Lin Kun glanced over, and Si Ronger immediately understood. He turned around and threw the two knives behind him toward Hua Song. The two knives were originally his, one long and one short.
The length of the Yuanyang knife and the short one are particular. The long one is no more than 1.2 meters, and the short one is no more than 70 centimeters. The long sword is responsible for offense, and the short sword is mainly for defense. The combination of one long and one short can provide both offense and defense, which is not ordinary.
The effect that the double sword can have.
Hua Song stopped attacking, caught the two swords, and looked at Lin Kun doubtfully, "What do you mean?"
"A master who uses a knife doesn't use a knife. Even if I win, I won't win with force." Lin Kun said with a smile.
"Hmph, if you have the knife in your hand, just wait to die!" Hua Song swung the two knives in his hand, a cold light flashed in the air, and a sinister and sultry murderous aura spread.
"It's still the same thing. Your mother really didn't educate you. Do you have to be low-key?" Lin Kun had a smile on his lips, and he smiled helplessly, "Even if your mother didn't educate you, you have always heard the old saying, sir.
Pretending to be cool will get you struck by lightning, young man."
"I'm going to fuck you!"
Hua Song cursed angrily, almost going berserk. The two hard white-edged knives in his hands chopped off at Lin Kun. Countless knives fluttered in the air.
Usually only those who use swords can shake the sword flowers. It is really rare to see people who can shake the sword flowers with a sword. Especially for a big guy like Hua Song, his agility seems to be very average. As a result, the sword flowers in his hands are
The kung fu is really delicate, which is quite unexpected.
Lin Kun narrowed his eyes slightly, raised a frivolous smile at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Is that all you have?"
"It's enough to chop you up!" Hua Song said in a furious tone, full of strong self-confidence.
Although Hua Song is a bit uglier, has darker skin, and has a bad temper. Apart from being tall and tall, he has absolutely no advantages in appearance, but as long as he has two knives in his hand, there is a sense of humanity in his heart.
Blocking the murderer, Buddha blocks the pride of killing the Buddha.
Seeing that the two knives were about to cover his face, Lin Kun still showed no signs of evasion, as if he had not seen the two knives at all.
The faces of everyone around became nervous. Chengcheng’s little face turned pale with fright, and her mouth opened wide, “Dad!”
Chu Jingyao also became panicked, "Lin Kun..."
Si Ronger, Murong Bai, Yu Zhijian, and Jiang Kuisheng were all ready to take action.
At this time...
Lin Kun suddenly raised his arm, and pointed the black muzzle of a gun at Hua Song, who had a murderous look on his face. The two daggers in Hua Song's hands immediately stopped, and his arms hung stiffly in the air.
"well……"
Lin Kun sighed helplessly and looked like an idiot. Hua Song, with a stiff expression, said: "Brother, you must have never seen an island country movie about ninjas being tortured. There is a sentence in the movie that is very...
Classic, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, bullets are not as powerful as mine. I just need to pull the trigger a little, and your head will immediately..."
"Don't talk nonsense. If you want to kill me, shoot immediately. I don't have time to hang out with you here." Hua Song gritted his teeth and said something coldly from his mouth.
"Brother Kun, destroy this kid, he is so ignorant, let his brain explode!" Yu Zhijian shouted angrily from the side, if this gun had been in his hands, Hua Song's head would have been destroyed long ago.
"Brother Kun, shoot quickly. I've already covered my ears and am just waiting to hear the sound." Si Ronger said with a smile.
Murong Bai and Jiang Kuisheng did not interrupt. Chu Jingyao hugged Chengcheng in her arms and covered Chengcheng's eyes.
Lin Kun chuckled, twirled the silver-white Desert Eagle in his hand, put it away, looked at Hua Song and said: "Come on, no ink, if you can survive ten of my attacks, you will win.
"
"Shabi, you asked for this!" Hua Song yelled coldly, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, the two knives in his hand fell down one after another.
Lin Kun's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his calm eyes. He raised his left hand upwards, held the black-gold ghost in his hand, and struck at the two knives.
Ding Dang...
Sparks burst out, and the two knives struck the triangular thorn one after another. Lin Kun's hand holding the triangular thorn suddenly exerted force, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out. A sudden strong force followed the triangular thorn, and went towards that
Two mandarin duck knives were flipped over.
Hua Song pressed the two knives tightly with both hands. He originally wanted to rely on his own strength to push down the Triangular Army. No matter who he fought with, he was always very confident.
But unexpectedly, the sudden burst of force from the Triangular Army's thorns directly knocked the two Yuanyang knives in his hands flying. A frightening light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly stepped back.
The body is a little staggered.
At this time, the three-edged military thorn in Lin Kun's hand seemed to turn into an arrow from the string with a swish, and it pierced Hua Song's chest. The black-gold light was sharp, and in an instant, a powerful murderous intention was fired at the three-edged military thorn.
It exploded in the center, and a cold wind blew up in the air.
Hua Song was horrified. He quickly stood firm on his feet, waved two mandarin duck knives and came forward. There were two more jingling sounds, and the black-gold triangular spurs struck the two swords one after another with an unstoppable momentum.
The Yuanyang knife collapsed, Hua Song's arms were spread out left and right, and his chest was completely exposed to the three-edged sword.
hiss……
Hua Song took a breath of cold air and watched helplessly as the black-gold tip of the knife shining with murderous intent got closer and closer. Apart from his eyes widening, he had no other choice. His chest was filled with fear for a moment, and his eyes seemed to
The shadow of death has appeared.
The God of Death was grinning ferociously, with a huge scythe on his back, and his eyes hidden under the long brim of his hat, smiling maliciously at him.
An unprecedented despair instantly overwhelmed Hua Song. He closed his eyes quietly, having given up hope in his final struggle in this world.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
As time passed, the muscles on Hua Song's face twitched. Shouldn't they feel pain? Is the ultimate feeling of death, that is, not feeling pain, or...
Hua Song opened his eyes in confusion. In front of him, Lin Kun was looking at him with an indifferent smile. He suddenly cursed in his heart, "Ci'ao, I've gone to hell, how can I still see this kid? Damn it,
Is it possible that he is really the incarnation of death?"
"I'll let you live today, let's go." Lin Kun said with a faint smile.
"I'm not dead?"
Hua Song said in surprise, and his eyes slowly dropped. On his chest, the three-edged military thorn was almost attached to his clothes. If he moved forward a little further, it would penetrate.
"Stop talking nonsense. While I'm in a good mood, get as far away from me as possible. If I change my mind..."
Before Lin Kun could finish his words, Hua Song raised his hand and bowed to him: "Lin, I really underestimated you. Let's fight again if we have a chance in the future!"
Whoosh!
The triangular military thorn suddenly swiped in mid-air and pierced Hua Song's left shoulder. The speed was so fast that Hua Song almost didn't feel anything when he found that his shoulder had been pierced, and red blood overflowed.