Chapter 1002, She's Mine!

Whoosh -

Xiao Li Tanhua lived up to his name, and he didn't see any movement, and a flying knife had already flown towards Huang Qianzhong silently.

It was the first time he had used a throwing knife in training with his teammates, because when he used it, it meant that he wanted to kill someone.

Everyone knows that he can kill people with leaves, pine needles can kill people, and he can kill people with stones or coins, but everyone also knows that he is the most powerful with throwing knives.

Xiao Li Flying Knife, if there is no flying knife, is it still called Xiao Li Flying Knife?

And Li can be said to be half of his apprentice, and her one-handed throwing knife stunt is also under Xiao Li Tanhua. As for the other masters, they are the Dragon King and the other dragons. Because of the constraints of age and mood, her current flying knife skills have not yet reached the peak state of Xiao Li Tanhua.

The knife moves first, and the person strikes later.

The throwing knives came out, and the man then burst forward.

Quiet as a dead rabbit, moving like a dragon. Xiao Li Tanhua's running body was like wind and lightning, as if it had left afterimages in place.

Boom -

One punch.

A punch that was ready to be launched slammed into Huang Qianzhong's chest.

What outsiders don't know is that Xiao Li Tanhua's fist and foot kung fu is also out of style. It's just that the throwing knives are too sharp, and the general ranged attack has already killed the opponent. So most of the time he doesn't have to fight in close proximity to fist-to-fist and foot-to-foot.

If it weren't for the fact that the overall situation was not as good as the military advisor, he would be an impeccable candidate for the captain of the dragon's breath. Of course, he is also the vice-captain of Dragon's Breath now. When the military advisor is away, he is in charge of the dragon's breath.

Huang Qianzhong sensed the crisis.

Whether it was the flying knife in front or the 'last-come-first-come' in the back, Xiao Li Tanhua, who almost caught up with the flying knife, made him feel a sense of oppression.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance, and where there is danger, the infinite potential of the body can be stimulated.

"Roar—"

Huang Qianzhong roared vigorously, and the white sè loose training clothes on his body suddenly became windless. When the ball of clothing rose bigger and bigger and reached a critical point, the fiber finally couldn't withstand such a vigorous tear.

Smack-

The ball burst, and a few pieces of fabric flew in the air, fluttering but refusing to come down.

It was only at this time that everyone knew that Huang Qianzhong actually hid such a profound strength.

The move that broke the clothes just now was obviously the inner strength and bright hair, a realm that only some internal kung fu masters could achieve.

"Inside? Huang Qianzhong actually trained his internal strength? ”

At the age of less than 30, he has developed internal strength, which can be called a 'genius' at any time. Some masters who have opened their minds late have only come out of their strengths at the age of forty or fifty.

Worried that Xiao Li Tanhua would suffer, the gunpowder put away the gun in his hand, and then the person rushed over after him.

Two against one. Plus an outer knife.

Huang Qianzhong did not dodge or dodge, and stretched out his right hand like lightning - he actually reached out to catch the flying knife. It's like someone throws a candy and he intercepts it from the air.

However, everyone knows that it is not candy, it is a throwing knife.

It's close.

The tips of his fingers touched the throwing knife.

Fingerprints rubbed against the blade, and he could feel the sharpness and body temperature of the knife.

It's hot. That's when the flight speed is too fast and the air rubs against it and it heats up naturally.

Just as the tail of the throwing knife was about to detach from his fingers, his fingers suddenly twitched slightly.

180 degrees of reverse rotation!

With a flick of Huang Qianzhong's fingers, the flying knife turned around and flew towards Xiao Li Tanhua, who was chasing after him.

After the reversal of the flying knife, Huang Qianzhong did not avoid the battle but took the initiative to face it.

Now it was him who followed closely behind the butt of the flying knife, turned his fist into a palm, and slapped a sharp hand knife at Xiao Li Tanhua's outstretched wrist.

Change is only in a moment.

As soon as Xiao Li Tanhua's hand stretched out, the 'mutiny' flying knife was put away by him. In terms of kung fu of playing with knives, he is the ancestor of these people.

Another punch slammed into Huang Qianzhong's ribs, which was the most difficult position for the human body to defend against.

Because a person's fist is the most powerful when it is stretched forward and down, but it is much more difficult to block a punch that burns the strength of someone else's body.

Huang Qianzhong did not block positively, but cut obliquely.

He first let Xiao Li Tanhua's fist enter the portal of his defense, and then slashed at his wrist with a hand knife.

As long as he cut off Xiao Li Tanhua's wrist, even if his fist smashed on himself, it would not have any lethality.

