Speaking of sumo, Jiao Ting is not Jiao Ting's opponent, although he has more strength, but Jiao Ting's three generations are sumo wrestling, naturally he has his own means, but if he is on the blade, Jiao Ting will be slightly inferior. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Straight, die." While speaking, the Pu knife in Jiao Jiaoyan's hand slashed at Jiao Ting's shoulder from top to bottom, if he was hit by this knife, Jiao Ting's immortality would be seriously injured.

Jiao Ting held the iron rod high, knowing that if he didn't work hard, he was afraid that he would have to explain here today, so he made an iron cable across the river in his hand, blocked the knife of the hanging horn eye, kicked out quickly with his right foot, and kicked it into the lower abdomen of the hanging horn eye.

Hanging Horn Eye sneered, shrank his body, didn't dodge, directly picked up the second knife, and then slashed at Jiao Ting's head, Jiao Ting turned sideways, dodged the slashing knife, and the iron rod slashed horizontally, smashing into Jiao Ting's neck. The two of them moved extremely fast, and the people around them only saw the sparks, and the two of them had jumped backwards at the same time.

Holding the Pu knife in his hand, he snorted with hanging horns: "It turns out that there are two hits." ”

Before the words fell, his body suddenly stepped forward, and the knife in his hand went straight to Jiao Ting's lower abdomen, seeing his fierceness, Jiao Ting hurriedly took a few steps back, wanting to avoid this fierce move, but where could he be told to dodge by hanging horns.

Stepping on his feet, followed by rushing over, Jiao Ting saw that there was no way to avoid it, and used a way of fighting with injuries for life, the iron rod in his hand, regardless of the front smash down, if the hanging horn eye wanted to kill him, the Jiao Ting iron rod must also be smashed on his head, this time Jiao Ting may not die, and the hanging horn eye will definitely not survive.

"Straight to your mother!" Although he knew that Jiao Ting was hard, he didn't expect him to be so desperate, his body flashed flexibly, he scolded in his mouth, his right foot stopped stiffly, and at the same time his body twisted, just avoiding Jiao Ting's iron rod.

He waited for Jiao Ting's move to get old, laughed fiercely, pounced, and slashed at Jiao Ting's neck, "See how long you can block it." ”

Jiao Ting's move was old, and the Pu knife of the hanging horn eye was wiped again, and he didn't have time to resist, so he could only slide down his body and sweep the stick towards the lower plate of the hanging horn eye.

If the hanging horn eye blade continues to go down, he will definitely make a hole in Jiao Ting's body, but his calves may also be smashed, "Straight your mother." "Hanging Horn Eye, who didn't want to exchange his injuries for his life, could only retreat.

Jiao Ting saw that he had snatched half a move to gain the upper hand, where did he dare to ask the other party to continue to make moves, pounced on himself, picked up the iron rod and smashed it randomly, the hanging horn eye was Jiao Ting's desperate blow to seize the opportunity, and his heart was angry, and when he saw Jiao Ting's iron rod coming, he spit out a portal, waved the knife against Jiao Ting's iron rod, and only heard a sound properly, Jiao Ting couldn't stand the force, and took a step back.

A trace of coldness flashed on the face of the hanging horn eye, and took this opportunity to get close to Jiao Ting's body, and the iron knee hit Jiao Ting's thigh, and at the same time held Jiao Ting's stick with his left hand, Jiao Ting saw that his hand was held, so he simply threw the iron rod, buckled the left hand of the hanging horn eye, and forcibly accepted him with an iron knee. Jiao Ting gritted his teeth, used his kung fu to press the bottom of the box, his shoulders sank, and after a muffled sound, he covered his chest and stepped back.

And Jiao Ting was not comfortable, not only was his thigh injured, but his body was also slashed, and the blood flowed, "Straight mother, this guy has a good knife technique, I knew that I would use sumo to restrain him, and now I'm in trouble." ”

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, without waiting for Jiao Ting to stand firm, the hanging horn eye pounced on him with a knife, and at this time Jiao Ting had no blade in his hand, and his body was injured again, so he could only endure the pain and rush in.

