When the fight finally began, the crowd couldn't help but shout excitedly, but then it all fell silent again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone held their breath just to witness this extraordinary battle.

The blacksmith's first shot was still a temptation.

Liu Feixue's contempt for him, his own patience for years has been integrated into this shot.

This shot, despite his confidence, cautious experience has taught him that he still needs to give himself plenty of room to maneuver.

He has slain countless people and experienced the most sinister scenes.

He was even seriously injured and died, but he persevered.

He has seen people and things thoroughly enough.

He can even see the opponent's ability with this shot - but when he shoots that shot, his heart suddenly floats.

It's not that his heart isn't strong enough.

Instead, he suddenly felt that his opponent was too weird.

Liu Feixue gently held the head of his spear, and the blacksmith felt the huge pull from the other end of the iron spear.

His gun was almost out of his hands.

When he felt that incredible, when he looked at the other party, he saw Liu Feixue staring at him with a sneer.

Liu Feixue said: "This is your so-called famous marksmanship? You should use some strength, otherwise your gun accidentally took off in front of everyone, it would be a little unsightly, don't you say?"

The blacksmith looked at his hands—the hands that held the guns, and now visible from the sleeves were two thick black, black leather hands with bones—

When the blacksmith saw this, his heart trembled. He put the iron gun back, but pointed it at him and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Liu Feixue retracted his hand back into his sleeve, and his eyes had already regained the sharp and relaxed look. He stood there and looked at him with a leisurely face and asked, "Are you scared?"

"But I like to see people scared!" he replied without waiting for the blacksmith to speak, "when you see that everyone is terrified, terrified, and incontinent at the sight of you, that feeling, really, what a majestic feeling. ”

The blacksmith said disdainfully: "You have gained strength, but you have also paid a terrible price! You have become a demon who is not a human being, and you are not a ghost!"

Liu Feixue stared at him, her eyes had become cold and sharp: "Do you know that your good memory will bring you the consequences of death!"

The blacksmith had tightened his grip on the iron spear in his hand.

"I can't go back, you will pay the price you deserve! All of you will also pay a heavy price!" Liu Feixue turned her face to look at the stage, the audience, and came back after a round, and looked at him uncontrollably, "I have gained the power I have been pursuing, do you know how amazing this power is?"

Blacksmith: "There will always be a time when you will be spurned and the devil will come to an end!"

Liu Feixue smiled: "What you said is the truth, in fact, I like your character." But alas, you have to stand against me. He paused, and added, as if deliberately lowering his voice, "Seriously, you're really embarrassing me!"

"Do you think I should keep you, or not?" he said with interest again.

He actually took him as a bag, and the blacksmith was furious, and he stabbed out with a sharp shot, and at the same time shouted: "This sentence should be said by me!"

Liu Feixue moved to dodge, her eyes sharper than the lancet in his hand: "Do you think you can still walk out of this palace today?"

The blacksmith roared, "You devils, today I will die with you!" and he struggled again. He possessed unrivaled strength, and he was confident that his abilities were huge enough to tear any opponent apart, even the Liu Feixue in front of him.

He shot again. Now that the other party has shown the bottom, he doesn't need to keep it anymore. He let go of his hands and feet, and the gun was pointed at the opponent's whole body, and he poured all his strength into the gun.

He had stabbed the sixth, seventh, and eighth shots.

But he stabbed them all in the air.

Every shot he fired was like a mud cow entering the sea.

When he fired the ninth shot, he found that he suddenly seemed to have become a little frightened, even a little weak.

In the face of such a person, his gun is no longer a gun.

If you can't hit the enemy's gun, how can you be a gun?

When he is not sure, he will never shoot lightly, and he will never use the gun until he has to. But when every shot he shot was about to pierce into that Liu Feixue's body, but he avoided it with an incredible way, at this time, how could his heart still be firm?

Only then did he see clearly the form he was about to face. Such an enemy was unlike anything he had ever encountered before.

He has an extraordinary ability, and he appreciates that about himself.

He also firmly believes that if it weren't for himself, no matter who was present, it might be difficult for him to be the opponent of this demon.

