The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. There is some apt way to explain the current situation in such a sentence, but it is nothing more than that, because this is not a yellow finch, but an eagle!

The movements were sharp and fast, so fast that when Lin Doujiu was doing something to the knight, he didn't feel such a person beside him at all. It wasn't until he spoke out that Lin Doujiu noticed that there was such a person lurking by his side, but it was too late, even if his body instinctively wanted to make a move to protect himself, he couldn't resist his sudden punch.

One more kick.

Huaxiong! This is Huaxiong! It was the character that Lin Doujiu had always wanted to fight, he thought that he would be able to fight against him later, but he didn't expect that Hua Xiong would find him directly! Knowing who he is is of no use to his current state, just like when Lin Doujiu fell heavily into a puddle and there was a cold mud under his buttocks, he didn't leave him any time at all, Hua Xiong followed closely and stepped down.

With the momentum of Wanjun, the extremely fast kick was seamlessly connected with the previous movements. Lin Doujiu could see the whereabouts of this foot, the muddy water on the military boots fell on his cheeks faster, and the wind and rain suddenly stagnated at this moment.

Lin Doujiu had no doubt what he would become, his head would be directly stepped on, and the brain slurry inside would be scattered in all directions, turning into a bright mass in the rainy night, and it would be washed away by the rain without leaving a trace. He will surely die.

Masters compete with each other, and the difference between speed and speed is the difference between life and death.

Lin Doujiu watched, watching the big feet become clearer and clearer, so clear that he could see the rapid yellow mud stained under the boots of the military boots very clearly. With his eyes open, a fishy sweet liquid gushed out of his mouth, even in the face of this cruel death, he still opened his eyes and watched, wanting to remember this moment in his memory.

A little ripple appeared on Hua Xiong's calm face, and the sinister smile on the corner of his mouth became even more fierce, and he stepped down.

"Bang!"

The ground sank, and the foot that trampled on it sank deep into the ground, and the muddy water on the ground around it was violently shaken up because of this step, and it fell again.

"Another little bug? It's a pity that it didn't work. Hua Xiong withdrew his right leg, and as soon as his foot was raised, the big pit he stepped out of was quickly filled with muddy water. He looked into the distance, his neck twisted, and a crack of bones followed.

"You're here?" The hanging scissors were inserted into the dirt, and with it to support his body, Lin Doujiu spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with mud and sand from his mouth.

"It's embarrassing." He smiled helplessly, stretched out his left hand, and used his palm to wipe the mud tangled on his cheek and wipe it aside. This was not clean enough, so he wiped it on his body again, and after looking at it, Lin Doujiu's bitter smile became thicker. There was also a lot of muddy water splashing on his clothes, turning him into a clay figure, and the mud and sand on his hands were wiped and increased.

"It's better than dead." Yun Xian didn't turn his head to look at Lin Doujiu, staring at Hua Xiong tightly, his face grim.

A mountain appeared in his eyes, and Hua Xiong just stood there, giving him a sense of mountain. didn't move, but it gave Yun Xian the feeling that it might collapse at any time, and it was like attacking with the momentum of Mount Tai. Every direction, every moment, is when he has the potential to attack.

The ice rain hit Yun Xian's face, but hot sweat appeared on his forehead, and his whole body tensed, ready to meet the blow that came at any time. He couldn't be distracted at all, and for a moment he lost his mind, and he was dead.

"yes, it's good that you're not dead." Lin Doujiu spit out a few more mouthfuls of saliva, spit out the mud and sand in his mouth, and slowly stood up.

He stood behind Yun Xian, holding the hanging scissors sword, and looked towards Hua Xiong. It's a pity that Lin Doujiu can't see the flaws, so there is no time to make a move.

"I'm glad I'm here, or you'd have died." Yun Xian exhaled slowly, bowed his knees slightly, and moved his right foot back, and a pile of mud and sand was pushed out, and a small ditch appeared.

"I'm in a hurry, according to Huaxiong's speed, I should have arrived early, so I came over to take a look. Anyway, no matter how bad it is, it's just two against two, and now, there is no worst situation, two against one, and we still have the advantage. Yun Xian said to himself, his mouth was relaxed, but there was no slightest slack in his performance.