After the blade, he can only fight hand-to-hand, hoping to use his sumo wrestling to block the hanging horn eye, but unfortunately, the hanging horn eye is best at knife soldiers, where will Jiao Ting be close to the opportunity, a simple knife in hand, the dance is impermeable, forcing Jiao Ting to be in a hurry, several times in danger, since the two of them fought with the blade, Jiao Ting has retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, and after a few moves, Jiao Ting couldn't guard against it, and was stabbed again, fortunately, it was not the key point, Jiao Ting stumbled a few steps, bleeding all over, but still stood still.

Hanging Jiaoyan secretly praised in his heart, he followed Dong Ping's side, he hadn't fought so happily for a long time, he thought that only Dong Ping could fight with him in the entire Dongping Mansion, and now in his list, there is one more Jiao Ting, this person not only has a good sumo wrestling, but also has a very hard temperament, even though there is blood flowing on his body, but he has never heard Jiao Ting scream.

"Man, you are indeed powerful, but if you only have this ability, you are afraid that you will end up here today."

Jiao Ting pursed his mouth, panting, and didn't pay attention to what Jiaoyan said, but was full of calculations, how to tear off a piece of meat from this guy, as for whether to live or die, he didn't have time to pay attention to it, how could Brother Simon entrust him with the gambling house, how could he lose it at will.

"Straight to your mother, come back with a kind." Holding up a breath, Jiao Ting's face was bruised, his painful expression flashed, and he set up a portal to continue fighting.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, I'll cut your throat the next time."

"Pickled Cai, I'll fight you." At this moment, there was a loud shout behind Hanging Horn Eye, and before he could turn back, several of his subordinates had already fallen over.

Jiao Ting's face was overjoyed, "Brother Wu Song, why are you here." "Although Wu Song is young, his kung fu is not simple, not only has the strength of a thousand catties, but also proficient in fighting, several top generals under the command of Ximen Qing, he has learned the ability, after more than half a year of training, Jiao Ting and him usually fight, always feel that this kid is not going all out.

"Brother Ximen knew that something was going on here, so he asked me to help, Brother Du, Brother Bian, they will come immediately, Brother Jiao Ting, you take a rest first, see me help you take revenge, he hurt you a few times, I will get it back for you."

"Boy, don't be too full of words, Lao Tzu hurt one today, so I don't care about hurting the second one."

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do this, Lao Tzu doesn't use a knife, just a pair of iron fists, and he will stone you to death." As soon as Wu Song's voice fell, his feet slammed into force and pounced. "It's not a small tone!" The hanging horn eye faced Wu Song and slashed it with a knife.

It's too late, it's fast, Wu Song dodged the cut Pu Dao, got closer, first put the two fists to hang the corner eye on the face of the phantom shadow, forced a few steps, saw that when he recycled the Pu knife, turned around and left, where was the hanging horn eye willing to put it, rushed up, the Pu knife went forward, and slammed into Wu Song's back.

Wu Song was waiting for this time, his body was short, he dragged his feet and kicked back, this kick came very quickly, and very suddenly, the hanging horn eye couldn't dodge, and was kicked in the lower abdomen, Wu Song saw that he had a successful move, his body turned around, and he kicked the chest of the hanging horn eye.

As soon as he was kicked, the pain of tearing his lower abdomen with the intuition, and the sudden panting of the future, Wu Song flew in again, he only had time to raise his hand to protect his chest, and the sharp pain on his back arm made him tilt his body and retreat, and the Pu knife that he was originally holding in his hand also fell to the ground.

The trick he played was Wu Song's mastery, and he was famous for being a jade ring step and a mandarin duck foot. Usually when they make a few moves with Du Yan and Bian Xiang, the two of them have to be on guard, and now where can they resist it.

The chaser went up, pressed his shoulder, and kicked him in the forehead, and the instinct of the hanging horn eye was as if he had been hit by a hammer, his brain was dizzy, his body was sore, and he fell to the ground, and he thought in his heart where did this man come from, how could he be so powerful.

Seeing that he was kicked again, Wu Song didn't say much to him, and when he saw him fall to the ground, he stepped on his chest with his left foot, lifted the fist the size of a vinegar bowl, and hit the face of the hanging horn eye.

"Straight lady thief, what kind of dog are you, you dare to hurt my brother Jiao Ting, and you dare to come to my brother Ximen's shop to make trouble, let you taste grandpa's fist today, and see if you can beat you to death with three or five punches."