Xuemang seemed to be alive in A Yin's hands. Good weapons still need good people to use them, but it does not mean that Yue Kunpeng is weak. When it comes to using knives, Yue Kunpeng can certainly be compared with A Yin, and he
He puts much more effort into the sword than A Yin.
"Dangdang"
"Hang Bang"
After the two knives collided together, dazzling sparks burst out. Yue Kunpeng, the black knife, looked a little pale, and the black tunic suit on his abdomen was soaked. It was the blood that oozed out after the wound cracked.
"Spread its wings!" Yue Kunpeng roared, holding the knife in one hand and running with the black knife across A Yin's body, just like a real roc bird
A Yin put the snow light in his hand on his chest. With a "dang" sound, the black knife struck the snow light and burst out a ball of fire. The snow light also bent. A Yin's body was severely shaken.
For a moment
Yue Kunpeng changed his posture after receiving the knife, holding the knife with both hands and reached forward. His body was lifted off the ground like a "one" shape in mid-air, and the tip of the black knife with a terrifying edge was stabbed straight at A Yin.
"You can't kill me!" Ayin put away the curved snow light, squatted on the ground and threw out the knife in his hand. This move was a bit shameless, but when the two of them were fighting, it didn't matter whether it was shameless or not.
of
"Hey!" The snow light streaked across Yue Kunpeng's back, leaving indelible scars on his back. Yue Kunpeng gritted his teeth and stabbed A Yin, but A Yin's figure quickly moved aside, Yun
No matter how hard Kunpeng tried, he could only make a gash on his body.
After Yun Kunpeng landed, he fell to the ground because the injury on his back was too serious. With a knife in his hand, he half-knelt on the ground with difficulty. A Yin, on the other hand, was fine, except that the sweat on his forehead that had just been frightened was not completely gone.
fall down
"I said you can't kill me." Although A Yin said this, he did not step forward. He didn't know if Yun Kunpeng had retained his strength, or if it would be bad to fight back before death, he just stood aside and watched.
Yun Kunpeng
The violent soldier is roaring, it is a crazy beast. The tragic death of the violent soldier cannot be forgotten in the mind of the violent soldier. After going crazy, the combat power of the violent soldier is twice as much as before.
"Hahaha! Your fist is more powerful than the big guy who died just now!" Wang Zhan had just been punched by a violent soldier. His sternum seemed to have collapsed and he spat out a mouthful of blood. "Here, I'll strangle your brother to death with his intestines."
you!"
"Boy! I will definitely cut you into pieces today!" The enemy of the Iron-armed Yama opened his eyes angrily, his face still stained with the blood of Dongcheng's younger brother, just like the real King of Yama, "Bang Bang!"
Hou actually shook open the clothes on his upper body, revealing the same horrible-looking and completely irregular muscles underneath. "Boy, take your life! Yama takes your life!" The blue veins on the right arm of the iron-armed Yama Qiu Bing looked like...
Like horned dragons, their huge fists struck towards Wang Zhan with the sound of breaking through the air.
Wang Zhan tore the intestines in his hands and threw them at the enemy. Then he folded his hands into palms and faced the punch from the enemy with his palms outward. "I just want to see how strong the Iron-Armed Yama is."
sharp!"
The sound of "Bang!" seemed to cause an explosion of air in the air. The muscles on the two men's bodies instantly expanded to an incredible degree. Wang Zhan's arms even more bent, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth.
, sprayed onto both of his palms, the punch just now really shook his internal organs, and seemed to be displaced in his chest.
"Not bad! You're not bad!" Wang Zhan said in a deep voice, then he raised his foot and kicked Qiu Bing's chest twice, and then he also took a few steps back. Qiu Bing also took a few steps back after being kicked, and moved.
He glanced at his sore arm and said, "You're not bad at taking this punch from me. Let's see how many punches you can take from me!"
"Swish swish"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"
Ye Li and Shen Zhenhang were fighting inextricably. Suddenly, Shen Zhenhang felt that his arm was entangled with something. Then from the corner of his eye, he saw Huang Bailuo sneering on the side. He thought to himself that it was not good, his arm would probably be like this.
was deposed
"Death!" This life was not shouted by Huang Bailuo, but by Ye Ming. Ye Ming shot the pendant with the blade out of Huang Bailuo's hand.
Then there were two more things in Ye Ming's hands, something like a yo-yo, moving up and down in his hands, but the edges of the yo-yo were all tiny blades, shining with cold light and extremely sharp.
"Chi, chi" the yo-yo will make such a sound without even pulling it.
Huang Bailuo was pulled out of the killer's hand and quickly pulled back the golden thread. Shen Zhenhang also escaped, but Ye Li also put a lot of pressure on him. The two had been fighting for a long time, but the other didn't seem to feel tired.
Same
"Ye Ming, hypnotize me!" Shen Zhenhang shouted loudly at Ye Ming. Now only Ye Ming's hypnosis can make his combat effectiveness rise to a higher level.
