This remote street is cold and bleak, with only soft street lights on.

I don't even know where I've run to, how can I expect to have rescuers?

Even if there is, it's too late!

It is better to save oneself than to save oneself.

I jerked myself up, and when I saw the strong man stabbing at me with a knife, I immediately threw myself to the side.

Very embarrassed posture, a bit like canine predation. Even if it's ugly, it's okay to say that it's a vicious dog.

But at such a critical juncture, who cares about this kind of thing? Life is more important than anything else!

I fell so hard that my chest was tight.

It's not just a temporary avoidance of a strong man's knife, but there are actually individual ideas.

I had fallen from the mountain before, and the general direction was here.

"Quick, mud horse, quick!"

"Where's my knife?!"

I looked like I was crazy, my intact left hand groping in the water.

Suddenly, there was a cold pain in the palm of his finger, which was cut by a sharp object.

I held the fruit knife in disregard as if I had grasped the last straw.

Anger burned in my heart, and my eyes were bloodshot.

In the face of the strong man's slash at me, I felt like a madman who didn't want to die. Not only did he not dodge, but he even took the initiative to rush over, roaring angrily and stabbing him directly in the chest!

The strong man who was originally sure to win was taken aback by me, and immediately retreated quickly, scolding with some anger: "Grass mud horse, you don't want to die?!"

I laughed a little maniacally, and that kind of nervous laughter made me feel terrible and strange when I heard it.

"I figured it out," I crouched slightly, letting my weight sink, "I can't stop it, and I'm not your opponent." ”

"But as long as I give up resistance and only focus on attacking. When you stab me, I can stab you too!"

"Hehe, do you want to be better than behold - who's harder?!"

The strong man was stunned for a moment, and then gritted his teeth: "Damn, mad dog!"

The horizontal ones are afraid of being stunned, and the stunned ones are afraid of dying.

At this moment, in his opinion, I probably belong to the kind of person who wants to die with him.

The rain was still falling, but he and I were in a brief stalemate and confrontation. His face was cloudy, and he seemed to be engaged in an inner struggle with his thoughts.

I thought of it and stretched out my right arm.

The wrist had been dislocated, twisted at an eerie angle.

Then I slammed my wrist into the streetlight pole next to me.

"Click"!

"Ahh

The strong man on the other side was stunned, and I could even clearly see his Adam's apple squirming up and down, as if swallowing saliva.

He wasn't a bad guy either, and he rushed at me when he took the opportunity.

But bumping into it isn't enough!

I slammed it three times in a row, and I felt like my teeth were about to crumble, and I couldn't bear it with tears in pain.

But the dislocated wrist has been corrected by me with the most brutal means.

I held the Kaishan Ridge with both hands, completely ignoring the pain of the wound between my palms and fingers and the rough hilt, and roared angrily and the strong man slashed the Kaishan Ridge.

The crisp metallic sound of "dang" was followed by the harsh sound of blades scraping, more uncomfortable than fucking fingernails scratching across the blackboard.

The feeling of feedback from the blades rubbing against each other made my hands numb.

My strength is not as strong as this strong man, and the back of the knife is almost pressed against my face. With that force, I staggered backwards and quickly retreated.

Taking a deep breath of the cold night breeze on a cold rainy night, I clenched the blade with both hands and said hoarsely: "Come on, fight to the death!"

On the clear and smooth knife surface, a cute panda face is reflected, but the eyes are so yin and ferocious, forming a huge contrast.

The strong man roared and slashed at me again. There is no discipline in the opening of the mountain in his hand, and he is slashing wildly.

As if it was not cutting people, but chopping melons and vegetables.

If it was Fu Longxing or Hong Maniac, he might find out the flaw in an instant, after all, his movements were too big and his moves were too chaotic.

But I can't, I'm not a practitioner.

can only bite the bullet, and with a ruthless roar, he also slashes indiscriminately!

It's like the most brutal and ferocious fight between beasts, but with the use of a knife.

I don't know how many times I've fought with him, but I know that the tiger's mouth was cracked by a special shock, and blood oozed out.

And whether it's me or him, I have suffered a lot of knife wounds on the upper body. The clothes were tattered and stained red with blood. Under the rain, the pale red is almost not enough to cover the entire top.

The scorching pain quickly turned cold.

"Aren't you afraid of being hacked to death by Lao Tzu when you step on a horse?!" the strong man roared.

"Whoever instigates whose grandson!" I didn't lose half a point in momentum, and I roared directly, which sounded crazy.

Despite the flesh and blood of the wound on my hand rubbing against the rough hilt, and the numbness of my arm, I knew that as soon as I let out this breath, I would die without a place to die.

In the stores on either side, a few rooms near the street were finally lit up, apparently alarmed by our great movement.

The strong man seemed to have been driven crazy by me, and stabbed me in the chest without hesitation.

I also turned into a stab and stabbed him in the heart!

However, at this moment, he coaxed.

The strong man fell backwards violently, "banging" to the ground, splashing a puddle of rain.

Dodging my knife also gave up the chance to kill me.

I seized the perfect opportunity and rushed forward, slammed my knees to the ground, and stabbed him in the chest.

If I had to give this trick a name, I think it should be called "kneeling stab".

It was supposed to be a ferocious offensive that would have been a one-move move, but unfortunately I neglected my physical fitness. It's all hanging in one breath, and it's already at the limit.

The action was only a little slower than half a beat, and he missed the best opportunity and was kicked away by the strong man.

I staggered back two steps, felt a tumbling in my stomach, and with a "wow" sound, I spat out a mouthful of sour water in pain, and my throat burned terribly.

I was already unsteady under my feet, so I hurriedly blocked the strong man's stab, and I was kicked to the ground by him again.

But this time, the strong man directly stepped on the back of my hand and twisted it hard.

I felt like my finger bones were shattering, and I curled up in pain like a shrimp.

"Hahaha, I won!" the strong man laughed maniacally, kicking the mountain opener in my hand away.

At the same time, an angry voice came from the howling wind and rain: "Brother Panda!"

But the strong man had already pressed me down, and the mountain opening wheel in his hand stabbed down between my legs: "Let you feel the pain of Tang Long's head!"

However, the next moment.

The sound of "dang" was extremely crisp, and even echoed with an aftersound.

Obviously not the sound that the fragile thing could make.

I clearly saw that a look of surprise flashed on the strong man's face, and then he looked at me in shock: "Why are you wearing it-"