"One is too much for us." Lin Doujiu's right hand trembled, the hanging sword in his hand trembled slightly, the rain on the sword was thrown out, and his body began to lean forward.

"Looks like that's you, right? I'm interested in the forces behind you, but it's not something I need to do. ”

"Now, now that you two bugs are ready! Let me trample on you worms, destroy your minds and bodies, and die with fear and despair! Hua Xiong let out an arrogant laugh, stepped on it, and the soft ground was trampled and sunk again, and the whole person turned into a shadow and rushed out.

The wind and the rain, when they approached him, were swept upside down by the wind carried by his body and flew out.

"Bugs?" Yun Xian chuckled, and a puddle of muddy water with gravel turned into a curtain behind him, and he also rushed out, quickly approaching Hua Xiong.

Behind Yun Xian, Lin Doujiu was following, and there was a sharp light in his eyes that kept puffing. Step by step, following Yun Xian's footsteps, the suspension scissors were ready to be stabbed, only ready to be stabbed when Huaxiong showed his flaws.

"Even a bug can bite someone. And you, are you ready to pay the price? ”

"Collapse your fist!"

The momentum, the power that has been accumulating, including the spine dragon, every muscle and bone in the body, the gathered strength, is concentrated in the fist raised by Yun Xian. With a punch, his arms were pulled, and the sound of bones was heard incessantly.

Hua Xiong swung his fist, and his fist was aimed at the place where Yun Xian's fist came. On his face, the banter just now disappeared completely, and it turned into serious concentration.

No matter how contemptuous he is for his opponent or what kind of attitude he shows, as soon as he enters the battle, Hua Xiong will immediately abandon all his previous emotions. It's just that he still chose the most violent and fierce way, that is, fist to fist, to defeat him at the most powerful place and the most powerful moment in Yunxian.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited for such a period of time just now, in order to completely destroy the enemy, which is one of his hobbies.

"Bang." There was a dull thud, fists touching fists, knuckles colliding with each other.

"Smack."

The sound of bones snapping followed, Yun Xian's fist twisted downward, and the whole person was knocked out like a cannonball. He was flying, flying backwards at a rapid pace, his right arm already shrugged down, his fingers loosened, and he kept trembling. In fact, for his right arm, Yun Xian completely lost control, and the trembling of his fingers was just the most natural reaction of his body, because his phalanges were shattered to varying degrees, and he couldn't move a single inch at all.

His face became pale, and there was constant sweat coming out of his head, and the pain of that moment could be ignored by him mentally, and there was no way to eliminate the physical pain. But he was laughing, and he still had a smile on his face when he was beaten out like this.

Inch step is a method of exerting force, step by step, step by step. Every step taken, lifted, lowered and lifted again will carry the speed of the previous moment. Collapse fist, using this accelerating force, condenses all the power exerted by the body's musculoskeletal body into a punch that hits out. This is the killing move in the cloud hand, the most direct, and it is also the most ruthless move to damage yourself.

The reason why he chose this trick and didn't use other tricks to maneuver was because he needed an opportunity. Lin Doujiu needs a chance, so he will give him a chance.

"Uhh

The punch just now was obviously won by him, but why does he feel so uncomfortable now?

There wasn't much time for Hua Xiong to think, and Lin Doujiu's sword appeared, and the sword turned into a point and pointed at his throat. The sword was fast, and it was hard to tell, just like the raindrops that fell, there was only one line, one point. Fortunately, Lin Doujiu's figure couldn't be hidden, so Hua Xiong saw it.

He only had time to lift his hands up, close them, and try to catch the sword.

When Hua Xiong reacted like this, Lin Doujiu then changed his sword, twisted his wrist, and the blade immediately deflected, and the sharp blade faced Hua Xiong's palm.

"Damn it!" Hua Xiong's face changed, and when his palm touched the blade of the sword, the palm was immediately cut open. The skin and the flesh inside had been cut out of the bone, and it had touched the bone. He didn't dare to exert any more force, so he immediately withdrew his hand and moved his palm outward. Such a sharp sword, just a simple touch, the skin and flesh are separated, and even the pain is felt later, which shows how sharp this sword is.