"Okay!" Ye Ming ran towards Shen Zhenhang
But how could Huang Bailuo give him such a chance? The golden thread in his hand flew towards Ye Ming with a whoosh. The top of the golden thread also had a sharp blade, like a rope gun.
"Chichi" Ye Ming threw the yo-yo in his hand at the flying golden thread. The yo-yo thread and the golden thread were immediately entangled together. The golden thread was now equivalent to losing the ability to move.
Then Ye Ming saw Huang Bailuo rushing over, and threw the yo-yo in his other hand towards him.
The yo-yo flew dangerously close to Huang Bailuo's cheek, leaving a scar on his face. This angered Huang Bailuo even more and he screamed weirdly and threw the knife at Ye Ming.
"Bastard!" Ye Ming could only let go of the yo-yo in his hand and hid aside. Then Huang Bailuo threw away the yo-yo wrapped with his own golden thread, and wrapped all the blades on his body around the golden thread.
The Blade Whip appeared again, looking very scary.
"You're so difficult to deal with. I won't be able to hypnotize you for a while," Ye Ming said.
On the rooftop, Li Wushuang only had one section of his nunchuck left. The iron chain in the middle was cut off by the dagger in Long Si's hand. Just now, he was holding the nunchuck with both hands to resist, but there was a "dang" sound.
The chain was actually cut off by a dagger, and then he used the dagger to leave a horrific wound on his chest. He didn't take any advantage, but just left a kick on Long Si's body.
"If I still have a bullet, you will definitely die very simply!" Long Si said while gesturing with the dagger in his hand.
Li Wushuang has gone through three battles, and now his body is a little weak and the horrific wound on his chest has caused excessive blood loss. "If I were at my peak, I could beat your skull to pieces."
"Tough talk! How can an ordinary nunchuck be worth the dagger in my hand?" After speaking, Long Si looked at the dagger in his hand lovingly, "This is my master's favorite dagger, and it was the one after I assassinated an important person.
Master reluctantly gave it to me, but you didn't see it, and you cut the chain in one go."
"So what if I cut it off! I can't just use nunchucks!" Then a tip protruded from the front of the stick held in one of Li Wushuang's hands, making it look more like he was holding two nunchucks.
"Death!" He held up the awl with both hands and thrust it into Long Si.
"Asshole! You actually have such a skill!" Long Si took his sniper rifle and used it as a stick. He resisted Li Wushuang's attack and then took two steps back to install his dagger on the front of the sniper rifle.
, like a bayonet
Li Wushuang was stunned for a moment. Isn't this like the scene in a war movie where there are no bullets and bayonets at the end? He never thought that he would experience such a scene personally.
"Kill!" Long Si shouted, pointing a sniper rifle at Li Wushuang with both hands, and stabbed him.
Li Wushuang could only move away to avoid it. The sniper rifle was 1.2 meters long, and the bayonet was 1.4 meters long. He certainly couldn't beat such a long thing. Li Wushuang also felt unspeakable pain in his heart. His physical strength was almost exhausted.
, I was already out of breath after dodging for a few times, and the wound on my chest was still splattering with blood. Even if I didn't die from exhaustion, I would bleed to death.
Sentence: It’s not too late to take revenge. It’s better to leave first. Li Wushuang threw the awl in his hands at Long Si, and then turned around and ran away when Long Si tried to avoid it. Now the only choice is to go back to the villa, Yun Kunpeng, Wang Zhan,
Where are Shen Zhenhang and Ye Ming?
"Asshole! You're still running! You'll definitely die if you go down!" Long Si said harshly.
In the villa, Wang Zhan and Iron-Armed Yama punched each other hard for a few times. Both arms were sore and numb. Wang Zhan's injuries from the last time he went to Jiang Taigong's villa were not healed, and now it was another hard fight.
The injury added to the injury. I had already vomited four or five mouthfuls of blood, and my eyes were a little blurry.
"It's okay, the days are long, we have a chance," Ye Ming said after seeing Wang Zhan half-kneeling on the ground.
Wang Zhan had a helpless smile on his face, "The days are long, and I finally made Dongcheng my own, but now it's all gone."
"Dongcheng does not belong to you, it belongs to our dynasty! The entire Yunzhong City belongs to our dynasty!" Iron-armed Yama roared
"Dynasty! What is Dynasty! Dynasty is just garbage! In my eyes, it is just garbage! Look! As long as I, Wang Zhan, am still alive, I will fight against Dynasty to the end! I will let Dynasty know what fear is! I will let you
Know what a nightmare is!" Wang Zhan's eyes instantly turned red, and he said viciously to all the people in the dynasty, "I want you to know what a nightmare is!"
At this moment, Wang Zhan was no longer a person, but an evil ghost, a Shura. The ferocious expression on his face made the wounds on his face burst open and bleed blood. His blood-red eyes made everyone who saw it tremble.