Eternal Life: I'm Grinding Experience in the Patrol Division

On the other side, Chen Beihu was already bruised in many places, and a wound on his shoulder was bleeding profusely, soaking his coat.

He walked through an empty alley, trying to get rid of the pursuit of the patrol team behind him.

"I must blend in with the crowds and wait for an opportunity to leave the city as soon as possible." Chen Beihu thought to himself, and still had the energy to knock out a passerby running through the alley, and put on new clothes to hide from others.

After turning around a few times, he came to the crowded street and followed the crowd towards the city gate.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed under the bamboo hat, and he noticed an official family member in a blue uniform approaching.

"Night watchman" Chen Beihu breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the official uniform clearly.

It was a night watchman, not a patrolman. Although he also carried a knife, his strength was low and he was alone, so he could never come to arrest him.

He continued to move forward calmly, and he felt that he was hiding well.

The more at this time, the more he couldn't panic and reveal his flaws.

If he is discovered by the spies of the Patrol Armor Division again, he will be in real danger.

The night watchman kept approaching, and until the two were about to cross each other, the young-looking night watchman did not set his eyes on him.

He took a step forward, and the two crossed each other. Just as Chen Beihu had just withdrawn his attention, he heard a clang in his ear.

It was the sound of a long knife being unsheathed!

Chen Beihu, who had been licking blood on the tip of his knife for many years, suddenly felt nervous and realized that something was wrong. Without even looking behind him, he rolled forward quickly as if instinctively, just avoiding the knife stabbing from behind.

Only then did he stand up and look back. Sure enough, it was the night watchman who was about to be ignored by him who attacked him.

At this time, the long knife was once again close to his face.

Chen Beihu did not hesitate to draw out the short knife hidden in his clothes and parry it with his backhand.

Clang!

The crisp sound of blade collision exploded in the street. The pedestrians around saw it and retreated, but they did not scream or panic.

In this world where martial arts prevail, it is common for people in the martial arts world to fight with weapons on the streets when they disagree with each other.

Many brave people even have the leisure to watch the fun.

The two people in the field exchanged a few moves quickly, and Chen Beihu suddenly felt something was wrong.

This night watchman was not as simple as he thought. Although he looked young, he could feel the presence of the knife in the opponent's knife.

This means that the opponent has practiced a knife skill to a small success!

Is this still the low-level night watchman who specializes in doing odd jobs for the Patrol Armor Division in his cognition?

When did the night watchman have such skills and strength?

If he was in good condition, he might not be afraid, but now he was seriously injured, not only was his strength reduced, but he couldn't delay and couldn't fight for a long time.

The more impatient he was, the more difficult it was to seize the opponent's flaws and defeat the enemy.

On the other side, the young night watchman who suddenly attacked was naturally Song Changming.

Today, nearly half a month has passed since he achieved a small success in knife skills.

When he went to buy medicine for his old father during the day, he happened to run into Chen Beihu who jumped down from the restaurant, and also witnessed the whole process of the patrol team led by Liang Chuanshan fighting with him.

Seeing that Chen Beihu finally escaped with injuries and had not been caught on the street, Song Changming immediately realized that the opportunity to make contributions that he had been waiting for had come.

Although there were some good opportunities before, they were not as suitable as this time.

After deciding to take action, he no longer hesitated and took action.

With almost two years of night patrol experience, he knew the streets and alleys of Houli Street very well. From the direction of Chen Beihu's hasty escape, he could roughly infer the other party's escape route. He followed him all the way and witnessed the other party disguised and walked out of the alley into the busy street.

After locking the target, Song Changming finally decided to take action on the street!

This is what happened just now.

It's a pity that he estimated that the other party would be careless because of his official uniform as a night watchman, but he didn't expect that the other party would react so quickly and still dodge his back knife at the critical moment.

After failing to kill him simply, Song Changming pressed on step by step, his blade elusive, and with the advantage of taking the initiative, he made Chen Beihu a little flustered.

Strictly speaking, this was his first duel with a martial artist.

Before that, he only caught petty thieves at night, and he didn't need to take it seriously at all.

Chen Beihu was undoubtedly a strong opponent for him.

After a few rounds of fighting, he realized that the opponent was extremely powerful and had a lot of strength, which made his palm and wrist holding the knife hurt.

This was under the influence of the opponent's shoulder and other injuries. If the opponent was in good condition, his strength would only explode more violently.

No wonder Liang Chuanshan, the patrol chief, mobilized so many troops. He must have caught a big "fish".

Song Changming didn't compete with the opponent in strength. His knife speed became faster and faster, and the knife style rolled, with more subtle changes of reality and illusion.

The gloomy wind whistled past, layer upon layer, disturbing people's souls.

Chen Beihu was shrouded by Song Changming's ghostly sword, and he was in a trance for a moment, not knowing whether he lost too much blood or was frightened by the sword.

Song Changming seized the opportunity, and in a flash, the blade stretched out its fangs like a long snake, and pierced the chest of the man in front of him.

Blood splattered, melting on half of Song Changming's face.

The short knife in Chen Beihu's hand fell to the ground, and he knelt down in front of Song Changming in disbelief, and soon he was silent.

The fight between the two people from the beginning to the end was actually not long.

Even before Chen Beihu's sword skills were displayed, he died under Song Changming's soul-breaking sword.

Until his death, he did not recognize what kind of sword skills Song Changming used. How could it be so treacherous and hard to defend against.

"Too fierce, but not defensive enough." Song Changming drew out his long sword, reviewed the battle just now, and commented on Chen Beihu's sword skills.

If he was good at both offense and defense, he would not be able to end the battle so quickly.

"How can this young man be so powerful in the clothes of a night watchman?!"

"The few knives just now were too fast. I couldn't react and the big man fell down."

"Why did you kill this man? Is he a criminal?"

The onlookers had different opinions. Seeing this, Song Changming cupped his hands to avoid any misunderstandings and spoke loudly.

"This man is a criminal being hunted by the Patrol Armor Division. There is no need to disturb you."

When they heard that the criminal was caught, some people cheered and even clapped their hands.

"I said it was a criminal, little brother, you have great knife skills and a promising future."

"Good job!"

After explaining, Song Changming said nothing more, dragged Chen Beihu's body on the ground to the corner of the street and waited.

I believe that it won't be long before the news here will reach the ears of the patrol chief, and he doesn't need to do much.

I wanted to touch the body, but then I thought that this wanted criminal was the target of the patrol chief. If there were any important secrets hidden in the body, he would better not touch the body to avoid getting into more trouble.