"Have we reached the limit?!" Seeing that Di Cheng's speed dropped significantly, Fang Zhongshou's eyes flashed, the handle of the knife rotated, and the sharp and short edge suddenly shot with the weird twist of the body, bypassing the claws and fiercely
Spicy beating, directly hitting the two fatal points in the chest and abdomen, Jiuwei point and Tanzhong point.www.pAo8.cOM_
The fierce battle between the two people was so fast and fast that it seemed to be a whole piece. Fang Zhonghisao's timing was perfect. The change from defense to offense was so smooth and rapid. This kind of reaction speed definitely exceeded human limits.
This is the real strength of Skynet monsters!
However... just when Fang Zhongshou thought he was about to succeed, Di Cheng's figure suddenly disappeared, as if the frequency of action was suddenly raised to another frequency. The jump of vision and consciousness made Fang Zhongshou
I was horrified and wanted to change my tactics again, but it was too late.
In this level of competition, the competition is not only about one's own strength, but also about the use of strategies.
Snap! The twisting claws slapped Fang Zhongshou's hands hard, the claws scratched with raging force, and the flesh and blood were blurred! Click! The two claws buckled instantly, and then exerted force, and two claw-like scalpels followed.
Leave your hand.
Ah, the suppressed pain rolled in his throat, Fang Zhongshou's pale and frightening complexion deepened again due to the severe pain, and his clenched teeth seemed to be bitten to pieces.
"Die!" Severe pain hit his body. Fang Zhongshou ignored his twisted hands and attacked again. His body jumped, his legs rotated, and he kicked Di Cheng's chest like crazy.
"I said, I have enough time to kill you!" Di Cheng's eyes were fierce, his body was shaking, and he tried his best to avoid the opponent's toes while not retreating but advancing, his right paw turned into a palm, and struck forward.
Bang bang! The two sounds were almost connected together. Although Fang Zhongshou did not hit the acupoint as expected, he hit Di Cheng's left shoulder heavily. The skin was torn open, the shoulder blade cracked and split, blood spattered, and even the clothes were torn.
It cracked, and the fierceness of its strength can be seen from this! Di Cheng's palm hit the mark completely, hitting Fang Zhongshou's chest firmly.
Click! The huge force not only cracked his chest, but also caused cracks in the uncle he hit.
"That's enough, you've played him to death, why don't I fight him!" Before Di Cheng could strike out angrily again, Ye Wantong, who was already impatient, shot forward, and the slender Miao knife twirled out like her graceful body.
The gorgeous but cunning sharp edge locked the head, chest and abdomen of the room.
Suppressing the pain of boiling Qi and blood in his body and splitting his bones, Fang Zhongshou ran away with all his strength. Bang!!! The blade of the blade scraped against the tree trunk, debris flew everywhere, and a deep dent suddenly appeared.
"Let's... play slowly!" Ye Wantong's voice was still soft, but under the attack of the sharp blade, it seemed to be a bit sinister and cold.
"Don't let him die easily!" The splitting of the shoulder blade made Di Cheng's left arm tremble uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with shock and anger. He really didn't expect that the Skynet members' desperate attack would be so powerful. If it weren't for him at the critical moment
If he retreated a few points, his entire bone might be broken by his kick.
"Just give him a breath!" Ye Wantong narrowed her charming eyes, her enchanting body twisting and turning like a snake, dancing like a dancer, her dancing posture is graceful and seductive, giving people an extremely strong visual enjoyment, of course...provided that there is no such thing in her hand
Shanmori Hanmiao knife.
Ye Wantong's moves were extremely sharp and cunning. The slender blade almost danced like a wide knife net, hiding deadly killing moves everywhere, and even pushed the Shou* in the room back in embarrassment.
Although he was severely injured and lost his scalpel, Fang Zhongshou was a fighting member of Skynet after all, and Ye Wantong was able to suppress him to death. His strength was shocking, and he was worthy of being the number one female prisoner.
"Master." The guards quickly came up to treat Di Cheng's wounds. Although they had never studied medicine, their constant injuries gave them their own unique way of dealing with simple bone fractures and flesh wounds.
His body suddenly trembled, as if his heart was suddenly grasped. Wei Yehua froze on the spot for an instant, his trembling eyes fixed on the claw-shaped birthmark on Di Cheng's right-click area, and his cheeks that were originally filled with relief and a smile were stiff and
sluggish.
Birthmark...This birthmark is...
Suddenly, the memory fragments that were almost buried in the dust suddenly appeared in the deepest part of the memory. One scene after another, it seemed blurry and clear. I wanted to catch it, but it was difficult to catch it.
The claw-shaped birthmark in my sight gradually became clear and dazzling.
"Shu Xuan, you really don't know him?" Wei Yehua's voice was very soft, with a hint of trembling.
"I really don't know him, how many times have you asked me." Wei Shuxuan did not notice the strangeness of his father, and looked at Di Cheng who was bleeding profusely in the field with worry and distress. Others were even beaten by Xi Yuhuang and others.