If he really closes his hand, there is a high probability that not only will he not be able to prevent the tip of the sword from piercing his throat, but even the bones of his hand will be cut off!

Death! He really smelled death, and the cold tip of the sword pressed against the skin of his throat, which had already cut through the skin and saw blood. Suddenly, this coldness in his throat spread to Hua Xiong's whole body, and his heart was also cold.

His hand was up, his palm turned into a finger, and his finger popped out. It continued to flick on the surface of the blade, bouncing the blade more than once, relieving the momentum, and taking the opportunity to take a step back.

Lin Doujiu followed, hanging and cutting a sword, and the raindrops were shattered, and then stabbed towards Hua Xiong with the tip of the sword. Just now it was actually very close to the victory, and if it was a little closer, it would have been able to kill Hua Xiong, but unfortunately it didn't. There was no loss in his eyes, staring at Hua Xiong, his eyes and the changing sword light did not stop.

Hua Xiong retreated again, and after suffering the loss of hanging scissors, he no longer dared to use his meat palm to fight against this sharp weapon. He could only bend his fingers again, constantly changing his posture, and then popping his fingers and flicking them on the blade of the sword.

Concussion, concussion, with the help of the vibration of the blade, he finally got a respite under the fast sword. But the feeling of boredom in his chest and abdomen became more and more intense, and he was a little anxious, such a situation of being pressed and beaten was something Hua Xiong had never experienced, and even his eyes were full of red now.

Underestimating the enemy made him fall into such a situation. Hua Xiong didn't bring weapons, he had too many opportunities to get weapons along the way, and even not far away, there was a long knife on the corpse of the knight under him, but he didn't take it. didn't take it, and now there is no chance to take it again, the sword in front of him is pressed too hard, and he can only keep retreating.

Retreat, retreat, retreat! Retreat and retreat.

With a flash of red eyes, he reached out again, grabbed a small gap, and closed his five fingers in the middle, grabbing the blade of the sword. The sword spun again, the blade began to twist around his fingertips again, and he let go of his hand again.

Just a little time, enough, enough. Taking a step forward, a palm was imprinted on Lin Doujiu's chest, and with a dull sound, Lin Doujiu flew backwards, and the blood mist dispersed in front of Hua Xiong's eyes.

Lin Doujiu flew far away, flew into the rain curtain, and flew extremely far. crashed into the tea shed and broke a long pole supporting the tea shed, and the entire shed suddenly collapsed a corner, burying him completely.

Hua Xiong lowered his head, the palm of his left hand was extremely painful, and blood gushed out from the two scars. He grabbed the sword that Lin Doujiu threw out when he was leaving, and the sword shot towards his chest, the speed was so fast that there was no way to dodge, so he had to reach out and grab it.

Let go, the long sword fell to the ground, and blood was still dripping from his palm, pouring down his fingers. The pain, the painful pain, compared to the painful pain, the humiliation in his heart made Hua Xiong feel uncomfortable even more.

"You." He looked at Yun Xian who stood up, spit out a word, and quickly closed his mouth, but he couldn't stop the fishy smell from permeating his mouth.

He reached out again, his fingers running across the corners of his mouth, bringing out a little warm liquid. It was blood, the feeling of boredom in his chest and abdomen, which was finally relieved, and then he saw the blood gushing out. There was only a trace of the corner of his mouth, which was deep enough, and the anger in Hua Xiong's heart began to swell and beat.

"Bugs." He opened his mouth to speak, and there were traces of blood on Sensen's white teeth.

"What about you? A weak person who was injured by bugs? Yun Xian sneered, not changing the smile on his face, even if he was gray now.

He glanced at the collapsed tea shed, there was no movement, and Lin Doujiu didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He can't see it anymore, and soon death will come to him too, so what?

The fist that collapsed just now hurt Hua Xiong, and his right hand was useless. Now that he still has his left hand, he can break his fist again, and he can still trample on Hua Xiong's wound again.

"Bugs! Die! Hua Xiong shouted violently, like a bull, and rushed towards Yun Xian, opening a ravine under his feet.

"Be merciful as me, donor, put down the butcher's knife and let me die!" But there was a voice, a figure, followed by a bald head, killing the killer!

(End of chapter)