Obviously, in a life-and-death fight, most people have no use for their brains.

Use muscle memory and inertia.

Even the pain is mostly blocked by the brain, leaving only soaring adrenaline hormones.

There was only one thought left in his mind to kill the other party.

Ouyang Rong is like this.

The same goes for Liu Qi.

But it's a pity.

Although Ouyang Rong was naughty and out of character since he was a child in his previous life, he was much better than ordinary people in terms of fighting and ruthlessness.

However, the slightly frail body inherited from this life is inferior to the tall and thick Liu Qitou in terms of physical strength.

This is true even for the energy that bursts out during the fight between life and death.

In the pit.

Liu Qi roared.

Ouyang Rong remained silent.

Because of the narrow space, it is difficult to move around.

Those holding white blades cannot keep away from each other, and those with bare hands will fight at close quarters.

Slightly disadvantageous to the former.

The iron-cutting sword in Ouyang Rong's hand and the advantage of cutting off half of the opponent's palm first are slowly disappearing.

It was all due to the fierce strength bursting out of his body to support him.

The balance of death began to maintain a balanced position with equal heights at both ends.

Only ten breaths of time passed.

But Ouyang Rong felt that he had been fighting for a long time.

until…

boom!

There was a solid muffled sound.

Ouyang Rong stared at the wall, used the force to fly up, and struck Liu Qi's face hard with an elbow.

The latter's nose was bleeding rapidly, and the left hand that originally pressed Ouyang Rong's knife wrist became a little looser.

Ouyang Rong took the opportunity to twitch his hand.

Holding the knife in both hands, he raised it high and slashed at Liu Qi!

In a space with narrow earth walls on the left and right, this is the only position suitable for accumulating energy.

But he accidentally exposed his facade.

In an instant, Liu Qiyi hit a headbutt.

Ouyang Rong leaned back and hit the wall.

Liu Qi immediately pressed forward and the two of them were close to each other.

Liu Qi's only intact left hand grabbed Ouyang Rong's right wrist holding the knife and pressed down firmly.

The blade of the skirt knife in Ouyang Rong's hand was slowly reaching his own neck.

What was originally a flexible fight turned into a physical struggle.

Obviously, Liu Qi has the advantage.

Ouyang Rong's whole body tensed up, his head tilted back, away from the origin of the blade.

But the blade on his right hand, which was pressed against his wrist, was still like a magnet, tremblingly approaching his neck.

There were two bloody knife marks on Liu Qi's face, and most of his face was stained red with blood.

There were drops of blood falling from his nose and onto Ouyang Rong's face.

Liu Qi's expression was ferocious, and he squeezed out the words he had not finished speaking not long ago:

"You are Ouyang Lianghan!"

Ouyang Rong raised his head and looked down at Liu Qi.

Liu Qi was furious. The veins on his burly arms, which were as big as bull thighs, popped out, and he tried his best to suppress Ouyang Rong's resisting wrists.

The snow-white blade of Xie Ling's Jiangqun Dao gradually enlarged in front of Ouyang Rong's eyes.

His pupils shrank.

Isn’t it said that villains die from talking too much?

Only now did Ouyang realize that it didn't seem to be absolute.

But this discovery is about to sound like a joke from hell.

The next moment.

Ouyang Rong, who was originally looking arrogantly, suddenly changed his eyes and turned his head to look behind Liu Qi, with a look of surprise on his face.

"You lied to me again?"

Liu Qi laughed angrily and did not look back.

"Ah!" He growled, trying to use his last strength to insert the snow-white blade into Ouyang Rong's throat.

at this time.

There was a "pop" sound.

The sound of iron tools hitting hard objects could be heard in the pit.

The back of her head began to bleed. Liu Qi turned around blankly, looking at the midday sun above her head, and saw a dark and thin figure standing above the pit.

This thin figure was holding the wooden-handled shovel that Liu Qi had just dug with both hands. Seeing the latter staring at him with a ferocious face, he took a timid step back.

Liu Qi was dizzy for a moment, and started talking as if she wanted to say something.

But the next second.

He suddenly felt that his body was empty, and a certain wrist he had originally grasped slipped out.

Before the frightened Liu Qi could react, a line of blood slowly appeared on his neck.

It's like a bulging water bag that has been cut open by a knife.

The blood gushes out like water.

Liu Qi knelt down, covering her neck with her hands, making a "ho ho" sound in her mouth, and stared at Ouyang Rong who stood up silently in front of her.

Ouyang Rong raised his foot, stepped on Liu Qi's head, and pushed forward. The latter's eyes were distracted and he fell heavily to the ground, falling into the grave he dug himself.

Ouyang Rong's mouth was dry, he crawled out of the pit and collapsed on the ground.

His hair was trembling. Looking at the corpse in the pit, the shovel in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. The little monk covered the two big bumps on the back of his head with both hands. He gritted his teeth in pain and looked like he had two legs.

I have been pretending to be dead for a long time.

"Awesome, well done."

Ouyang Rong weakly gave a thumbs up, looked up at the sun, and praised. It seems that this shiny little bald head is quite useful. Now it seems that it is at least more resistant to knocking. The average person in the temple has an iron head skill, right?

After the secretion of adrenal hormones decreases, the senses are restored and fatigue sweeps over.

When his sweaty and wet neck was blown by the cold wind from the forest, he suddenly shuddered and woke up a lot.

In addition, Ouyang Rong realized something that seemed insignificant.

He killed two people today, but he didn't lose any merit.

It seems that killing karma also depends on the situation. Not everyone who kills will be deducted merit points. There may be a red name mechanism. Even some people who have committed serious sins may even gain merit points if they kill them...

…

Ouyang Rong was panting and thinking wildly.

There was a dazed look in Xiufa's eyes. He suddenly woke up just now for some unknown reason. When he woke up, he felt a strange breeze blowing on his face. Then he stood up and saw the county magistrate fighting with the gangsters in the pit next to him.

Fighting, so he helped.

"County Master, this...this...I..."

"You clean up here, go find the host first, and don't go in to the Beitian Nursing Home yet!" Before Xiufa could finish speaking, Ouyang Rong immediately stood up, dropped a word, and immediately rushed out of the bamboo forest staggeringly.

Ouyang Rong rushed to the guest pavilion, picked up the red cloth and white sandalwood scabbard, wiped the skirt knife, put the knife into the sheath, and wore it on his waist.

Without stopping, he rushed out of the bamboo forest and rushed to the main hall where the junior sister had burned incense and asked for fortune-telling.

Master Shandao and his junior sister were both absent, so they grabbed an elderly monk who knew the guest and asked him.

The latter looked at him with a strange look.
To be continued...