Attracted by the fierce battle, attention was attracted to it like a magnet, as if the whole world was only left with that small but trembling area.
"Did he say anything to you during the time we were together?"
"No, he rarely talks to me except for saying some weird things." With a bit of resentful pouting, Shu Xuan wanted to rush in and bandage Di Cheng, but the cold and stern aura of the big man in front of her made her uncomfortable.
Don't dare to get any closer.
"His... name is Di Cheng?"
"Yeah." Wei Shuxuan simply replied, feeling a little dissatisfied that her father kept disturbing her.
But Wei Yehua's expression was suddenly excited and sad, his lips moved, and an inaudible voice floated out faintly, Di Cheng... Di Jia... Di Cheng! Di Jia!! Cheng'er... Wei Cheng... Wei Cheng
…
Is it a coincidence? After all, the Di family had... more than ten years ago...
How to explain the claw-shaped birthmark, that familiar feeling, and this sudden rescue? If it's not a coincidence, then why... he doesn't come to recognize me. Is it hate? Or...
"Brother, do you want to continue playing, or should we end it immediately?" As the melee progressed, the iron rod swung by Yang Jing pierced the shoulder of the native dog with its force and penetrated the trunk of the tree behind it.
The fierce attack method and the miserable barking of the local dog made the onlookers take a breath and subconsciously looked at their shoulders. Was it pierced by a stick? Thinking about it, they couldn't help but get goosebumps.
"It's getting late, let's end it!" Di Cheng's gaze swept across the audience. Under the pressure of absolute strength, Meng Pingzhu and others were completely suppressed because their hopes collapsed.
"Okay, I'll be the first!" Yang Jing laughed ferociously, squeezing his body against the iron bar and rushing forward, clenching his fist like a hammer, and smashing it into the throat of the native dog without any fancy.
The native dog struggled hard to intercept, but his body was helplessly fixed on the tree trunk, and the excruciating pain made him blurry. Click! The fist hit his throat without any suspense, and the raging power instantly shattered the throat bones and back.
The cervical spine. The cloak of death instantly enveloped it, and the soul dissipated.
Immediately afterwards, Dahan King Kong and others were fierce at the same time. Even if some people wanted to fight back desperately, facing the absolute gap in numbers and strength, the counterattack was blocked and crushed before it even started.
Amidst the dull thumping sounds, the remaining dozen or so prisoners on death row died tragically one after another. Their wide-eyed eyes were full of unwillingness and grief. They thought they could enjoy life after leaving Chixiang Prison, but the escape was not over yet.
, who wants to drink hatred in these barren mountains and mountains?
"Dicheng, stop! I surrender!" Just when the crow's narrow blade was about to penetrate Meng Pingzhu's eyes, he suddenly threw away the steel knife and shouted loudly in despair.
Bang! His footsteps hit the ground, his body stopped instantly, and the tip of Xi Yuhuang's knife almost touched Meng Pingzhu's eyelashes.
A wisp of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and Meng Pingzhu, who was covered in blood, quickly retreated, panting heavily and staring at Di Cheng not far away.
Surrender? Di Cheng slowly turned to look at Meng Pingzhu: "You mean surrender?"
"Yes, yes, I surrender. I am willing to follow you forever from today on." Meng Pingzhu glanced at Xi Yuhuang beside him subconsciously, and quickly knelt on the ground.
"Garbage!" Fang Zhongshou was surprised by Meng Pingzhu's reaction, but his heart was full of contempt. All his brothers had been killed, and he actually chose to surrender to the enemy at this time. No matter what the purpose, such
His behavior makes him shameless.
"Take care of yourself!" Ye Wantong clung to the opponent's loophole, and slashed hard at Fang Zhongshou's chest with his slender knife. A deep bone-deep wound appeared. The successive wounds made him stagger, and his counterattack became weaker and weaker.
.
Facing the successive attacks from Di Cheng and Ye Wantong... he was at the end of his tether!
"Haha, can I trust you?" Di Cheng walked slowly to Meng Pingzhu with a strange smile on his lips.
"As long as you give me a chance, I swear here that I will be a slave for the rest of my life and will never change my heart again..." Meng Pingzhu quickly raised his hands to show his loyalty, but before he could finish his words, Di Cheng suddenly struck with his right hand.
, snapped onto his neck, and the sharp five fingers penetrated deeply into the flesh, click click click... the cracking sound of the bones was almost loud.
"I said, some wrong things are just wrong, and you will never have the chance to repent." Sen Leng's voice floated out faintly, and he strengthened his right claw and clenched it fiercely. At the same time, Xi Yuhuang's sword
The sharp point penetrated the back of the heart and penetrated the heart.
The gravekeeper on death row—Meng Pingzhu, fell!
PS: This is the sixth update. The mouse has tried its best to double the chapter it owes on October 1st. Plus the one owed some time ago, there are two chapters owed in total. If it is doubled... four chapters. Ahem, this book
Yes, the mouse has become a debtor. It’s so painful_
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