If someone asks about the results of that day's competition, the herdsmen on the grassland will look at each other a few times, and then they will not be clear. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I still remember the sunshine of that day, the sound of the handover of blades and the sound of fighting with a thick voice in the dust.

Insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness.

Don't say that these ordinary people, even Liu Rui, who has some force, recalled it, and just shook his head, and then said slowly in speculation:

"General Zhang won, right?"

Previously, Zhang Xiu relied on a competitive heart, practiced hard behind closed doors, and practiced the nirvana technique to the realm of proficiency, and when the fight was in full swing, he used it in one go.

The overwhelming spear and strength shot out from the tip of the spiraling spear, and in seconds, it enveloped the battle situation between the two. Pound was struck aside, and the innocent, scattered dust had just calmed down, and was reluctantly aroused by the rude man like a nightingale at dawn by the stirring of guns.

Pound made a gilded broadsword, with a very long blade, and he was immediately the general. Martial arts are not exquisite, every move and style are comprehended from the battlefield that takes people's lives, and it is better to be simple and the most effective. In front of the battle, he fought alone with others, and the moment he rode a wrong horse, the sword flashed like Bai Lian, and the one who made a fortune in a muffled voice took the head of the enemy general.

Faced with countless guns, Pound couldn't shoot them down one by one with a broadsword, and he didn't mean to.

Because of the fight, the two were already very close. Zhang Xiu danced the golden gun, his hands shot back and forth like a wheel, but his feet were stuck on the ground and he couldn't move.

"Whew!" "Whew!"

The gun entered the body, the blood overflowed, Pound was in pain, roared again and again, did not retreat but advanced, dragged the knife in his hand, and slashed his head with strength!

"One blow!"

The snow-white knife with a length of one zhang was raised high, raised to the peak, and without hesitation, it was cut off according to the head. In the dark dust, it is like a thunderbolt dancing in a rainstorm.

Because of the roar and slashing with all his strength, Pound's face was a little hideous, and his eyes were blood-red with endless murderous aura.

No matter how many spears you shoot at me, at most you will bleed and leave some holes, and I will cut it with this knife, will you still be alive?

Chopping is the fastest thing, but time seems to have magic interference, infinity slows down, the knife seems to have hung on the top of Zhang Xiu's head a hundred years ago, and after a hundred years, it is like the steps of an old man in the last years, so slow that people are worried.

Zhang Xiu has brains, his own strength or Pound's big knife, which is sharper, he knows in his heart.

If he can shoot Pang De to death, even if he is cut in two, Zhang Xiu will not hesitate at all. But if it is one's own life, which can only be exchanged for serious injuries of others, then it is not clear who is the winner and who loses.

It's a thousand thoughts, and that's also a thought.

The rotation at hand did not hesitate to stop, Zhang Xiu gritted his teeth, the red light was like a red lotus flame, the qi in his body suddenly increased to the limit, and the golden gun that danced into a wheel was connected at this moment due to the high speed, staring at the big knife to calculate the momentum, and at the right time, the tip of the tiger head spear hit the knife straight into the knife.

It's not that you have to be tough, it's that it's too late to dodge.

"Bell!"

A steel pipe sticks into the high-speed motor.

Gun fold, knife roll.

Under the fierce touch, the sparks splashed, Pound's body was shocked, the big knife in his hand was pulled and rotated by the force, his right wrist was suddenly twisted, and he could only throw the knife away under the painful cry, but his right arm was already folded like a twist.

Pang De cried out in pain, and Zhang Xiu also howled miserably. Pound was sweating, raised his eyes, and was startled.

A long knife wound almost penetrated Zhang Xiu's entire upper body, not to mention the white bones at the shoulder, the chest and abdomen that were cut by the big knife, the flesh and blood turned up, fortunately, the force of the split was pulled by the rotating centrifugal force, and it was not all beared, although it looked terrible, it was protected by the hard bones.

The five organs were shocked, Zhang Xiu raised his head and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then his body shook and almost collapsed.