In the face of such a "demon", how should he be hostile?

It was his tenth shot.

He still stabbed in the air.

Liu Feixue walked left and right in an incredible way, in front of him - he had not made a move.

After a long time of fruitless attack, the blacksmith became angry and ashamed, which for a while stimulated his inner blood, fighting spirit and strength.

Everything is still the beginning! He has never lost! Even if the other party is really a ghost, as long as he has a gun in his hand, he has the ability to tear him to pieces.

- Liu Feixue was finally shot. The two of them rolled over and crouched down, and blood flowed out of his abdomen, staining his snow-white clothes red.

When the blacksmith saw that scene, he strengthened his confidence - he wanted to be angry, and not allow the other party to have the slightest chance to breathe and fight back. Because he has more important things to do. The others marched in with their guns, intending to kill him in front of him with one shot.

Opportunities don't come to the door automatically, and no mistakes can be exposed to the other party, especially against an injured tiger, who will in turn kill you under his fangs and claws if you are not careful.

The blacksmith's shot was swifter and sharper.

He wanted to kill him with a single shot. (In fact, every shot he fired didn't want to kill him.) ）

――If you kill him, you will immediately face a stronger opponent, should he be taken by surprise?

Suddenly, he only felt a chill in his back and shoulder blades, and then a faint pain came.

Liu Feixue finally made a move.

As soon as he struck, the blacksmith was stabbed, and he was stabbed more than once.

The blacksmith felt as if his entire back was almost bursting, and every time he moved, a heart-rending sensation spread throughout his body.

He watched Liu Feixue's knife slash dangerously from all directions.

He's in the middle of it.

Liu Feixue almost devoured him.

But he immediately brandished a long iron spear, and there was no trace of flaw left in his body.

There was an immediate exclamation from the audience—they saw that the blacksmith was already scarlet behind him, and Liu Feixue was now hanging on the tip of the blacksmith's iron spear.

The blacksmith roared angrily, raised his arms and threw Liu Feixue out.

Everyone exclaimed, thinking that Liu Feixue would be more and more auspicious, because if a person was stabbed by a gun like that, how could he still be killed?

But what they saw was that Liu Feixue had been tumbling in mid-air for a week, and then only landed lightly on the opposite side of the blacksmith. But he was obviously not lightly injured, and the red marks on his chest and back were all marks from the spear's sharp stabs.

The blacksmith gasped.

He knew that this time he had met a most formidable opponent. He was wondering, could there be anything more serious than this?

His opponent was sneering at him right now.

That's also ridicule.

The blacksmith suddenly felt depressed again.

If he quits now, it's still too late.

He can also get away with it.

He had thought countless times about leaving the land of right and wrong, away from those people, but his resolute character made him finally choose to stick to it.

Since I don't leave, and you want to kill me, then I will accompany you to the end!

If you come one, I'll kill one, and if you come a pair, I'll kill two!"

Just like that battlefield, despite your thousands of battles, I will still hold out to the end!

As long as I have a breath and a little strength, I'm going to kill you to the ground!"

Even though I face dozens of times your enemies, I will hold out until my reinforcements arrive.

But do I have reinforcements?

Am I not alone now?

Am I alone against them?

Even if I can beat him, but the huge forces behind him, that is, those people on the stage, those people hidden behind the stage, can I beat them?

I venture here today, will the enemy let me go?

That's right, yes, I'm not leaving!

If you're here, why are you leaving?

Where else can I go?

Since the other party won't let you live, where can you go?

You want to kill me, don't you? As long as you can't kill me, you don't know who will kill the deer!

Come on, let the horses come!

The blacksmith swallowed, his hand clenching the gun.

He died of his desire to live, so he simply let it go.

He does have power.

He was also a man of extraordinary courage.

The iron spear in his hand was once again used to the fullest by him.

Although he was injured again, he also seriously injured Liu Feixue.

He shot Liu Feixue in the chest.

Liu Feixue fell to the ground.

He pulled out his iron spear and wanted to give him another shot, but several guards next to him and two people from Liuzhongtian rushed up in time to catch him with their knives, and the instructor also separated and stopped him.

"It's a pity, it seems that this strong man narrowly won this game. Liu Guanying hurriedly came over from the seat and took control of the situation on the field. He dismissed the group, turned around and looked at Liu Feixue who had fallen to the ground, and said worriedly, "Is there a big problem with the Lord of Liumen?"

Just when everyone was talking and thinking that this game was about to come to an end, Liu Feixue, who fell to the ground, suddenly pushed away the person who was going to support him and slowly stood up. In the surprised eyes of everyone, he just casually looked down at the wound on his chest, and gently wiped the blood stain with his hand, and then he waved his hand towards those people: "I'm fine, the game is not over yet!"

How could he bear his wound if he were an ordinary person? It can be seen that he coped with it so lightly, and there was no painful look on his face. This made the people around him mutter, is he really okay?

But since he said that there was nothing to do, how could anyone else dare to say more?

Liu Guanying dismissed everyone, and then asked the two if they wanted to continue, but the blacksmith was willing to stop, and he just wanted to stab a few more holes in his body.

Despite the controversy, Liu Guanying agreed to their decision to continue fighting without treating their wounds.

When the two stood opposite each other on the stage, the blacksmith's eyes were already more disdainful and firm: "You can't survive today!"

Liu Feixue smiled, and then shook her head: "You are really the most difficult opponent I have ever met, but you really underestimate me too much." You know, my abilities aren't just for scaring people!"

The blacksmith had already stabbed the gun at him: "I'll see if it's your ghost skills or my magic spear!"

He didn't believe that the other party could fight back after the gunshot wound.

He's going to take advantage of the victory and strike again.

He wielded his straight iron spear like a spirit snake, and although the wounds on his body were as if they had been bitten by a pack of wild beasts, he could not care about it in the slightest.

He had only one goal - and that was to stick a gun into the heart of the other party.

He didn't know how many shots he had fired. He only saw Liu Feixue always wandering outside the tip of his gun.

There was a heart-piercing pain from the wound, which made him frown, and suddenly his feet could not stand. At this moment, Liu Feixue's knife stabbed into his abdomen.

Liu Feixue pulled out the knife again, and the second knife was inserted into his heart.

The blacksmith roared, and before his knife could stab deeper, he repelled him with a spear, the tip of which cut his ribs.

It was nearly noon.

The sky was bright, bright enough to be eye-catching. The blacksmith suddenly felt a dark feeling in front of him.

He gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain from the knife wound, and barely stood on the ground with his gun.

The fierce battle almost exhausted his strength to stand.

He glared at Liu Feixue opposite: the other party obviously didn't take much advantage, just looked at him and gasped for breath. His clothes, like his own, were already stained with blood.

Liu Guanying and the guide on the stage originally wanted to step forward to intervene, but seeing that the two had separated, they wanted to stop talking for a while.

"These two people are really a natural pair! This is really a good killing!" Seeing this, the prince on the high platform couldn't help but be a little elated, dancing with his hands. However, on both sides of the VIP seats, even some rich people did not show a trace of smile.

In this big palace, the people in the audience watched it, and in the crowd, it was also silent at the moment, full of solemnity.

The blacksmith raised his gun again. He still has the strength to attack.

Despite his serious injuries, he was still sure.

From several encounters with the other party, he has figured out the weakness of the other party.

He's going to defeat him with this final blow.

When Liu Feixue's knife stabbed into his chest again, his iron spear also pierced the opponent's chest without mercy.

With a strange scream, Liu Feixue retreated.

He fell back.

He fell back onto the high platform.

The blacksmith's spear knocked him away, and he sped to the other side of the platform.

Blacksmith chase.

He chased his gun in the direction he had fallen.

He flew up, his huge body tightly grasped the long iron spear, and the iron spear thrust into Liu Feixue, who was rolling to the ground, and his whole person rose into the air again.

He's going to leap forward.

His target was the people up there.

- But he only jumped two steps, and the whole person fell with a snap.

He had an arrow stuck in his back: a very thick one.

The arrow, stuck deep in his back.

It was a fatal arrow.

And the fatal knife.

Liu Feixue's lancet was piercing his chest from his back at the moment.

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