It is also a process of weighing the pros and cons, and they will never do a bargain that is not a good deal.

Xiao Li Tanhua knew about Huang Qianzhong's intentions, where was he willing to let him get his wish?

His entire body threw himself into Huang Qianzhong's arms, his right leg jerked up, and his knee slammed into Huang Qianzhong's cross.

If it is sunk with one blow, there will be no little Emperor Qianzhong.

Bang -

Huang Qianzhong's knee also pushed through.

Knee to knee, bone to bone - fuck, what is he touching?

Xiao Li Tanhua took a few steps back, and finally stabilized his body. When he looked down, he saw that there were already blood stains on his calf knees.

And Huang Qianzhong took two steps back and then stood still, greeting the 'Tiger Fist' of gunpowder.

"Jiān people." Xiao Li Tanhua scolded angrily. He didn't expect Huang Qianzhong yīn to be so sinister and so spicy that he would tie iron ropes to his knees.

The wire is a defensive weapon that the average Special Forces member wears to their knees when they go on missions.

Because the knee is one of the most lethal organs in the human body, it is inevitable to use it when fighting people.

If you use it, others will use it. It's inevitable that your knees will bump into your knees.

It doesn't matter if you touch it, but what about ten touches? What about twenty strokes? Can you still afford it?

Nowadays, people are getting smarter and more vigilant. Some people will tie iron nails or sharp iron cables to their knees, so that when the knee touches the knee, they will not be injured and can give the other party the maximum damage.

It's understandable to tie it up when he goes into battle to kill the enemy, but Huang Qianzhong also ties it when he trains internally-what does he want to do?

It can be seen from this that what kind of perversion has this person's jǐng caution reached?

"Captain. Are you okay? The monk ran over to help Xiao Li Tanhua, and the hatred in his eyes gushed out.

"Captain, do you want it?"

"Captain-, we fought with him-"

The rats and monkeys also pounced, and when they saw Xiao Li Tanhua's leg injury, they had an urge to fight with people.

"I'm fine." Xiao Li Tanhua said. Nothing was fake, he knew that two holes in his knees were inevitable.

Who would have thought that he would still tie iron ropes in his own place?

Seeing that Huang Qianzhong was fighting alone with gunpowder and leaving, Xiao Li Tanhua said, "Go and help them." ”

The rat and gunpowder glanced at each other, and then pounced on Huang Qianzhong left and right.

One of them is like a 'rat', attacking the lower plate of the emperor from the left. He even pulled out his knife, and stabbed it into Huang Qianzhong's leg—didn't you use an iron cable? I'm going to have to pierce your ropes.

The other one looks like a 'monkey' and attacks the upper plate of the emperor from the right. The gunpowder fist is the most violent, and it is facing off against Huang Qianzhong. Li's skills are flexible and the most knowledgeable, she is a zìyóu person - she will make up for it wherever she is needed.

Dragon's Breath is all good hands, and everyone's attacks are quite unique. Even if Huang Qianzhong is a genius, he can't fight four team members alone with the power of one person.

He was forced to retreat by the four of them, and his attacks were not in order, and his arms and chest had been hit in succession.

The two brothers, the mouse and the monkey, had a clear idea, and when they found a gap, they rushed to the left and the right.

They each hugged one of Huang Qianzhong's arms, and refused to let go of his fists and kicks.

Gunpowder jumped up and kicked Emperor Chiju in the chest.

Huang Qianzhong's body staggered backwards, along with the rat and monkey that were holding his two arms.

Bang -

Huang Qianzhong's body slammed into the wall, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The monkey and the mouse seized the opportunity, and smashed their fists into Huang Qianzhong's chest and stomach as if they didn't want money.

Bang bang bang -

Bang Bang Bang -

Bang -

Whoosh -

There was an extra knife in Li's hand, and when the little hand was raised, the knife seemed to grow

Eyes flew towards Huang Qianzhong's chest.

Huang Qian was seriously injured, but the rat and the monkey were still holding his arm and pinning him against the wall.

Even if he knew the danger, he couldn't avoid it.

They want to kill!

They want to kill themselves!

Huang Qian was shocked.

This time, he really felt the fear.

"It's over." He closed his eyes. The grand plan of bullshit, the glorious lintel of bullshit -- the dead man can't do anything, and can only become the talk of others after tea and dinner for a period of time.

At the last moment of his life, he thought of his mother Luo Xin, and also thought of Qin Luo, who looked at him with a sneer.

"Now, she's mine." He said.

"Nope." Huang Qianzhong's roar resounded through the clouds.