Both of them seemed to be dying, and they didn't care about the death blade that rushed to kill them, and this attack and killing saw that both sides were about to be splashed with blood on the spot. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jun Wuwu's eyes were indifferent, his expression was cold, regardless of it, the military thorn did not have the slightest intention of staying, and swirled and stabbed at Nie Wuming's throat.

He has already made up his mind to exchange injuries for injuries, or to exchange injuries for life, he also knows the gap between himself and the other party, if he competes with the other party, it is definitely looking for death, his only chance is to use his extreme speed, indomitable, and hold the same way of playing with the other party, so that he has a chance.

Nima, aren't you a master, Lao Tzu is not as good as you in moves, but Lao Tzu's speed will not be slower than you, or even a little faster, then Lao Tzu will not compare moves with you, Lao Tzu will compare courage with you, compare desperate determination, and see who is more afraid of death.

Fear of death has never been the style of the Eagle Army, let alone the style of Jun Wuwu.

The military thorn is like a snake that chooses people and devours poisonous snakes, vowing to bite its prey to death in one bite.

Suddenly, Nie Wuming's slashing to Jun Wuwu's silver short knife was suddenly retracted, and the short knife that originally slashed at Jun Wuwu's throat instantly appeared in front of him. It's as if the knife never came out, but as if it had always been here.

"Bell!"

The spurs struck with the silver daggers, splashing a string of sparks. A trace of coldness flashed in Jun Wuwu's eyes, and the military stab was blocked by Nie Wuming's silver short knife, but he didn't stop at all. As soon as the figure retreated, the military thorn stabbed out again, and the target was still Nie Wuming's throat.

The silver light flashed, and the silver dagger reappeared in front of the stab.

Seeing that the military thorn and the silver short knife were about to strike together again, suddenly Jun Wuwu's military thorn disappeared in an instant, and he raised his knee and slammed it out.

"Peng!"

Jun Wuwu slammed into Nie Wuming's lower abdomen with one knee, but when he was about to hit it, he found that a palm had already appeared somewhere, and the knees collided, bursting out of strong winds.

Jun Wuwu was hit in the knee by a palm, but he didn't retreat, his foot stretched out, and he suddenly shot out, kicking straight at Nie Wuming's ****.

Nie Wuming's expression changed, he touched the ground with one foot, and his body flew backwards in an instant.

"Brush!"

In the midst of the sand and dust, a ravine appeared at Jun Wuwu's feet.

"Old guy, it doesn't feel good to almost get kicked out, Lao Tzu admits that you are better than Lao Tzu, but you lack a kind of courage, the courage to fight hard. So you can't kill Lao Tzu, and you may even be slaughtered by Lao Tzu, are you still confident that you can keep Lao Tzu?"

Jun Wuwu looked at Nie Wuming, who had an ugly face, and said coldly.

Nie Wuming's face is indeed ugly, as Jun Wuwu said, he is indeed stronger than Jun Wuwu, but as Jun Wuwu said, he does not have the courage to work hard like Jun Wuwu. He didn't dare to fight with Jun Wuwu at all. But without this desperate courage, he really can't worry about it. At this moment, Nie Wuming couldn't help but hesitate, he just had a feeling that Jun Wuwu had what he was looking for.

But it's not very certain, if it's just for something that is still uncertain, fight with the madman in front of him who can only exchange injuries for injuries, or exchange injuries for lives. Is it worth it in the end?

"What's the matter, is the old guy going to continue to fight now?" Seeing Nie Wuming's hesitation, Jun Wuwu said coldly.

If he could, he didn't want to fight with Nie Wuming, although he wasn't afraid of death, but not being afraid of death didn't mean that he wanted to die. He Nie Wuming is also forced to work hard, if he can not work hard, he can get rid of the difficult white-clothed man in front of him, and Jun Wuwu will not choose to work hard.

Nie Wuming's expression was uncertain, and the momentum on his body was sometimes violent, sometimes weak, and uncertain.

Jun Wuwu's eyes flashed, since this guy is still hesitating, then let him make up his mind, let him know his desperate determination, if you don't leave, Lao Tzu will beat you away.

"Kill!"

Jun Wuwu moved, his feet moved rapidly, and on the yellow sand, shallow footprints appeared, Jun Wuwu did not rush to Nie Wuming in a straight line, but rushed to Nie Wuming with a strange and uncertain route.

"Slash against the wind!"

Nie Wuming saw that Jun was carefree, and rushed towards him uncertainly, a sharp cold light like a blade flashed in his eyes, and the silver short knife slashed out.

A crescent-like sword bolted through the void, and an incomparable sword aura burst in. Kill Xiang Jun without worry.

He is a master of the god list, but he can't be put on a desperate posture by Jun Wuwu, and with a few threatening words, he will give up his purpose.

The masters of the god list also have their own pride, and it would be a bit of a shame to leave like this.

He wanted to see if this soldier was not afraid of death, and he really wanted to fight to the death with himself.

A touch of coldness appeared at the corner of Jun Wuwu's mouth, the cold glint in his eyes flickered, and the military thorn was horizontal, blocking his chest, and swept out.

"Tear up!" The power of the Nine Tribulations swept out with the swing of the military thorn, and an invisible aura struck at Nie Wuming's crescent-like sword.

The crescent moon sword snapped from it, but the ends still swirled and bombarded Xiang Jun without worry.

"Poof!" "Poof!"

Jun Wuwu's shoulders and lower abdomen were slashed by a cold blade, and two bloody openings appeared, and blood spurted out. However, the chest was critical, but because the strength of the military stab cut off the sword cut by Nie Wuming, he did not suffer the slightest damage.

At this time, Jun Wuwu was already close to Nie Wuming, "Die." ”

Jun Wuwu burst into a loud shout, and a layer of cold air flowed through his fist, and he punched Nie Wuming with terrifying energy.

"Wind Palm."

Nie Wuming slapped out with a palm, and it bombarded with Jun Wuwu's fist.

"Overlord Fist!"

Jun Wuwu also shouted loudly as he learned from Nie Wuming, what kind of overlord fist, it's just the name he screamed randomly. Jun Wuwu's fist burst out, his index finger bulging out, and slammed into Nie Wuming's palm.

"Peng!" "Click!"

The fists collided, and a sound of bones breaking sounded.

Nie Wuming's expression changed, a trace of pain flashed on his face, and his metacarpal bones had been broken by Jun Wuwu's protruding index finger.

A punch smashed Nie Wuming's metacarpal bone, Jun Wuwu's fist style remained unchanged, his arm shook, and an even more violent force burst in, violently bombarding Nie Wuming's chest.

"Poof!"

Nie Wuming couldn't dodge it at all, and Jun Wuwu's incomparably terrifying punch, along with the palm of his hand, was heavily bombarded in the chest by Jun Wuwu. A mouthful of blood spurted out with a violent force blasting into his body.

Nie Wuming's face turned pale, and his body flew out again. This time, Jun Wuwu exchanged injuries for injuries and achieved the best record since he fought with Nie Wuming.

He first used the strength of the military spur to cut off Nie Wuming's blade, avoiding the vital part of his chest, and then quickly approached Nie Wuming, seriously injuring Nie Wuming with one punch. Everything was in his calculations.

Nie Wuming flew back, his face turned pale, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth were clearly visible. Looking at Jun Wuwu's eyes, he also became more solemn.

This soldier is really terrible, but what is even more terrifying is his lifeless style of play. This kind of desperate style of play made Nie Wuming feel terrified. (To be continued.) )