The scrivener secretly wondered, is the other party so unbeaten? One punch and it's over? The magistrate did not say what the penalty would be for beating someone to death. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He didn't think much of it, turned around and continued walking. As soon as he took two steps, a cloud of mud erupted beside him, and a loach-like body jumped high, and pounced with its arms outstretched.

This time the scrivener was really careless, I didn't expect the other party to hold in the mire for so long, it was really like a loach. He hurriedly strode to the side, but he didn't dodge after all. The opponent's arms are open, and the attack surface is large.

The blonde man's arm pressed hard against the shoulder of the scrivener, and he pressed the scrivener down with the inertia of his body falling. The scrivener is not good, and being thrown into the mire by the opponent is not a joke, he doesn't have such good breath-holding skills. The old generation straightened his feet and tried to hold on. Unfortunately, the swamp was too slippery, and the soles of the feet couldn't be used at all.

Poof, two people fell into the swamp.

The scrivener quickly closed his eyes to prevent the mud from getting into his eyes. The blonde man wrapped himself around the scrivener like a drowned ghost, his neck and limbs were rigidly bound. The old generation struggled desperately, and just pulled out an arm, but was stuck again. Pulled out again, it was stuck again, and it was never able to get out of the swamp.

The symptoms of hypoxia began to appear, and although the scrivener took a sharp breath before falling into the mire, it was not enough. His chest was tight, and his organs were protesting because of the lack of oxygen. He had to exhale a breath to relieve the symptoms of suffocation. It didn't work like this, he had to change his tactics, use force on his legs, and roll violently with his upper body, finally pressing the opponent under him. But it still didn't work, the other party hugged the limbs of the scrivener and didn't give him a chance to get up.

The scrivener secretly regretted that he was too careless and underestimated the enemy. Those who can come here are the elites of the army, which one is a soft persimmon? I took it for granted, I didn't take the other party seriously, and I suffered a big loss! After this battle, whether you can live or not, the heel is settled.

The scrivener tried to fight back, but stuck the other party's neck, but it was useless. The other party doesn't seem to need to breathe, let you pinch it casually, just hold the scrivener box and don't let go.

The symptoms of hypoxia are becoming more pronounced, the brain is buzzing, and every organ is protesting the most violently. The scrivener exhaled its last breath to relieve the symptoms of hypoxia. However, this did not last long. Once the human body is deprived of oxygen, brain cells will kill each other to compete for limited living space, resulting in the death of a large number of brain cells. At this time, even if the oxygen supply is restored, the brain cells cannot be revived, which is the root cause of brain death in asphyxiated people. Brain death can only be prevented in a limited number of minutes after hypoxia, not even a little longer.

The scrivener is experiencing the test of lack of oxygen at this time, almost to the limit. The brain is buzzing, the head is splitting, and the brain cells are protesting violently......

Suddenly, the brain flashed, and the scrivener remembered one thing, the kung fu of yoga has not been performed yet, how can I forget it. He scolded himself for being a waste. The body shrank suddenly, and the limbs and neck deformed and deformed again with incredible amplitude. The whole person instantly shrunk into a ball of meat.

The blonde man was secretly happy, and in less than half a minute he was done, suffocating this trouble-provoking Chinese alive. He has a unique talent for holding his breath, fighting in the swamp is like a fish in water for him, suffocating the library box is the bottom line, and he wants to make it impossible for others to even find the body.

Suddenly, the blonde man sensed that something was wrong, and the Chinese who had been bound by himself just now suddenly disappeared, not to be exact, but became smaller and rounder at an incredible speed. He tried to hold on to the scrivener, but he couldn't, and the other party shrank into a round ball, round and smooth.

The scrivener took the opportunity to break away from the blonde man's control, and his body stretched violently, and he got out of the mire. At that moment, I felt my body relax all of a sudden, my chest rose and fell violently, and I breathed the air greedily. He was afraid that his opponent would make another trick, so he strode away two meters away.

The blonde man saw that the plan had failed, and the boiled duck flew away. Annoyed, unwilling, angry, but useless. I had to get out of the mire too.

However, the scrivener didn't plan to let him go, can't you hold your breath, then keep holding it! Seeing the other party poking his head out, Lao Dai leaned over and punched the other party in the head. Knock the other party into the mire.

Soon, the blonde man poked his head out from another direction. The scrivener used to punch the other party back. The blonde man had to sneak out of the way and poke his head out. However, another punch awaited him, and this punch hit the door of the head, several times stronger than the first two punches.

Boom, a muffled sound. The blonde man slammed into the mud. This time, it took a long time to get up, and as soon as I showed my head, the fist of the scrivener arrived again. The blonde man fell into the mud again. Lao Dai was determined to eat the other party this time, and knocked the other party down again and again.

In the end, the blonde man finally couldn't hold on, his body was planted in the mire and couldn't get up again, and a string of bubbles came out.

"Stop, don't kill anyone!" The magistrate shouted on the shore. Soon soldiers came and fished out the blonde man, and several of them carried them ashore with their straps.

The scrivener watched coldly and finally breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, we have also learned a lesson, and we must not underestimate the enemy in the future. Again, those who can come here are elites, everyone has a trick, and whoever underestimates the enemy will suffer.

The scrivener took a step forward, and by this time most of the people had already waded out of the swamp, and only a few remained inside. The fast ones have reached the second level: Stone Mountain. The old generation couldn't help but speed up the pace, and he was a little dumbfounded when he really walked, the route taken by the people in front of him had long since disappeared, and he would have to re-explore if he walked by himself. This will undoubtedly take quite a bit of time.

The scrivener was anxious, but the speed was never fast, and the swamp was completely a real environment that imitated it, with different shades, and some places could not be above people's heads. Once you step inside, the consequences are unimaginable. I had to carefully explore the way with a bamboo pole.

"Take one step to the left, go straight for five meters, then two meters to the right, go straight for three meters......" someone on the shore shouted.

The scrivener couldn't help but look up, it was Li Keji, the king of Tota. Li Keji had already gone ashore, and when he saw that the scrivener box was still stranded in the center of the swamp, he showed him the way.

The scrivener clenched his fist at Li Keji to express his gratitude. Follow the other party's guidance in stride. Sure enough, the road was smooth, and it was several times faster than exploring the road by himself. Soon to the other side of the swamp.

There were puddles of water on the shore, and the scrivener squatted down to roughly wash his face, eyes and ears. Wrestling desperately with the blonde man in the mud, every pore of his body is covered in mud. I can barely open my eyes.

"Brother Li, thank you." Scrivener to express gratitude.

Li Keji waved his hand and signaled not to say anything more and hurry up.