Matsumoto's punches are getting faster and faster, and you can still see it at the beginning. But now even his whole body has become a whirlwind! Gray whirlwind! Melt into the night, making the nightjar look like it was floating in a hazy mist.

Compared to Matsumoto's fast punches, Nighthawk's fist speed is getting slower and slower, like a small boat tumbling in the rough sea, falling and falling, and there is a danger of sinking at any time, which can't help but make everyone sweat.

Old Monday stopped the monkeys and mines that were about to come forward. Turning to them, the two turned their heads to look. At some point, the ghost hand was already close to the outside of the battle group, and the knife in his hand was clearly facing them.

Ghost Hand smiled coldly at this side, then shook his head. The meaning couldn't be clearer, that is, if the mine and the monkey wanted to move, then the knife in his hand could not be blamed.

"Get out of the way! Are you looking for death? The bull angrily shouted at the black tank, who looked a head taller than him. Nighthawk's condition is too dangerous. This big man, who didn't know how much spoiled protein powder he had eaten to make himself black, actually stopped himself, which couldn't help but make Da Niu very angry.

Tank smiled, it was not easy to spot him in the night. But the white teeth behind his red, shiny lips that could be used for toothpaste advertisements made him look very strange.

"If you want to fight, fight me! Don't think about ruining other people's good deeds! It's not easy for you to die! Grandpa's fists are just for you who don't open your eyes! "The tank looked at the bull with great defiant contempt. Da Niu couldn't help but be angry.

"Look for death!" Suddenly, a punch slammed into the tank's big face that was about to be like a basin. The tank smiled, and suddenly, the big cow only felt a flower in front of him. The, who seemed to be no more agile than a pig, was as fast as a dog and bent down.

The tank roared, clenched his fist, and slammed it into the waist and abdomen of the big bull. The bull felt like he had been struck by a giant hammer. It took five steps backwards to gain a foothold, and his throat was so sweet that he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

Holding back the pain, the black bear tilted his neck and swallowed back a mouthful of blood from his mouth. Staring fiercely at the smug tank, he suddenly burst out laughing.

The tank was stunned. I wonder if this guy is insane? If you eat a punch as hard as yourself, even the cow should fall. Not only did he not fall, but he was still laughing! Could it be that I didn't have enough to eat, and the punch just now was not strong enough? I couldn't help but look at my fist suspiciously, but I didn't find anything wrong, the fist was still as big as a sandbag.

Da Niu suddenly became unusually calm, and he knew that he might be facing the most formidable opponent in his life. This is quite terrifying in dexterity and strength, not much worse than himself. It seems that he is also a practicing family. The big cow put away his contempt! Calm as an iron tower, quietly ignoring the big black pillar in front of him.

"What? Boy, don't you think you've been beaten enough? Do you want... FUCK。 The tank suddenly roared angrily, and while he was distracted, the bull flew towards him at high speed at a speed of four hundred yards per hour as if he had a rocket mounted behind him.

A fist not much smaller than a hammer slammed into the arm of the tank in front of the face. A scorching pain quickly spread throughout his body, and his forearm burned as if it had been roasted by fire.

"Holy! You kid dare to steal... Yes! As soon as he spoke, before he could finish speaking, the screams of the tank followed. Da Niu's uppercut had already smashed hard into his chin, almost knocking out the tongue of the tank that was speaking.

Spitting blood in his mouth, the tank flew and drew a graceful arc in the air, and Peng Dong landed.

Da Niu smiled and said happily: "Call you arrogant!" Show me again! ”

Before he could laugh a few more words, the tank lying on the ground dizzy and unable to get up. There was a sudden earth-shattering scream in the arena.

Da Niu hurriedly turned his head to look, but was pleasantly surprised to find it. The shadow of the fist in the sky dispersed, and Nighthawk resumed his original starting gesture again, standing in place with a slight gasp. Matsumoto, who had turned into a tornado, was half-crouching on the ground not far away, with a trace of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he looked at Nighthawk with desperate eyes.

It was Matsumoto who screamed just now. After he had exhausted his strength and used up his housekeeping skills, he was slammed into the chest by Nighthawk's impartial and dignified punch.

The moves are old, and the strength is exhausted. Matsumoto had no room to fight back, and there was only one way to stop. It came vigorously, like a thousand fierce beasts pounced on him at the same time. Nighthawk's stamina is endless. Finally, Matsumoto, who couldn't support it, was vigorously knocked away, and his bones were crackling, and he didn't have half the strength to squat on the ground.

The enemy was in front of him, but he couldn't take revenge, and Matsumoto couldn't help but burst into tears. The pain was sharp, tugging at his wound, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Matsumoto couldn't hold it anymore, and sat on the ground with a puff, staring blankly at Nighthawk, not knowing what to think.

Fighting for life and death, Nighthawk sympathized with the young man in front of him who avenged his father. And his kung fu is really good. If you hadn't learned the boxing techniques of the Japanese shooting clan, it would be really difficult to say who would win and who would lose in today's battle.

But Nighthawk never left the slightest sympathy. He didn't want to leave an endless curse behind his momentary kindness. Now he and Lao Zhou are fugitives from the world, as long as one is not careful, it will be a catastrophe.

"Do you want to fight?" Nighthawk asked Matsumoto, who was sitting in a daze with tears on his face.

Matsumoto was already desperate. I didn't expect that the famous stunt that I had practiced for many years didn't hurt the guy in front of me who was so powerful that he didn't look like a normal human. The distance between them is too great, and it is not a grade at all.

