As his body trembled, Xu Gou breathed a long sigh of relief, took his things back, grinned at the brothers beside him and said, "Brothers, let's go and kill those dogs."
"Kill those bitches!"
"Hahaha!"
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As everyone was making a noise, Xu Gou led the people down the mountain. The moment he turned around, Xu Gou suddenly noticed a black figure emerging in front of his eyes. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Without thinking, he headed straight towards
Rolled on the ground.
Xu Gou rolled around on the ground, his body covered with urine, and the clothes on his chest were cut open. He looked down at the gaping hole, Xu Gou touched his chest, and looked up to see Han Baihang.
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"Is it you?" Xu Gou was a little surprised.
Han Baihang played with the short knife in his hand and looked at Xu Gou with a gloomy face, "I didn't expect it, did you feel surprised?"
Xu Gou laughed, patted the dirt on his body, stood up and stretched his bones, and said with a smile: "It is true that there is a way to heaven if you don't take it, but there is no door to hell."
"Stop talking nonsense, where is Lan Chun?" Han Baihang stepped forward suddenly and slashed diagonally at Xu Gou with the knife in his hand.
Xu Gou stopped a little on the ground and jumped back, avoiding the knife in Han Baihang's hand. At the same time, he took out the knife in his hand and slashed straight at Han Baihang's face.
"Lan Chun, what a good name, are you talking about my wife?" Xu Gou shouted while chopping: "Of course my wife is in my bed."
Han Baihang knew clearly that Xu Gou was deliberately irritating him, but he still couldn't help but feel angry. His face turned red with anger, and even his sword skills became scattered. Xu Gou forced him to retreat steadily.
"Go to hell!" Xu Gou was so proud that he had the upper hand. The smile on his face became even brighter, and he flew and kicked Han Baihang in the lower abdomen.
Han Baihang couldn't dodge for a moment and was kicked by Xu Gou. He staggered and fell back. When he raised his head, a white sword light approached his cheek. Han Baihang was startled and leaned back, half of his body parallel to the ground.
One stroke of iron bridge makes things more orderly.
Xu Gou's knife grazed the tip of Han Baihang's nose, slicing off the hair on the tip of his nose. Han Baihang fell back, his back pressed against the ground, and the muscles of his thighs suddenly tightened, suddenly like a compressed
Like a spring, it suddenly released and the whole person jumped up from the ground.
Xu Gou used too much force and failed to control his own strength. He fell forward and hit a black shadow head-on. He was suddenly frustrated and flew backwards.
Han Baihang stood upright and looked around. Although Xu Gou's men were drunk and their movements were slower, Han Baihang's men were also injured, and for a while the two parties were fighting each other.
"I'll give you one last chance. Where is Lan Chun?" Han Baihang raised the dagger in his hand, pointed at Xu Gou and asked.
Xu Gou sat on the ground, touched his aching chest, and said with a grin: "The strength of this kick is not bad, it can barely scratch my itch."
Han Baihang's face turned dark, his anger burst out uncontrollably, and he rushed towards Xu Gou with a knife. He only had one idea now, kill him!
Xu Gou was frightened by Han Baihang's momentum. He took two steps back and hurriedly got up from the ground. At the same time, he raised the knife in his hand to block Han Baihang's knife.
The sword was so powerful and heavy that it numbed Xu Gou's jaw, and the knife in his hand almost flew out. Xu Gou rolled back, rolled twice on the ground, and escaped from Han Baihang's knife circle.
Xu Gou got up from the ground, sweating all over his body. He didn't expect Han Baihang's kung fu to reach such a high level, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
The drink mixed with cold sweat stimulated Xu Gou to wake up immediately. Seeing the menacing rush towards him, Xu Gou suddenly had the idea of escape.
Sometimes in a fight, it's not about how high the opponent's martial arts is, or how subtle his moves are. Sometimes the comparison is about momentum. For example, if you beat a master to death with random punches, it depends on momentum.
Xu Gou, whose momentum was at a disadvantage, was no match for Han Baihang. He was beaten back and forth, and there were a few fresh wounds on his body. Fortunately, Xu Gou had rough skin and thick flesh, so he did not suffer much damage for a while, but the two
There was a stalemate for a while.
Han Baihang was physically injured, and with a burst of momentum, he temporarily suppressed Xu Gou. However, as time passed, Han Baihang gradually felt a little weak in physical strength, the movements of his hands slowed down, and his steps began to stagger.
Suddenly, Han Baihang's feet weakened, his sword was tilted, and he threw himself into Xu Gou's arms. Xu Gou was stunned for a moment. Originally, he was already on the verge of collapse, but Han Baihang's sword suddenly tilted.
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Although he didn't know what happened to Han Baihang, how could Xu Gou let go of such a good opportunity? He immediately clenched his fist and smashed Han Baihang in the face.
Han Baihang rushed forward and bumped into Xu Gou's fist head-on. His vision suddenly went dark, and two traces of blood emerged from his nose.
Xu Gou was overjoyed. After knocking Han Baihang away with one punch, he rushed forward with a knife and slashed at Han Baian's forehead.
Han Baihang's head was dizzy and he couldn't react for a while. When he came to his senses, Xu Gou's knife was already in front of him. When he tried to dodge, it was already too late.
The snow-white sword's light was powerful and heavy, making people feel a chill in their hearts. Han Baihang was startled, his head suddenly turned to the side, and the sword struck Han Baihang's shoulder blankly.
The bright red blood shot out and splashed all over Han Baihang's face. Xu Gou was overjoyed and grinned evilly: "Go to hell!"
Xu Gou roared and tried hard to withdraw his knife, but after several attempts, the blade was still stuck on Han Baihang's shoulder bone and could not be pulled out for a long time.
"Death?" Han Baihang suddenly raised his head with a smile on his face, "Who do you think will die?"
Xu Gou looked at Han Baihang's smiling face and suddenly felt horrified. He desperately wanted to take out the knife in his hand. Han Baihang grabbed the back of Han Baihang's knife, and his eyes seemed to be shot out from the Nine Netherworld, with a strong ghostly aura.
Han Baihang raised the knife in his hand, aimed it at Xu Gou's shoulder, and stabbed it blankly. Xu Gou was already frightened by Han Baihang. He held the handle of the knife with one hand and was completely stunned on the spot.
He forgot to dodge and watched the knife pierce into his shoulder.
There was a muffled sound, and the sharp handle of the knife pierced Xu Gou's collarbone, and hot blood spilled all over the floor.