Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Last Battle
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"Okay, you Song Anping, it turns out that you are hiding here! The murderous Lao Tzu has been looking for you all night," the man known as the eldest brother in the group of big men who chased after him, waved a big knife and pointed at Song Anping, and shouted: "No matter how you struggle, you will inevitably die, so you should accept the reality happily." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info”
Song Anping looked around, helped Wang Qi get up from the ground, stared at Wang Qi for a while, turned his face, and said to the man in a qualified tone: "What you want is me, this matter has nothing to do with my brother, I am willing to give the head, but you can't be embarrassed for my brother." ”
"Haha..."The big man listened to Song Anping's words, as if he had heard the funniest joke in his life, laughed wildly, and said, "Song Anping, don't you understand this situation? I heard you're not stupid! Look at this situation, are you qualified to negotiate terms with me? ”
"The situation is in your favor, but do you really want to break the net with us? If you force us to be anxious, the two of us will fight to the death, and we will have to pull a few cushions," Song Anping's gaze became sharp, he swept over the side and everyone finally stared at the big brother and said: "Your purpose is nothing more than to take my head to receive a reward, but my brother is worthless, can you really bear to take your brother's life for a worthless head?" ”
After listening to Song Anping's words, those big men exchanged glances with each other, and had a hint of retreat, they had seen Wang Qi's skills, so they didn't want to fight a strong enemy for a worthless head. Thinking like this, their eyes fell on their eldest brother, hoping that the eldest brother would agree to Song Anping's conditions.
"I won't go, I won't leave you alone to steal life, we have to walk together, die together, and live and die together with the promise we made that day," Wang Qi was a little anxious when he saw this, he rushed to Song Anping's side, and said in a firm tone: "Brother Song doesn't need to talk nonsense with such birdmen, if this is really our last battle, then let's have a good time!" Let the blood flow more violently. ”
"Hmph, I don't know what is dead or alive, I didn't want you to leave alive," the eldest brother pointed at Wang Qi with the big knife in his hand, and said indignantly: "You killed my second brother, I will throw away your chest and dig out your heart to pay tribute to my brother's spirit in heaven." ”
"As far as you are still in the heavens, you might as well go to hell to find your brother," Wang Qi said loudly, stabbing the eldest brother in the throat with a sword.
The big brother swung his big knife, opened Wang Qi's sword and quickly picked up his left fist, hitting Wang Qi's face.
Wang Qi raised his right foot, blocked the punch that hit him, and gently jumped back with the power of the fist to ease the momentum of the fist.
"What are you doing? Don't slaughter them for me," the big brother shouted, brandishing a big knife and rushing towards Wang Qi, while the group behind him also shouted, rushing towards Song Anping, who seemed weaker.
Song Nahua listened to Wang Qi's words, and his blood was boiling, and he temporarily forgot the pain on his body, and his chest was full of trembling desire, and his figure dodged the big knife that came at the moment, and knocked the man to the ground with one punch, and snatched the knife in the man's hand
Quickly turned around and cut down the second person, and those who were under the momentum did not dare to attack rashly, taking advantage of the battlefield advantage.
Looking at the battle between Wang Qi and the big brother, although the big brother is powerful and fierce, Wang Qi is agile, and he can skillfully win the attack of the big brother every time, and he also gives him two blows back from time to time.
The sun slowly rose from the east, dispelling the darkness and coldness of the previous night with its light and warmth, and as the sun rose, the originally quiet hillside began to be lively, and flocks of birds flew up to the sky happily, singing about the arrival of a new day, but under their beautiful songs, there was a life-and-death struggle.
As the battle continued, Wang Qi began to be a little physically exhausted, he was panting, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking through his clothes, and the speed of movement in his body slowed down significantly, and his opponent's attacks became more and more courageous, attacking one more powerful than the other, pressing step by step, vowing to cut Wang Qi to pieces.
At this time, Song Anping also slowly lost his advantages and became more and more passive, and the pain and exhaustion on his body emerged together, slowly extinguishing the boiling blood.
Just as Song Anping's reaction became sluggish, someone slashed Song Anping's back, and the blood that flowed from his wound stained his back red. Song Anping quickly turned around because of the stinging pain, and kicked the man out with one kick, and at this time he saw Wang Qi being kicked by the big brother, and was lifted a few steps away, half lying on the ground and spitting blood, just when Song Anping was distracted, there was another big hole in his left arm.
"Brother Wang Qi," Song Anping yelled, using all his strength, cut down one person in front of him, rushed out of the encirclement from this gap, and slashed him in the back before the big brother had time to cut off Wang Qi's head.
The eldest brother's back was injured, his face became even more hideous, he quickly turned around, knocked the knife in Song Anping's hand with his big knife, and picked up the big knife and slashed at Song Anping's head full of anger.
Song Anping used all his last strength, seeing that the big knife was about to fall, he no longer had the strength to dodge, he tried his best to move slightly, and the big knife slashed at his shoulder.
At this time, Song Anping remembered Ke Rong's spirit of not giving up when he was in the martial arts competition, grabbed the big knife on his shoulder with both hands, and shouted at Wang Qi: "Brother Wang Qi, hurry up." ”
"Suffer death," the big brother roared, kicked Song Anping in the chest, kicked Song Anping to the ground, picked up the big knife and slashed at Song Anping's neck.
"Brother Song," Wang Qi exclaimed, jumped up from the ground, and threw the big brother to the ground before the big knife fell, roaring like crazy, and his fists beckoned his head like raindrops.
The eldest brother kicked Wang Qi away, stood up again, and slowly approached Wang Qi, and said with a scolding in his mouth: "Dying and struggling things, hurry up and die." ”
"His grandmother's, you dogs, all of you will die," and with a deafening sound, the birds in the forest scattered in terror, and the trees swayed back and forth, like a flock of frightened wild boars rushing towards them, and the people who watched were shocked.
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