"Hit! Of course you have to fight! Matsumoto was stunned and turned his head away in surprise. He didn't expect that in the case of such a fiasco of his own. The ghost hand stood up without hesitation. He held the two knives in both hands, his eyes looked at Nighthawk without blinking, and the murderous aura emitted from his body became stronger and stronger. So much so that Matsumoto, who was far away, couldn't help but shudder.

Nighthawk frowned, this pale-faced man was not something to be messed with. Especially the two knives in his hand, which can be used as daggers and flying knives, this kind of multi-functional play, Nighthawk is really a little unbearable.

"Are you going to go too?" Nighthawk proudly faced the ghost hand, and at the same time, slowly pulled out the peerless sword from his waist. The blade is gentle, and the warm light flows through the body, making Nighthawk look uncertain.

Ghost Hand didn't talk nonsense, and walked quickly towards Nighthawk with a knife. Only the footsteps were moving, and there was no movement all over the body, like a ghost floating from afar.

Nighthawk didn't dare to be careless, raised his knife, and quietly waited for the arrival of the ghost hand.

The ghost is hands! Although the movement of ghosts is very easy to use in crowded places, it is as fast as ghosts. But it's not much worse when you're alone. The Oni Hand Buddha became a copy of Matsumoto, and it also became a whirlwind, and began to fly around the Nighthawk. It's just that the difference between him and Matsumoto is that one uses a fist and the other a knife. One is to hit closely, and the other is just to dip it and leave.

The ghost hand is a killer, and he is very familiar with the art of killing people, and he is also very smart. He's looking for a flaw in Nighthawk, and only when the flaw is revealed will he use his killing move.

Nighthawk became more calm than when he was against Matsumoto, his body turning with the rotation of the ghost hand from time to time, and the crisp sound of gold and iron in the fight arena from time to time made Nighthawk no longer look so chic and free.

The pressure on him from the ghost hand was too great. Ghost Hand is very smart, and after fighting Nighthawk once, he already knows that his strength is not as good as Nighthawk, and only with clever moves can he have hope of winning. So he kept fighting around Nighthawk. His speed was so fast that even if Nighthawk had practiced the martial arts of the Sun Shooter, he still couldn't see his direction accurately. Not to mention catching up with the ghost hands.

Nighthawk could only stand still, trying to grasp the trajectory of the ghost hand. But the ghost hand seemed to know Nighthawk's thoughts, and every time he changed the direction of the attack, each time it was not at the same point, and after a long time, Nighthawk felt a little unbearable. If you are beaten by a ghost hand and nose like this, you will be finished sooner or later.

Nighthawk secretly snorted badly, his thigh had just been inadvertently cut by the ghost's hand. It's not deep, but it's just the beginning. Below, more knives will be inflicted on Nighthawk.

"It can't be like this anymore, fight for it." Thinking of this, Nighthawk seemed to have made up her mind. Suddenly let out a shocking roar, and the whole person was like a spring, and suddenly bounced away like a ghost hand.

He had changed so quickly that he had become accustomed to the ghost hand around Nighthawk and didn't react for a while. Suddenly, I saw the nighthawk rushing in front of me, and I couldn't help but be startled. Hurriedly raise the knife to block.

"Ding!" With a crisp sound, the two knives of the ghost hand broke in response, and the end was the same as Matsumoto's knife. But the ghost hand did not stop, threw down the knife and moved quickly, but he could avoid the kick of the nighthawk and stood in the distance.

Both of them were out of breath, and the fight that had only taken a few minutes in the eyes of everyone just now had almost exhausted their bodies and brains. Every move is almost a life-and-death struggle. Fighting here, both of them couldn't help but admire each other deeply. You must know that Nighthawk has learned the sword technique and fist technique, and although he has defeated Matsumoto in strength, he still can't subdue the ghost hand lightly. This shocked him.

And the ghost hand is a long-famous killer, and under him, there has never been a triad. If it weren't for the quick thinking of the Nighthawk today, the power of the ghost's movement would be huge. Maybe it's already lost.

Gasping for a moment, the two looked at each other and smiled. As if agreed, they swooped down on each other like two winds. "Knock knock!" There were a few muffled sounds, and the two of them punched each other a few times in a non-stop rotation.

There are no fancy things this time! The two of them quickly retreated back to square one. They each stroked their chests with painful expressions.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the pale ghost hand's mouth, he wiped it away vigorously, and said with a smile: "It's really amazing, I haven't done anything after fighting for so long!" ”

Nighthawk's chest was also slightly painful, he was beaten by two people in a wheel battle, and now he was hit twice in the chest. Even if he is an iron-beaten King Kong, his body can't stand it. But looking at the ghost hand, he can't show weakness. Who knows if this kid has any tricks.

But what he didn't know was that the internal injuries of the ghost hand were already very serious, even if he moved his body, his chest hurt hard.

Both of them are struggling to hold on, for fear of revealing a little flaw and losing to their opponents in momentum.

"Bang, bang!" Two abrupt gunshots suddenly rang out in the night sky of the cemetery. Jamie took a bloody light from his arm and collapsed into Jack's arms in agony.

"Someone! Remove! Not bothering to entangle with the Nighthawk any longer, the ghost hand threw the broken knife in his hand at the place where the gunfire rang out, pulled up Matsumoto on the ground, and disappeared after a few turns.

Tank and Jack carried Jamie, and they also turned around and ran away as if they were burning their butts, following the figure of the ghost hand, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Nighthawk didn't stop him, not that he didn't want to, but he really didn't have enough strength.

Everyone sighed for a long time, knowing that the strength of these people just now was really not ordinarily strong, and they were a little careless. They could be wiped out.

Nighthawk turned his head and looked into the darkness with a deep brow. Just behind the endless darkness, a man walked towards Nighthawk with a broken knife between his fingers.