With the help of the rebound of the ground, for the first time, Ito took the initiative to attack the imp in front of him!

Curved blades, cold as water attacks, concise attacks, capture exactly the throat of the winter night, and then!

Gone!

"What?" Staying where they were were only the "superfluous" items that they didn't know when they were detached from Winter Night.

Disappear?

No!

The person who was really aimed at the throat is oneself!

The line of sight that continued to slide down, at the end, the little imp who buried himself low, then shortened the distance and stepped into the millimeter, and finally released the murderous imp to the fullest.

"What a joke!" When the eyes of the head and the head of the head intersect, each other's beliefs collide without staggering!

Compared with the inherent boundaries between the strong and the weak, what can blur all this, and what can make the weak and the strong change their identities is only life and death, not the strong can live, only the living is the strong!

So, with the pride of the strong, die like this, and then become weak!

A life-and-death fight! A blow that reverses everything! Re-establish the strength and weakness of the blow!

At that moment, a blow of strength and wisdom was exhausted! Pierced out!

Kunai punctured the outer layer of the garment, towards the flesh that clings to the garment! Further!

Empty of stabs?

No!

The initial stabbing that didn't have a real feeling, the body of Ito's body that was staggered in a desperate blow, and the kunai with a large piece of blood that was staggered.

A small and successful blow, but isn't it the final blow?

Withdraw!

Instead of dwelling on the past that happened in the last moment! The winter night is looking for the unknown of the future in the next moment.

The ultimate blow is a lore blow, but it will also be a desperate blow after that!

The enraged beast will be terrifying, and his counterattack will be imperative!

"You're damned!"

Itosi's anger, accompanied by the continuous pouring of slashes, condescending, with the best way to exert force, constantly pressed towards the winter night, and the full attack speed that erupted at that moment completely trapped the winter night.

The beast that bared its fangs but didn't win, the winter night at the moment was something like that.

Sticking to the difficulty, the winter night that lost the first hand, fell into a short period of endless attack for a while.

The strength is almost there! The speed can barely catch up! The eye can clearly catch the opponent's attack.

The fit of the body and eyes in a moment makes the persistence of the winter night like a dancer dancing on the tip of a knife, dangerous but gorgeous safety!

The hard workouts he has been working with for several years have made his physical fitness far stronger than that of his peers, and this intensity, after breaking free from the shackles of another heavy load, is no easier than that of Ito, who is not proficient in physical arts!

Defense, dodge, counterattack, in a short period of time, Winter Night exhausted all his concentration, delicately driving his miserable body, the clockwork was turning, and then at a certain moment it might reach its limit.

Can!

Able to adapt!

Slow progress is not noticeable, but!

Real existence!

Winter Night relied on kunai to block the other party's knife again and again, if he didn't consider the damage of kunai, as far as the result was concerned, he might be able to hold on for a while! But it's all just if!

Boom...

From time to time, a burst of sparks flashed in the dimly lit woods.

Then, at a certain moment, the flying fragments of iron filings, Itosi, who had cold eyes, did not let go of the opportunity of this moment, and in the bright voice, the cold sword light carried a trace of crimson and connected the red line of the sky.

Ito's face was filled with anger and a calm and cruel smile! It seems that something suddenly came to mind! Then he withdrew the dagger.

Fly Kick!

With a thud of air, the Iron Boots sank into his chest without any gaps, and the air was torn out of his lungs with a hard blow, and Winter Night's eyes widened to the limit and bounced backwards. His back hit the ground.

In a state where he couldn't breathe, he quickly rolled over to escape the fierce aura he sensed, and the position he was in a second ago immediately collapsed into a hole.

Then, when the winter night tried to get up, hell awaited him.

Ito, who sprinted to the front of him, was left with only his hands that withdrew his short knife, and then a terrible, invisible storm of pain began.

Whoop Oooo

Punches, kicks, elbows, unlimited deadly moves, apply all the possibilities of the human body, use the waist to drive the whole body, and use the muscles of the back, shoulders, arms, abdomen, legs and so on!

Such a long-lost indulgence is wreaking at the nerves that can make people crazy, addicted! Ito, who has wanted to indulge in it for a long time, is such an image at the moment.

The winter night spews bloodshot saliva, sometimes to the left, to the right, and sometimes to the back, like a tumbler, but the damage is evident in various dents on the surface of the body.

The skin is flooded with various degrees of blue-black, the muscles are crushed to various degrees, the bones are shattered in various situations, and then the lungs, high-intensity squeezing, and the intestines that collide with each other, all the time want to gush out of the throat.

Seeing the way he was beaten and feeling the refreshment of his fists hitting the flesh, Ito's face showed a smile that was more arrogant and satisfied than ever.

Why did Ito choose such a hand-to-hand fight?

If such a question is asked, then the answer must be yes, because this kind of battle can make him feel the real violence!

The so-called truth and justice are nothing but absolute violence.

A man who enjoys violence, believes in violence, and then does whatever he wants, this is Itosi!

There are always men in this world who do whatever they want, and this is a symbol of absolute violence. Whether it is the violence of fists to the flesh, or the soft violence that can kill you, it is the root that supports them to do whatever they want.

Burst!

Accompanied by the blood that suddenly spurted on his body, those eyes, the person who was beaten painfully, the black pupils seemed to see through the essence of Ito, and then, revealing uncomfortable arrogant contempt!

This is an opposition to Ito, a contempt for faith, this guy!

Damn it!

The insolent smile stopped, and then the anger took a turn of emotion! Born in an instant!

"Give me death! Bastard! A punch that had accumulated strength for a short time hit the swaying face of the winter night, the heavy blow to the bridge of the nose, and the nosebleed that surged down was instantly stained with Ito's fist.

Leaning his head back, his weak body losing control of them, and his upside-down body fell heavily to the ground.

"Die!" Looking at the body that was quietly paralyzed on the ground, facing the guy who looked down on his beliefs, he threw off the blood on his hand with great disgust, and a standard kunai appeared in his hand, and then flew out of his hand.

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