1023: C1023 Great Desert Blade Art

C1023 Great Desert Blade Art

The knife-wielding bandit was like a large ship with enough horsepower, and the crowd around him was like a tidal wave, quickly splitting apart wherever he went.

However, a "reef" suddenly appeared in front of this large ship.

The one wearing a white suit was standing on a stone stool beside him with one leg. He held his phone with his elbow on his knee, and was currently concentrating on making a phone call.

"Get out of the way!"

It was not the bandit who shouted this, but a middle-aged patrolling officer who was chasing after the bandit from more than ten meters away.

The middle-aged patrol looked solemn. It was not that he did not want someone to stand out and help him stop the criminal.

It was because he knew that if someone stood out and acted bravely at this moment, not only would they not be of any help, they would also have to sacrifice their lives for nothing!

If that was the case, it would go against his original intention of protecting the lives and property of the people.

The middle-aged patrol was not the patrol of this city, but came from the north.

More than a year ago, a group of extremely fierce and brutal bandits appeared in the area he was in. The group of bandits were extremely ferocious. They robbed houses, bullied men and women, and committed bloody crimes that were extremely cruel.

Moreover, these bandits were very cunning. They had been dealing with the patrolman for several months, but they did not leave any clues behind.

Finally, after going through so much trouble and finally finding some clues, after more than a month of investigation and deployment, the special task force led by the middle-aged patrolman decided to close the net immediately.

In one fell swoop, they had captured this group of bandits who had committed countless crimes!

However, when they were counting the number of people, they suddenly found that the leader of the bandits had escaped!

Then, the middle-aged Patrol Officer led the special investigation team and continued to investigate, leaving footprints all over the north and south of the river.

After going through a lot of hardships, they finally locked onto the whereabouts of the leader of the bandits!

And according to the clues, they finally found the bandit leader who had escaped at the entrance of the Nanjiang Airport!

Eight strong members of the special task force rushed forward, but something unexpected happened.

They never expected that the bandit leader was actually a skilled martial artist!

The eight members of the special task force were knocked down in the blink of an eye!

And these eight members of the special task force were carefully selected. Whether it was their brain or their skills, they were all top elites!

The middle-aged Patrol Officer, who was the team leader of the special task force, saw through the clues at a glance. The leader of the tough bandits, who had cost them a lot of energy and hard work, actually had the skills of a saber artist from the Northwest Great Desert in his hands!

The name of a swordsman from the Great Desert sounded very cool, and it was very vivid.

As long as the name was mentioned, a heroic picture of a man wearing a bamboo hat, with his hat hanging low, and his black saber leaning diagonally across the sand would appear in his mind.

Moreover, it would always link these Sabersman to Vigilante A's spirit, such as pulling out a knife and helping others when they saw injustice.

Now, in many movies and dramas, when it came to the blade wielders of the Grand Desert, it was basically the same image.

But in reality, it was a huge mistake!

This Desert Blade was actually the name of a bandit who was active in the northwestern region during troubled times!

These bandits robbed houses and were cruel and brutal. They had nothing to do with chivalry at all.

In order to better commit crimes and resist the siege of the government, they had come up with a unique saber technique after a long period of time.

This saber technique was vicious and vicious, each strike fatal. It had once frightened people to death!

Later on, along with the development of firearms and the trend of establishing a country, these bandits slowly disappeared, becoming a disgraceful stroke in history.

However, the Hundred-Feet Worm did not die, and the Desert Sabers became history. However, a portion of their saber technique was passed down.

When this middle-aged Patrol Officer first entered this profession, his master who brought him into the profession was an expert in this blade technique.

He had personally witnessed his master pull out his blade and put it back into its sheath in the blink of an eye. His blade technique was as fast as lightning, and it was precise and ruthless. It was able to cut off the head of a flying fly in the air!

Because of his profession, this saber technique was not very useful in catching criminals.

And his master had not passed this saber technique to the middle-aged patrolman until his death.

The reason was that this blade technique was too ruthless. Moreover, those who practiced this blade technique would also be affected by their temperament and would involuntarily become violent and violent.

He never would have thought that after so many years, the middle-aged officer would actually encounter such a saber technique again!

He knew too well how dangerous this saber technique was. An unarmed ordinary person was like a pile of straw waiting to be slaughtered in front of this saber technique!

"Dodge, quickly dodge!"

The middle-aged patrolling officer shouted loudly.

However, the young man in decent clothes seemed to be too engrossed in the phone call and did not hear his voice at all.

The bandit with the sharp blade had a fierce look in his eyes. He shouted, "Get lost!"

However, the well-dressed young man still did not have any reaction.

The middle-aged patrolling officer, who was chasing him from more than ten meters away, felt the muscles on his face twitch violently!

At this distance, even if the young man wanted to run, he wouldn't be able to make it in time.

If the capture caused the tragic death of an innocent crowd, it would not be a big deal for him to take off his clothes, but he would have to suppress his guilt for the rest of his life.

When the bandit leader saw that the young man had no intention of dodging, the corner of his mouth curled into a savage smile. The sharp blade in his hand stabbed at the man's waist without hesitation.

The blood on his hand had long been enough to kill him a hundred times. He did not care about adding another one. After all, he did not care about having too many debts.

Even if he was caught, it would not be a loss if he could add another life to his life before going to the execution ground.

The middle-aged Patrol Officer chased after him with all his might. He gritted his teeth and didn't have the courage to face the scene that was about to happen.

The passengers who had retreated to a safe distance also stopped screaming. They covered their mouths and looked at the scene in front of them.

Some of the more cowardly ones even closed their eyes.

The air seemed to have frozen.

Rustle －

The blade flashed.

The Great Desert Blade Master's blade technique did not have any fancy moves. What was important was that it was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

The bandit leader predicted that after he had knocked the man down with a saber, he would continue to charge forward as smooth as flowing water. If he encountered another blind man, he would not mind drinking a few mouthfuls of human blood with this sharp blade that had followed him for many years.

However, the moment the blade was thrust, the bandit leader suddenly felt an extremely strong force that stopped his blade from moving forward even half a step.

Lowering his head, he was extremely astonished to find that his wrist was actually lightly grasped by a fair palm!2

The bandit leader's reaction was also extremely fast. Just as he was about to withdraw his blade and launch a second attack, he suddenly discovered that the other party's fair palm seemed to have the strength of a thousand gold coins. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move a single inch!

"Haaa -"

The bandit leader, who had been forced into a corner, clenched his other hand into a fist and fiercely swung his fist at the other party's temple!

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