The overturned table broke into several pieces, the wine glasses and bottles fell to the ground with a splash, smashed to pieces, and the glass shards shattered like sparks.
Cheap is not for nothing.
Li Yan's violent rise was like a little flame igniting the fuse. It was almost the moment when the high table hit Aban Ningma's stomach. The person closest to Li Yan raised his right foot violently. The low whip kicked Li Yan's right foot that had not been put down yet.
Unexpectedly, Li Yan raised his knees, put his lower legs together and pushed forward, and pushed his heels forward, forcing the man who had kicked out to stagger, and even tripped over the chair behind him, in a very embarrassing situation.
All this happened so quickly that Aban Ningma couldn't react to the pain, and in the end, the man pulled out a large-caliber revolver from his waist like lightning, and pushed it to Li Yan's chin.
"Are you courting death?"
The black muzzle of the gun pierced Li Yan's chin, and the man roared viciously at Li Yan. As long as he pulls the trigger, the bullet will shoot through Li Yan's throat first, and then overturn his celestial cap, kicking up plasma and rotten flesh more than one meter high.
Li Yan glanced at the man calmly, put his tongue against his upper lip, and spit on the man's nose.
The man looked stunned for a moment, but his anger involuntarily drove his finger to pull the trigger!
Then it was found that the trigger could not be pulled down.
The man suddenly lowered his head, only to realize that Li Yan was holding a spoon in his left hand, which happened to be inserted into the guard ring of the trigger, and if it got stuck, he would die.
Li Yan twisted it with his left hand, and the steel spoon stirred the man's index finger. The man let out a pain, and retracted his hand. Li Yan grabbed the pistol and smashed it against the wall on his left, just in time for the pistol to go off and burst into flames. Naruto, the bullet shattered an empty wine glass.
The man took two steps back to stabilize his body, raised his head and widened his eyes, his expression a little shocked.
Simply meeting face to face, the three of them couldn't suppress the arrogance of Li Yan alone.
Only at this time did the entire fourth floor of the building burst into loud whistles.
"Fuck him to death."
"Three beat one and still suffer?"
"One piece!"
Whether it's Aba Ningma or Li Yan, the people on both sides of the building seem to be in the ranks of "newcomers". The miscellaneous soldiers like to ignore them, and now that Aba Ningma is deflated, these people will of course take the opportunity to make fun of them, wanting to see their jokes.
Aban Ningma's face was ugly. He was usually beaten with an iron rod and could keep silent, but he was blinded by the corner of the table. The laughter and whistles around him made him even more ashamed and angry.
He licked his lips, coldly pushed aside the table in front of him, pulled out two cold tungsten steel daggers from behind his waist, pointed one at Li Yan, and threw the other away. past.
Li Yan stretched out his hand to catch the thrown dagger, and looked up at Abana Nyingma.
Abana Ningma's Chinese seems to be quite average, he said hoarsely at Li Yan: "Two knives, pour one out."
Li Yan smiled, and threw the windbreaker on his shoulders on the chair, making a crisp sound of "snap". He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, raised the tip of the knife in his hand, and hooked Abana Nyingma. The smell of gunpowder on the field was strong.
The other two looked at each other with hesitation.
Li Yan's thinking is simple and clear. Since he knows that these people will make trouble for him when he goes on a mission tomorrow, why not let this bastard have an accident tonight. Even if you do it alone, it's better than someone holding you back. It is also reasonable to say that he drank too much and had a quarrel. Besides, Yin Xiong really didn't have any good intentions in arranging this person to be with him. Li Yan made a move tonight, so forgive him for not being able to say anything.
The people around hid far away, leaving a large open space. Wei Dan sat between Li Yan and Aban Ningma with his huge rifle in his arms, with his full chest resting on his arms and a wine bottle in his mouth. Cover, I don't know what to think about.
Name: Abana Nyingma
? Tier 3 Arms: Wandering God
Wandering God? Lord.
Li Yan laughed secretly in his heart. He kept saying that he was a wandering god, and others thought so too, but this was the first time Li Yan saw what a real wandering god looked like.
Dagger, for the sake of your sharpness, let's play with you.
Li Yan held the handle of the knife tightly and walked forward step by step.
A series of crisp sounds of bones came from Abana Ningma's body, followed by a sudden rush, and the tungsten steel dagger was slashed at Li Yan's ribs. Li Yan stepped back and stabbed forward with his right hand, and Aban Ningma also leaned back, biting Li Yan's wrist with the upward blade. The blade brushed against the back of Li Yan's hand to cut blood, and Li Yan picked it up with his finger., the grip changed from the forward grip to the reverse grip, the tip of the knife chiseled at the back of Aban Nyingma's hand, but it hit the back of Aban Nyingma's knife without dying, making a crisp buzzing sound.
Both of their waists maintained a certain arc, and the blades scraped through the air in midair, making a dull sonic boom. But the two tungsten steel daggers hardly had any direct contact, they licked each other's soft flesh and brushed past each other, and retreated like a dragonfly. There is no sense of beauty at all, it is brutal and bloody, and people who watch it feel cold all over.
The dagger bit and entangled viciously, and then separated suddenly, leaving several deep or shallow wounds. The closer the combat, the more tragic it would be.
For about three or four rounds, Li Yan already knew it in his heart.
Daggers are not my strong point, but my family has learned the basics here. Li Yan's use of daggers can be regarded as well-organized, and judging from Aban Ningma's reaction, this is a veteran of short knives.
"Like Gu Huo Niao, the speed of the shot has been enhanced, but the enhancement of the reaction cannot keep up."
As soon as Li Yan thought of this, there was another attack, the dagger slashed fiercely from right to left, the blade brushed Aban Nyingma's throat, and brought out a few drops of blood, but sold half of his body to Aban Nyingma !
Abana Nyingma's arms and face were covered with bloodstains, but her eyes suddenly lit up! Gritting his teeth, he raised his right hand high, the tip of the sharp knife tore through the smelly air, and rushed to chisel Li Yan's neck!
Without raising his head, Li Yan jumped back suddenly, switched the dagger from his right hand to his left, and held the back of the dagger backwards, so that the slightly curved blade was against his arm.
Li Yan stretched out his left arm to protect his head and face, but his calm eyes, which contained a storm, stared at Abana Ningma with horror!
At that moment, Abana Nyingma felt a wave of vigilance in his heart!
But the arrow is on the string, so I have to send it.
Clang! clang! clang!
Abana Ningma brandished the blade, sweat came out in streams, and hit Li Yan's blocking left arm several times in a row, and the sharp friction was accompanied by violent sparks.
The footsteps of the two interacted chaotically. Suddenly, everyone heard only the muffled sound of sharp blades cutting into flesh and blood. Three bloody fingers slapped to the ground. Give it a stir!
plop~
Abana Nyingma fainted and fell to the ground.
Li Yan threw down the dagger, and there was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes.
"Take him to see a doctor." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com