Although Yuwen Kill is not much smarter than An Luo, at least he is not an idiot.

In the face of this situation, even if he is really an idiot, he can see that he will not escape death today.

Moreover, even if No. 53 is hijacked, the group of Central Plains people on the opposite side can attack at any time regardless of the safety of the hostages.

The performance of these three Central Plains people made Yuwen scared, he never expected that the slender Central Plains people in his impression could easily kill his strong clansmen.

However, just when Yuwen was desperate to kill, the person from the Central Plains, who looked the thinnest and weakest, actually took off the strange secret weapon that he was proud of, and issued a provocation asking for a fight with his bare hands.

Humiliation, insult, shame!

Yuwen's murderous face turned into a red-hot cannonball, and his sturdy body trembled slightly from the over-inflated rage.

"We are the Qiang tribe, but we can be killed but not humiliated."

Yuwen killed and threw Mo'er away.

Her thin body, which was as thin as dry wood, suddenly flew out of a distance of two or three meters and fell on the table, but unfortunately her body was too fragile to even crush the table.

Finding that she was thrown away, Mo'er forgot the pain for a while, and got up from the table, but saw that her savior was slowly walking towards the Qiang clan at this moment.

"Master, be careful." Mo'er shouted with all her might.

She couldn't figure out why this loving person like a father was willing to do this for herself?

Why? Needless to say?

Because I don't like the Karma people, it's as simple as that!

Mingtian motioned for An Luo and Zhaoyu to step back, although the two were still a little worried, but they still did as they said, took two steps back, and vacated the gap.

"Can you kill or not humiliate? Are you kidding me. ”

Ming Tian smiled: "I warned you before you came up to provoke me, but if you don't listen, do you blame me?" I don't really want to pretend to be forced, but what else can I do with your ugly, abstract face, and begging me to beat it? I'm helpless too. ”

"You..."Although he couldn't understand what Ming Tian was saying, Yuwen Kill felt that he was scolding himself, and the scolding was quite poisonous.

For a while, the temper of the Qiang tribe came up!

"You Central Plains inferior race!"

Carrying the war knife, Yuwen Kill didn't have the slightest intention of having a fair duel with Ming Tian, and cut it directly from the head!

That power, every step made the tables and chairs next to it tremble slightly, and the momentum made people have no doubt that this knife was an elephant that could chop off its head with one knife.

But...

Ming Tian yawned boredly, leaned lightly to the side, and dodged the knife like a bomb.

The knife slammed into the ground, blasting a lot of earth and rocks.

Yuwen was stunned, but he didn't expect that he would be dodged with all his strength.

Under normal circumstances, just his own momentum is enough to make the Central Plains people scared.

Looking at Ming Tian again, where is the shelf just now, as if he was standing next to the knife with a nonchalant face, yawning.

And one of Ming Tian's feet, I don't know when he has stepped on the back of the knife.

"What? That's all there is to it? ”

Provocation!

Yuwen's murderous nose hair squirted out!

"Give Me !! Death"

Raise the knife and slash horizontally again.

Ming Tian just dodged as easily as if he was doing a squatting exercise, and the knife split a two-meter-long gap in the window on the spot.

"Ahh Why can't you cut it!! ”

Where did the angry Yuwen Kill encounter this situation? Carrying a knife to slash at Ming Tian, for a while, the inn became a blasting site, and the fragments of tables and chairs flew in the opposite direction of gravity.

After nearly five or six minutes of violent bombardment, Yuwen Kill swung out hundreds of knives, but let alone slashing Ming Tian, he didn't even touch a single hair of Ming Tian.

No matter how strong a person is, his physical strength is limited after all.

The all-out attack of hundreds of knives made Yuwen Kill's breathing begin to be confused, but Ming Tian was lightly behind his back, and he didn't even cut his clothes.

Yuwen Kill couldn't figure it out.

His own strength occupies such a big advantage, but he can't even touch this Central Plains person? It felt as if he wasn't slashing someone, but grabbing a slippery loach.

"Only... As long as I stab you..."

"Hit? Are you talking about cross talk? If so, that's pretty funny. ”

Ming Tian interrupted his anger, his eyes turned sideways slightly, and his relaxed face showed a slight murderous intent: "Still don't understand?" You just can't touch half of my hair all day. ”

"You..."

Without waiting for Yuwen to speak, Ming Tian, who finished speaking, moved.

The thin figure shows the agility it deserves.

Although it was not very fast, it was indeed faster than Yuwen Kill's physical reaction.

Obviously, he can see the movements clearly, but Yuwen Kill's body is too large and cumbersome, causing his body to be unable to keep up.

Ming Tian didn't use too much force, two fingers, just two fingers poked forward, right in the middle of Yuwen's navel.

With a pop, the finger directly sank into the navel, and the blood spurted out directly.

No matter how strong a person is, even if it is Bruce Lee, the navel eye is the door!

Usually ordinary people just dig the navel dirty things can lead to all kinds of problems, not to mention that now Yuwen who was killed by Ming Tian's finger pierced the navel.

There was a tearing cramping pain in the abdomen, and the pain even overshadowed the sharp pain of being kicked by someone.

The knife clattered to the ground, and Yuwen howled in pain.

"Ahhhh For... Why... You..."

Ming Tian unhurriedly pulled out his fingers and shook off the blood stains: "Your strength is very great, but you forgot one thing, this is not the advantage of tens of millions of people fighting to give you the advantage of strength, this is a one-on-one fight... No matter how strong you are, can't you hit a hairy one? Moreover, the stupidest thing you can do is use a knife. ”

Yuwen Kill clutched his stomach, and the severe pain made this strong man unable to bear to kneel down.

How painful is it to have a pierced belly button? His body was forced into a state of shock.

He couldn't understand why he couldn't beat such a weak opponent.

The gap is so big, it's a completely crushing gap.

"Knife ......" Yuwen Kill couldn't understand Mingtian's words.

Ming Tian smiled slightly and explained, "You have been fighting on horses for a long time, and your leg skills are weak, so I'm sure you won't use your legs." Using a knife means that I will have a greater distance from you, and a knife certainly has a fatal advantage, but it also means that you can't use the advantage of punches, I just need to watch out for your knife and keep your distance, if you don't use a knife, I may not be able to beat you. ”

It is true that there is an advantage in using a knife, especially this kind of sword, but the Qiang people are strong in their physical strength, they have experienced a hundred battles, if they are in a war, they may be able to use one as ten, but in the case of fighting alone...

How could a Qiang tribe without systematic training win Mingtian?

At this second, Yuwen Kill finally no longer dared to underestimate the thin Central Plains man in front of him, he never expected that he would be crushed so easily when his physical strength and weapons were superior.

Picking up Yuwen's knife, Ming Tian hung the knife around his neck.

The fear of death came through the cold blades, and the stench of blood on the knives was disgusting.

Ming Tian glanced at the blood spots on the knife, and then at Mo'er on the table, his face turned slightly cold.

"Tell me, how many two-legged sheep have you killed with this knife?"

At this second, Yuwen Kill, who has always been a murderer, finally realized the fear of being killed.

He was afraid.

"Wait...... Wait, I'm ......"

"I'm sorry, I'm not waiting!"

Six words became the last voice Yuwen Kill heard in this life.

Ming Tian's knife retracted and stabbed it into his mouth that had eaten countless people on the spot, piercing through the back of his head.

Watching Yuwen kill's stunned corpse fall to the ground, Ming Tian spat indifferently.

"The last person who provoked me like this was made into a human urn by me. You should be glad that you died so happily. ”

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