Ling Jie roared angrily, Bingtong is a good woman, women generally lack opinions, Ling Jie can understand this, but Bingtong's lack of opinions has brought him too much trouble and difficulties, from the arms of the Kyushu Dynasty
Since the beginning of smuggling and selling arms, Ling Jie has been cruel to this woman. Now she is doing it for Han Ping...
"You should be the one to get out of the way. I said that I will not allow a country's felons to continue to live in the world." Bingtong argued.
Ling Jie suddenly sneered loudly. He was reduced to a felon in the country. This was the eternal pain in Ling Jie's heart, the most painful scar. No one had ever dared to expose this scar in front of him, but Bingtong did it again and again.
, and again and again sprinkled salt on his scars.
"What? Are you following the will of the country and killing me... Hahahaha."
Bingtong turned her wrist, and two silver one-foot flying knives appeared in her palms. She looked at Ling Jie coldly, with a ruthless face, "Yes, I just want to uphold the will of the country."
"You stupid woman, I, Ling Jie, have mistrusted you. After all, you would rather believe Han Ping than me. Since you have made up your mind, I won't say anything more. But listen, I won't
No mercy, even if you were once my Ling Jie’s woman, I will not show mercy!"
"I don't need your pity." Bingtong shouted loudly.
"You have guts, but you're vulgar." Ling Jie raised his dragon-slaying knife, "I remember Senior Sister Mengyao once reminded me to be careful about you. I didn't know the true meaning of this sentence at the time. Looking at it today, Senior Sister
A ray of silver light flashed in the bright iron house and hit Ling Jie's neck.
Although the flying knife is extremely fast, Ling Jie is confident that he can avoid it. What he is worried about is that Bingtong has a back-up move. A master cannot tolerate any mistakes when fighting. The slightest mistake may lead to death.
Resulting in death.
But after Bingtong threw the throwing knife, she kept standing there. She held the throwing knife tightly in her other hand and didn't move. Her eyes were like dead water.
"Wow..."
When the flying knife came three meters away from Ling Jie, it suddenly exploded with a crash, split into countless small fragments, and shot towards Ling Jie all over the sky!
This drastic change made Ling Jie take a breath of air. Such a technique was something Ling Jie had never heard of before. He saw a flying knife that was originally aimed at his throat suddenly shattering into countless fragments. It was okay, there were countless fragments.
They all shot together, it was just...
"It's too late, the changes are too fast, there's no way to avoid it, there are too many fragments, each fragment is so powerful, there's no way to avoid it..."
Seeing that Ling Jie was about to be shot into a honeycomb, Ling Jie suddenly turned around, turned his back to Bingtong, and covered the back of his head with one hand.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff..." A series of eighteen fragments shot into Ling Jie's body. Ling Jie's knees were shot into the iron pieces. He instinctively knelt down and used the dragon-slaying knife to support him.
He held his body and stabilized himself.
He looked at the back of the hand covering the back of his head, and saw that seven or eight fragments had been shot into it. The whole hand could hardly move, could not make a fist, and was dripping with blood.
"Fortunately, I covered the back of my head with my hands, otherwise my head would have exploded." Ling Jie stood up slowly, turned around and looked at the woman opposite. Ling Jie's heart gradually became cold, and the pain in his body made him
Desperately looking for an outlet to vent.
Bingtong's hands were trembling a little, "Ling Jie, you can't beat me. Stop struggling. This may save you some pain."
Ling Jie's hand holding the dragon-slaying knife was trembling, and his legs were trembling as well. Every word he spoke seemed to have exhausted all his strength, "Bingtong, you are forcing me to kill you. Don't do it."
I'm so arrogant that you can't beat me, please don't force me anymore."
"Just use whatever you have, what's the use of talking." Bingtong shouted, "Stand up quickly, stand up quickly."
"You stupid woman." Ling Jie stood up suddenly and slashed out with two knives. Four streams of air rushed away. Bingtong held the knives in both hands. Although she resisted, the impact of the air stream was too great and she was knocked away.
She pushed back ten meters and finally pressed against the wall. Just as she took a breath, she saw Ling Jie coming to her eyes and the dragon-slaying knife suddenly slashed down.
"Hey." Bingtong used a one-foot flying knife, put it on her shoulder, and suddenly connected with Ling Jie's dragon-slaying knife. The flying knife was not broken, but her whole body was pressed to her knees.
A small piece of the porcelain plate below my knees was shattered.
Ling Jie held the knife with one hand and slashed downwards, while she held the throwing knife with both hands and lifted it upwards. In terms of strength, Bingtong was naturally inferior to Ling Jie, but Ling Jie was not able to perfect her sword for a while.
Pressing it down, the two were in a stalemate for a while.
"Pfft." Bingtong was defeated by both hands, and the dragon-slaying knife pressed down on her right shoulder, making a deep cut, and Bingtong's flying knife was also pressed into her flesh.
.
Bingtong's veins burst out all over his body, and then he stopped Ling Jie's old sword from pressing down further.
Seeing the blood flowing from Bingtong's shoulder, he felt a sense of bitterness and sadness in his heart. He shouted, "Bingtong, don't force me anymore. You can't beat me. Just give up. In this case, you can still get out alive."
"
Bingtong sneered at herself, "I have no choice. I have to fight if I can't beat him. Ling Jie, if you still think that I am Bingtong, you must not show mercy." She suddenly raised her head and looked at Ling Jie ferociously.
, "You beat me, beat me to death, beat me to death..."
"You have a choice. You can choose to give up. I will make it clear to Mr. Blacksmith and he will allow you to go out..." Ling Jie thought that his knife could cut down without mercy, but he realized after what happened.
He couldn't do it, because the person below was Bingtong, the woman he had loved. No matter what mistakes he made, she was still Bingtong after all...
Bingtong suddenly burst into tears, "Ling Jie, it's useless. Even if Mr. Blacksmith is willing to let me go, I will still die. I have no choice, just take action."
Ling Jie is angry and impulsive right now, but he still hears the clues in Bingtong's words. There is another mystery behind Bingtong's words...
Ling Jie's voice became louder, "If you have any unspeakable secrets, just say it. Tell me... I, Ling Jie, want to see what it is that can make a good Bingtong become like this."
"Puff..." Bingtong's hands suddenly let go.
Ling Jie didn't let go yet. The dragon-slaying knife slashed forward like cutting tofu, completely slicing into Bingtong's right shoulder. Even his lungs were cut in half...
"Ah..." Ling Jie cried out in pain and let go of his hand, but it was still too late, the dragon-slaying knife was too sharp...
Bingtong didn't make a sound, with a sad smile on his face...