on instinct and hatred, he shot towards the person behind him, but the seemingly menacing punch was easily stopped by the young man, and then he clamped his wrist and cut it behind him.

Qinghan stayed in his body for no more than ten breaths before being pulled out again, and then precisely submerged from the inside of his right elbow, passing through the gap between the humerus and the radius.

Shen Ci's wrist flicked amidst the sharp and sinister screams.

The dagger pierced through the ulna at an extremely tricky angle, and then rushed out of the flesh and blood of the outer elbow.

Blood dripped from the tip of the slanted knife and fell to the ground. The dripping sound was completely covered by the screams mixed with blood foam.

"The fourth knife."

Shen Ci gave him time to carefully and comprehensively feel the pain of the severed radial nerve.

The right hand, which had lost its restraint, naturally fell down, but it was in a posture that Bi Jiuhong hadn't expected.

The pain spread all the way, from the forearm to the fingertips, he wanted to move, curl up, and draw it in front of him, it was an instinctive self-protection.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control his right hand to raise it again.

A burst of fear suddenly flooded his heart, he couldn't feel anything other than pain, his left hand clasped his right hand, trying to lift it up.

However, if he moved, there would be overwhelming stinging pain, and the bloodstains spread all the way, slid down to the palm of his hand, and dripped down his fingertips.

In Bi Jiuhong's mouth was a broken moan that subconsciously called out but was suppressed by force, and he kept panting heavily.

Not only the pain from the knife wound, but also the toxin burning in his body, eroding his will bit by bit.

Shen Ci looked at his moon white clothes that were stained red by the splashed blood, and a savage interest flashed across his beautiful face.

The tip of his tongue lightly licked his lower lip, adding a touch of coquettishness out of thin air.

How long ago was the last time you saw blood like this?
Seven or eight years, I can't remember.

He didn't like seeing blood very much, because it was troublesome to clean up.

But as long as he sees a drop, it will stimulate the tyrannical factor hidden in his blood, and he can't help but want more.

Later, he thought about it and attributed this phenomenon to not wanting to suffer.

Anyway, a drop of blood is also cleaned up, and a pool of blood is also cleaned up.

Since the troublesome ending that is destined to be cleaned up, it is better to let the person who caused him trouble bleed a little more.

Only then can he make up for him.

He is such a person, no matter what, he doesn't want to make himself uncomfortable.

Therefore, facing Bi Jiuhong, who unexpectedly let him fall down once, he would not have any sympathy for the weak.

I just think about how to make up for the losses I have suffered.

He came to Bi Jiuhong who was struggling to stand up, but fell in embarrassment due to a knife wound on his left knee, and clasped his shoulder with his right hand.

Bi Jiuhong gasped for touching the wound, and raised his left hand to open his hand.

(End of this chapter)