Kills don't stop because of her swearing.

After a moment's pause, the right-hand man had already floated closer again, his movements were easy, and the sword in his hand was simply sent forward like a beginner..... Xue Qing only felt the sound of the wind in her ears, and the sand and soil around her were pressed down by the sword wind, she couldn't catch this simple sword, and she couldn't catch it. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and kicked his foot on the ground, and quickly retreated backwards....

There is no change in the sword of the left arm, and the person does not stop, it seems that no hidden weapon exists for him, as long as a sword takes a person's life...

Xue Qing didn't even have a chance to get up, and his feet scurried around like a mouse... The sand was flying like steam in the dark night.

The right-hand man didn't feel that the person who drilled on the ground was ridiculous, and he was really looking for an opportunity without being in a hurry... Xue Qing's legs bent on the ground, and the iron bar was also propped up to the ground, about to jump up. If she continues like this, she won't have a chance to fight back... It's now.. The right-hand sword was sent out...

Xue Qing snorted, as if he had suddenly been rolled up by the meat on the iron plate... The sword of the left arm stabbed her calf, but the curled Xue Qing passed over the top of the head of the left arm, and at the same time, the iron bar pierced down....

The left arm and right arm swayed, and the shoulder was slightly painful.

With this tie, Xue Qing has already rushed forward with his left and right arms... The calf injury seemed to have no effect on her, and she rushed into the night in the blink of an eye.

The right-hand man looked at his shoulder... The iron bar didn't pierce him, it just scratched his clothes and then a piece of skin... There is no bleeding wound, a faint pain... The right-hand man of poison or anything doesn't care, and the injury or anything doesn't anger him, and a killer can't be ashamed of being injured.

From the face to the right talent, this is the first move they really played, the first move, a draw.

The right-hand man looked at the fleeing figure in the night, maybe this person could really consume himself... For a killer, bravery is not a necessary temperament, but weighing the pros and cons.

"I take back my earlier words... Do whatever you have to do, this arm. ”

In the dark night, there was a word thrown by the little girl.

In the previous words, the little girl also said cruelly that because you call me little girl, I must kill you... Little girl.... No, the right arm's eyes opened, and the girl was wearing men's clothes... Why do you have to kill you if you call a little girl? Is it because of a man's arrogance? No, she's not a man, she's just wearing men's clothes... How can the right-hand man's ability to discern be wrong, even if he is blind, he will not mistake a man for a woman.

This little girl is about thirteen or fourteen years old.... Little girl, you found out that I am a little girl, so I have to kill you.... Kill you because you found out.. She's!yes!little girl!she!yes....

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With a choking sound, the sword light behind him struck, and Xue Qing, who was running, didn't turn his head back and waved the iron bar.... There was a sword like a snake stretching out from the left side, and it bent back strangely, as if waiting for Xue Qing to bump into it and then cut his throat.

Xue Qing's whole person also turned abruptly like a snake in the run, and the iron bar was raised horizontally on his shoulders.... One side of the choking sound collided with the tip of the sword, while the other side stabbed into the throat of the left arm....

The attacking sword retreated like a snake again, and Xue Qing didn't care if his iron bar hit the other party, and continued to run forward...

The second move, a draw.

The right-hand man raised his hand and threw the sword out.....

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The dense sound of tuk tuk tuk continued to explode in the dark night, and there seemed to be fireworks blooming in the wilderness, there was no gunsmoke or exclamation, it was just a sword... Xue Qing looked at the sword attacking from all sides, the sword was separated from the left and right arm, and it was thrown out with one blow to keep up with the other blow... A sword turned into a million swords in this man's hands... The unavoidable wind and rain shrouded in an instant, blocking Xue Qing's escape.

The iron bar in Xue Qing's hand rotated rapidly, constantly pulling away the attacking sword... A sword turned into ten thousand swords, and an iron bar became an iron shield armor.

When the sword rain always stops, at the moment when the left arm reaches out and holds the long sword forward, Xue Qing shouted, condensed all his strength on the iron bar, clenched his hands and jumped up and slashed at the left arm and roughly slashed away, her iron bar thorn can be used as a sword, picked can be a gun, and chop can be a knife....

The sword light flashed and illuminated the face of the left and right arm, this is a very killer face, the crowd will not take a second look at it, and after seeing it, they can't remember what it looks like... The iron bar that was close at hand, and the sword that he had no chance to retract, did not make his expression change in the slightest, he just raised his other hand, which had been hanging down by his side, and an ordinary fist, a simple straight fist, smashed into the iron bar.

Xue Qing only felt that his body was overturned, and the whole person was lifted, and his fist had not even touched the iron bar.... The right hand relies not only on the sword, but also on the fist... Xue Qing in mid-air was slammed to the ground, and the iron bar in his hand still maintained the posture of splitting, but there was no one in front of him who could be cut off, only fists... The fist smashed heavily on Xue Qing's shoulder.

The ground shook and the sand rose, Xue Qing fell into the ground with half of his person, and the next moment he was brought up by his fist, like a rag doll raised, the fist was still on her body, and with another blow, there was a bang, and the rag doll was knocked to the ground to draw a ditch, and the sand flew, covering Xue Qing, who fell to the ground motionless.

The third move, a right hand hit.

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The footsteps stopped, looking at the figure supporting himself little by little in the sand, half of his body was no longer moving, stiff and pitiful.

The person who can be similar to Mr. Si Brown is really powerful, and he has no power to fight back.... I don't know what Mr. Si Brown really looks like when he really starts to do it? I'm used to seeing that old guy giggling and laughing and being greasy, I really can't imagine it... Really, what are you looking forward to this? Don't you still dislike your enemies enough? You still want to live and die with Mr. Si Brown.... Also, what do you want that old guy to do now, it's really ruthless and unrighteous, you want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, you can cry to death.

Xue Qing laughed.

"Don't rejoice. The right-hand man said in a steady voice, not touched by the fact that this beaten half-dead man could still laugh, "I just didn't let you die." ”

Xue Qing coughed twice, and his voice was hoarse: "... If you don't kill me quickly, you won't be able to kill Master Du, and you'll be busy tonight. ”

The right-hand man said: "There is a more important question before killing him, who are you?"

Xue Qing smiled and said, "Before answering your question, I also have a question, usually I am used to asking questions after the end, but I'm afraid that this time it will be too late..."

Is that kind of thing that you ask for your name before you die, come to avenge yourself or go to the underworld to complain or something? What a child, who would ask such a boring question in a real murder fight, the right arm laughed, and said: "Yes, the right arm is me, I am the right arm, I am the only one in the world, and there is no other family." ”

Xue Qing said: "That's good, I'm really afraid that you will call it the left arm, and another one will be called the right arm, and then it will really be over." She sat up, "Three moves have passed, I'm going to kill." ”

The man who slapped his hand on the ground got up, waved his hand into a fist, and smashed straight into his left arm with the sand that had just fallen.

Fists collided with fists, no fire, only bones creaked like popping beans, and the ground was swirling.