Unlike those depicted in fiction and movies, real-life battles are often won or lost in a very short period of time.

The so-called war of three days and three nights is not impossible, but that situation is too rare.

And it is very likely that it is just two people with twisted personalities and desperate to save face.

After all, the human body's endurance is limited, and the instantaneous destructive power that erupts in the battle of the strong is not only for the opponent to bear, but also for his own body.

Therefore, after Wu Que enters the blood-colored state, there will be a period of sequelae, which is a sign that his body is on the verge of destruction.

The damage to the human body is extremely great.

Although Xiaohua's strength was only rated as A-level by the military, even ordinary A-level powerhouses had a headache when facing him.

The reason for this is only clear to those who have actually played against him, and that is that his physical fitness is higher than the average A-class, and he can maintain his peak explosive form for longer than the average person.

In other words, the staying power of Xiaohua is much stronger than that of the same level of powerhouse.

The butterfly is Qingluan, the eighth on the black list.

She ranked eighth naturally without much water, and she relied on bloody battles to survive.

The style of the dark world actually has a certain similarity with the military, that is, the shot is not fancy, and it kills with one hit.

The state of the floret has changed.

As the butterfly grows wildly, it is obvious to the onlookers that his state has completely changed.

The indecision in his eyes disappeared, and in his place was a trace of uncontrollable fighting intent that began to permeate.

"Come on."

Xiaohua's eyes narrowed slightly, and she spit out two words lightly.

The butterfly was already waiting for the opportunity to move, and she seemed to have turned into a bow, and her momentum was shrinking little by little.

"Humph!"

Her cold and delicate eyebrows twisted, and a cold snort overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

As soon as the voice started, the butterfly's right foot slammed on the ground, and her body instantly pulled to a rapid speed, a distance of five or six meters, which was only a matter of a few tenths of a second in front of a powerhouse of her level.

In the course of this moment, the ten fingers of the butterfly flutter like a butterfly dance in the wind, twisting each other and forming a complicated and mysterious handprint.

It's not the Ten Directions Heaven and Earth that Wu Que has seen.

This mudra may seem unremarkable, but it seems to condense all the strength of the limbs of the body.

The butterfly's eyes were cold to the bone, and she pushed her handprint forward without a trace of fireworks.

Xiaohua's muscles tremble slightly, which is a manifestation of extreme excitement and complete excitement of muscles.

In the face of the onslaught of butterflies without warning, he chose the most direct collision when his scalp was numb.

"Humph!"

Xiaohua snorted angrily, the muscles of her whole body suddenly tightened, her body moved at will, and the whip leg like steel cast iron was pulled out fiercely.

The power carried by this leg was extremely terrifying, and he had no intention of showing any mercy, and went straight to the handprint condensed by the butterfly.

Xiaohua has already understood that the woman in front of her is definitely a strong person of the same level as herself.

The whip legs, which were big enough to smash the concrete walls, and the slender hands, which looked so weak that they turned black when they were pinched, collided violently in a suffocating atmosphere.

"Boom!"

The crash sound was dull and short, as uncomfortable as hitting headlong into an airbag.

The two of them parted with a touch of a button, each taking a few steps back.

A hint of surprise crossed Xiaohua's eyes, he had absolute confidence in the explosive power of his leg just now, but the feeling of feedback surprised him.

It was as if a mallet with full strength smashed into the water, and the initial force was scattered like a splash, and then the drag and friction under the water were again and again to cancel out the kinetic energy little by little.

I even suffered a part of the sudden interaction force.

In fact, the butterfly is not comfortable, her handprint is from the old dragon gang secret, which belongs to the secret that is not passed on.

Although it is very reasonable to perfectly unload the strength of the little flower, it still has to digest part of the power itself.

Of course, this bit of strength is not a big problem for her.

The butterfly handprints dissipated, but the eyes were cold in vain, and what was in front of them was nothing more than an appetizer.

In fact, ordinary martial artists are still in the stage of strength, and they are as strong as butterflies and small flowers, and they have already mastered the use of some potential.

The butterfly's originally loose home clothes swelled slightly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole person seemed to be taller.

It's not that butterflies have really become taller, but this is a kind of use of potential.

It wasn't her who swelled, but the momentum.

Without a moment's respite, the butterfly struck forward again, this time not as fast as a ghost before, but giving people a sense of ambivalence and ambiguity.

Xiaohua's expression was slightly grim, and his simple clothes and pants seemed to be filled by a strong wind, and the wind filled the surroundings of his body.

In a trance, the butterfly's delicate ten fingers appeared in front of his eyes again, straight into his eyes, but he did not resist or move a little.

Sure enough, the white and tender ten fingers brushed the cheeks of Xiaohua, and the movement track was completely out of the picture captured by the eyes before.

This is the confusion and disguise of the potential.

If you can't hold your ground, you may be on the road if you resist yourself.