But he still had the golden gun in his hand, and he tried his best to stand with the gun as a pillar, Zhang Xiu wiped the blood on the side of his mouth, grinning, but he was so excited by the pain that he couldn't speak.

Don't kill this fang now, but when!

Although Pang De folded his right arm, his left hand was spared because he had not held the knife, and looking at Zhang Xiu's shaky appearance, he didn't pick up the big knife on the ground, and kicked it directly!

"Bang"

Zhang Xiu was powerless to dodge, he was hit by his right hand with a pestle gun, he was seriously injured and weak, and he was kicked by this kick again, Zhang Xiu could no longer hold the golden gun, he fell to the ground with his head up, his eyes were dark, and he felt that all his limbs and five bodies were in pain, especially where the knife cut through, the tattered clothes were instantly soaked red with blood.

"Jinrong!"

Zhang Xiu's fall happened to be out of the dusty circle, and Liu Rui, who was worried about his safety, suddenly discovered his miserable situation, exclaimed, and immediately flew over regardless of the old abdominal injury.

"General Zhang!"

"Quick! Go and get the doctor! ”

Liu Rui reminded loudly, the herdsmen watching the battle from a distance also found Zhang Xiu's dark red figure, although he still didn't believe that Zhang Xiu, who was usually brave and incompetent, would be defeated, but the fact was in front of him, and he could only stare at the round, and he had the heart to go over to check, but he inexplicably lost the strength to move his feet.

Only Avatar, who had seen Zhang Xiu lose to Pound once, was mentally prepared, and went to find the doctor in the racecourse.

Liu Rui rushed over, but Pang De looked at him.

The left hand is clenched into a fist the size of a sandbag, and it is a punch according to Zhang Xiu's miserable white face!

"With such strength, you dare to go head-to-head with someone!"

"Bang"

Another punch.

"Hiss..."

The left hand exerted his strength, but the right arm was implicated, Pound bared his teeth and inhaled again and again, and his heart was even more annoyed,

"Bang"

Three punches in a row, punches to the flesh.

After the three punches, Zhang Xiu was already dying, the swollen bruise on his face where he had been smashed, and the bridge of his nose, which was unfortunately taken care of, collapsed deeply, blood mixed with tears and snot, and a brain gushed out.

When did Zhang Xiu suffer this kind of suffering and suffer such losses, the endless sense of humiliation came to his heart, and he didn't know where he got the strength, he saw the golden gun that fell to the ground, picked it up, carried a gun, and stabbed it at Pound's left waist.

"Huh..."

Pang De sat on him and punched one punch at a time, his waist and eyes hurt, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhang Xiu pull out the tip of the blood-dripping gun, and then seemed to be in order to return these punches, and without hesitation, he stabbed it in again.

Pound rolled his eyes, the boundless darkness attacked, the clenched fist was released due to the loss of strength, and Liu Rui, who was catching up to save Zhang Xiu, came to his side, and kicked him out with his foot.

"Jinrong, how are you!"

Liu Rui stunned Pang De, and did not make up the knife, and hurriedly squatted down and hugged Zhang Xiu to check his injury, which was naturally shocking.

Zhang Xiu stabbed two shots and felt happy, looking at Liu Rui's nervous appearance, he actually laughed and said happily:

"It's fine... I won! ”

Liu Rui put him away, and his own Avatar ran over with the doctor for emergency treatment, Liu Rui's face was as cold as ice, picked up the head of the gun, and walked towards Pound step by step.

Zhang Xiu, whose eyes were already blurred, was shocked when she saw this, and her head was dizzy due to excessive blood loss, but she still shouted:

"Don't... Don't kill..."

Then all over the body, the pain of every wound broke out, Zhang Xiu didn't hum, and fell into a familiar coma again.

Liu Rui turned his head, sighed, called for someone to carry Pang De away, and was about to look for Zhang Xiu, but when he saw Jia Xu hurriedly coming over, Liu Rui's heart moved, and he hurriedly greeted him.

(It's been two days off, and it's all made up today, and there will be no shortage of late)