Ding Anbang held the Tang knife in his right hand and opened his arms, and said with an intermittent smile while letting out heavy breathing sounds: "Welcome to cut." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

What does it mean to be welcome to cut it? Why didn't he fly his sword and kill people? These more than 300 wouldn't be enough for him to stuff his teeth, so why should those ordinary people who are still fishermen do it themselves? Could it be that what the news says is true, and he is really useless!?

"I don't have the strength anymore, I have to take the credit myself. In these years, how can there be a good thing that can benefit without taking risks?" Ding Anbang's face was "angry", and his tone was like a lesson to the younger generation.

To take it or not to take it? The tartar hesitated, but the time of hesitation was very short.

As long as he can live to accomplish this great feat, it will be worth the great price! In the end, the Tartar could not resist the temptation, and chose to rush back quickly.

As if it was too tired to raise his hand, Ding Anbang simply squatted on the ground with the Tang knife in his hand, lowered his head and gasped for breath, and did not forget to free one hand to gesture to hurry over.

The Tartar ran faster and faster, for he saw the ordinary fishermen who had been killed and wounded, and the man who was panting like an ox squatting on the ground! If he really hadn't lost his skills, how could he sit back and watch so many innocent people die? How could he be panting like that?

Here's the credit, here's it! My credit! Tartar's face began to flush with excitement, and he had to begin to try to control his emotions so as not to be killed by his opponent by despicable means after a momentary upheaval of his two companions. Input to the website: heiyaпge to watch the intoxicated Zhang Jie

Ten zhang, five zhang.

Tartar's hand holding the scimitar began to tremble at last, for a great merit was at hand. With a swing of his sword, the tartar used the last of his composure to swing the scimitar in his hand to ensure that the man in front of him had no ability to fight back.

With a missed sword, Tartar strangely realized that the man he was about to chop had somehow reached his side. The strangest thing about him was that the other party's figure was not fast, let alone fast, but it was a step that he could see with his own eyes, and then the man appeared at his side unbelievably, and then he held the Tang knife that had just slaughtered the leader of the Japanese Invaders with both hands and stabbed it directly.

I'm not a waste of the Wa country!

The Tartar, who was born in the Medicine Valley, raised his eyebrows suddenly, and the scimitar in his hand suddenly drew a semicircle, and turned upward. He could still see that no matter how unbelievable the other party was, he was attacking him with a deep experience that he didn't know how terrifying it would be, so he remembered what his master had said: the best way to break the moves of a person with extreme experience and extreme skill is actually to use an internal force that surpasses him, or an invincible brute force.

Now all this Tartar has to do is to use his internal strength to pick up this knife, knock the damned Tang knife away, and then hit this terrible man hard, and finally make this great achievement that can bring him infinite benefits.

It's a pity that this Tartar was disappointed again, because the Tang knife in Ding Anbang's hand was not knocked by him. The damn Tang knife deflected to the left with Ding Anbang's seemingly weak wrist, flashed past the scimitar at a fraction of a millimeter distance, and slashed at the five fingers of the Tartar holding the knife with a natural downward trend.

The Tartar asked himself that his ability was too much better than that of the leader of the Woko, and after being shocked, he was only a little more annoyed, and at the same time more excited. If he can ask more exercises and secrets from this person before handing over this great merit upwards, then it will definitely be of great help to the entry of the martial arts, and his status in the medicine valley will also be due to the merits at the same time because the martial arts will go further. So will the lotus flower of the Medicine Valley also have a trace of concern because of his progress?

Countless beautiful futures are coming, and Tartar suppresses his ecstasy and flips his wrist again, and immediately takes the five fingers of the opponent's handshake after taking out the opponent's knife gesture.

Ding Anbang's hands suddenly loosened, and he actually let the scimitar slash Tang Dao. The Tang knife was not broken, but it suddenly fell down due to the scimitar.

Ding Anbang, who basically didn't make much movement and took advantage of his opponent to complete all the necessary preparations, once again clenched the handle of the Tang knife with both hands, and then poked it hard.

A knife penetrated through the opponent's lower abdomen, Ding Anbang's whole person made a downward action, and his two hands pressed on the end of the handle to ensure that the Tang knife in his hand could completely pass through the opponent's kidneys and then penetrate the liver, and finally through the lower back, which was a condition to ensure that the opponent would die.

"You know who I am, I don't know if you can tell me. Ding Anbang knew that his words might cause a lot of accidents or troubles, but he still couldn't hold back the huge impulse in his heart, because he really wanted to know who he was, what those dream dilemmas were about, and what happened to him in the past.

There are so many things that Ding Anbang wants to know, and the long-term depression has already made his mind explode. If it weren't for Ding Xiaomei's strong enough emotional sustenance, Ding Anbang could imagine what happened to him, probably going crazy a long time ago, maybe he would have died.

The tartar who was slashed on the wrist by Ding Anbang's palm and the scimitar fell to the ground, until this time, it was still hard to believe that he had been made to this fate by a person who could say that he had no force at all. He couldn't figure out how far a man had to calculate to make sure that he could get his opponent to take all the steps he needed to take the initiative and then take advantage of the opportunity to complete the kill in one fell swoop.

But the man's words reminded the Tartar, who had already begun to feel life quickly leaving his body. He has amnesia, and this man who has become the object of countless people's longing and hatred of countless people actually has amnesia.

For the surprise of the knife, for the loss of success, all the questions, suddenly the Tartar found the answer, and the answer was so ridiculous. He actually lost to a person who had lost all his martial arts and had lost his memory, and he was defeated so neatly that it could be regarded as a kind of "suicide".

Ding Anbang, who had really used up his strength by the last knife, was trembling all over, but he still tried to raise his head and look into the eyes of the tartar, trying to find even the slightest bit of information from there, any information related to his previous amnesia.

But Ding Anbang was still disappointed, and a strong sense of fear swelled up in his heart. The Tartar's eyes changed, a kind of absoluteness and madness after giving up hope of life.

Ding Anbang stretched out his hand with all his might, he didn't know why, he just felt that he had to hold the mouth of this tartar tightly, no matter what, he couldn't let him say any of the following words he wanted to say. If he hadn't been able to stop Tartar from speaking, Ding Anbang felt that he was going to be very bad.

"Big brother, we said that you will explore the path and I will finish it, just for the sake of a woman, you actually conspired with these Han dogs to murder your brother!?"

A high-pitched and malicious shout rushed up, Ding Anbang failed, his outstretched hand was clutched by the dying tartar, unable to move.