Xiaohua was already known for his defense, and in this tense moment, his legs were slightly bent at the knees, forming a horse step that was not standard, but it was extremely stable and solid, without the slightest trembling.

The butterfly's offensive continues, eight points of fiction and one point of reality, and one point of concealment.

The little flower is as immobile as a mountain, the eyes look at the nose, the nose and the nose look at the mouth and the mouth and the heart, and the ears listen to all directions.

The hula of the wind blowing through the grass, the noise of the sand and gravel rolling, the slightly nervous breathing of the onlookers, all of them were very distinct to his ears.

"Huh!"

An abrupt sound suddenly sounded on his left side, Xiaohua's face remained unchanged, but her figure did not hesitate, and a delicate arm swept gently, bringing a burst of air cracking.

The well-maintained nails inadvertently hooked his shirt, but it was not actually a hook, because there was actually a considerable gap between the fabric and the nails.

a distance of less than a centimeter.

But the result can be described as hooking.

"Tear up!"

Xiaohua's clothes made of excellent materials made an extremely exaggerated opening, as if it had been cut by spikes.

From the hollow, it could be seen that on his bronzed skin, a slender scar clearly appeared, not long or serious, but it shocked everyone's hearts.

Because in fact, butterflies have never touched the florets at all, but they can cause this kind of damage out of thin air.

The others didn't understand why, so they were stunned as if they had seen some kind of magic.

Only Wu Que is not surprised, in fact, it is very simple, this is the release of qi.

Qi is another means of being different from power.

The ancient martial arts masters in the movie novels can usually hurt people in the air, and they can actually do it.

It's just not exaggerated to the point that you can kill people from a few meters or even tens of meters away.

The slight injury did not disrupt Xiaohua's rhythm, and he did an excellent job of catching Butterfly's next few attacks, and began to take the initiative.

Except for the beginning of the face-to-face fight with Xiaohua, Butterfly has always kept in mind Wu Que's reminder before, and does not just face the latter.

She is extremely ethereal, and she is also the best at swimming.

But Xiaohua became more and more accustomed to the speed of butterflies after bearing and dodging.

In the eyes of everyone, the battle between the two of you and me is full of thrilling atmosphere.

Often, as soon as Xiaohua flashed, a ghostly palm appeared as if it cut through the space.

A miss is as good as a mile.

Xiaohua has been well at avoiding the butterflies' ubiquitous attacks, but in just a few minutes of stalemate, the energy consumed is not what ordinary people can imagine.

So the stalemate changed a moment later.

The most taboo thing in battle is to miss the opportunity.

Xiaohua's stamina was indeed a little beyond Butterfly's expectations, so when the latter's physical strength decreased slightly and his speed slowed down a little, his eyes opened suddenly, and his muscles shook.

The butterfly was shocked, and when her body slowed down, she realized that it was not good, and temporarily changed direction, completely disrupting the original predetermined trajectory.

But Xiaohua's fast and ruthless whip leg did not give her the slightest chance to retreat, and blocked all the butterfly's retreat with lightning speed.

At this critical moment, there was obviously no time to prepare the magic handprint for the butterfly before, so she was very hastily prepared to take over this attack.

Butterfly's heart was cold, her eyes were extremely calm, her mind was full of thoughts, and she quietly began to plan a counterattack later.

As soon as a glimmer of golden light rose, the butterfly suddenly caught a drop of sweat on Xiaohua's forehead and slipped down abruptly.

The corners of her mouth pulled up a stunning arc, and she controlled her body to sink suddenly, falling instantly.

Xiaohua had always been calm and had caught the butterfly's fatigue well, but he had not calculated a single accidental variable.

Butterflies dance in the wind, maintaining a high intensity of movement, and theoretically secrete far more sweat than small flowers standing still.

In fact, this is true, but because the butterfly has been moving at a high speed, the sweat secreted during this period has evaporated and dissipated into the air at a faster rate, without affecting her movement in the slightest.

And Xiaohua didn't seem to move much, but in fact, his mind and body were in a high degree of tension, and the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead had already overflowed.

It's okay if he doesn't move, but if he moves suddenly, the static state of sweat beads is instantly broken.

A drop of sweat slid down uncontrollably and fell straight into Xiaohua's eyes.

His eyes couldn't help blinking subconsciously, and the picture in front of him blurred for a moment.

Worst!

The alarm in his heart sprung up.

"Bang!"

A huge force slammed into Xiaohua's chest, and the bones in his body roared dullly, and then the whole person flew up uncontrollably.

"Boom!"

The little flower flew in the air for three seconds, then fell hard.

The sound of a toothache echoing through the clearing, and the sound of a slightly tired woman breathing.

"I won."

The voice that couldn't distinguish the emotions sounded softly, and the whole dim night was shaken.

Wu Que looked at the pair of extremely good-looking and bright eyes.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised.