Yu Zhiwei raised the knife from the side of his ear and smashed it, only to hear the sound of "choking", and the knife slashed on Qiu Anren's blade, which shocked the wound on Yu Zhiwei's hand.

The two of them parted with a touch, and Qiu Anren stretched out two fingers to wipe the blood groove on the knife, and there was not much Yu Zhiwei's blood on it.

Yu Zhiwei stepped forward again, and a knife flower flipped over, trying to use Qiu Anren's previous method, which also injured Qiu Anren's hand and chopped off the knife in his hand.

Who knew that Qiu Anren dodged to the left and slashed diagonally. It was another blade to blade, Yu Zhiwei felt sorry for the knife, and the sound made her heart pinch up.

The knives in the hands of the two fought for a while, Qiu Anren held the knife in both hands, and the cleaver smashed towards Yu Zhiwei. Yu Zhiwei flicked a step back, and the horizontal knife was in front of his right knee, blocking the knife again. At the same time, his left leg was not idle, and he was about to step on Qiu Anren's hand holding the knife when he raised his foot. Qiu Anren was startled, drew his knife back, and stabbed downward.

When he landed, his entire back was exposed in front of Yu Zhiwei's eyes.

Yu Zhiwei was willing to let go of this opportunity, and slashed at Qiu Anren's back with a knife.

With this knife, Qiu Anren was almost avoided, and the clothes on his back were also torn, and he saw blood when he landed. The factory flower rolled around on the ground, which prevented Yu Zhiwei from splitting him in half.

Although this was a flesh wound, the wound was too long after all, which greatly affected Qiu Anren's movements, he held the handle of the knife in pain, and took out the knife towards Yu Zhiwei.

The knife was picked diagonally from bottom to top, trying to cut Yu Zhiwei's intestines, and Yu Zhiwei's horizontal knife slapped on Qiu Anren's blade. Qiu Anren flipped the knife and smashed it, but was blocked by Yu Zhiwei again.

Qiu Anren was injured, so he naturally wanted to fight quickly, but Yu Zhiwei was of equal strength to him, and there was no better way for the two of them to keep delaying time and constantly fighting.

can only rely on consumption, to see who can hold on longer, and to see who shows the flaws first.

Yu Zhiwei once fought with Qiu Anren, and knew that his kung fu and himself were the same way, relying on lightness and speed to win, and endurance was not so important. But this is talking about Yu Zhiwei in the past, she followed Yu Jingning on the battlefield for a few years, and there were times when she didn't sleep for several days, and she couldn't bear it after running for a while, so she didn't look like a person at all.

Qiu Anren made a strong effort and pressed Yu Zhiwei's knife down, and Yu Zhiwei used this strength to lay the knife horizontally between his left shoulder and neck, protecting his fragile neck.

The two knives made a tooth-aching sound.

Qiu Anren finally withdrew his own knife from Yu Zhiwei's knife.

Yu Zhiwei swung his knife from the straddle and slashed at Qiu Anren's head, but was held by Qiu Anren. After holding it, regardless of Yu Zhiwei's downward force, a knife flower spun out, and his left hand turned into a palm away from the knife and slapped Yu Zhiwei's shoulder fiercely. Yu Zhiwei dodged, but Qiu Anren followed her dodging posture and slashed towards her waist.

Hiss, Yu Zhiwei half-knelt on the ground, covered the wound, didn't have time to stop the bleeding, and flipped out, opening up the distance between him and Qiu Anren again.

After rolling away, he turned around and drew his knife and picked it up, not giving Qiu Anren a chance to breathe at all. Qiu Anren's wrist flipped up, and the blade was also pointed upward, resisting another blow. Yu Zhiwei jumped back two steps, begging An Ren to see Yu Zhiwei's kung fu of escaping, and thought that she was going to run away again, afraid that she would run up the tree, so he chased after her. Qiu Anren drew her knife and swung it horizontally, but she saw that Yu Zhiwei didn't want to run at all, she raised the knife above her head and slashed down vigorously.

Qiu Anren changed his swing to a pick, and caught Yu Zhiwei's knife again.

The two of them parted with a touch, and Yu Zhiwei stabbed Qiu Anren twice in the throat after pulling the knife back, but Qiu Anren jumped backwards to avoid it.

Qiu Anren sneered, thinking to himself, the place where Yu Zhiwei hindered him from being cut was on his waist, and now many actions are twisting his waist to exert force, and a wound is across his waist, not only does it hurt, but I am afraid that it will also affect Yu Zhiwei's strength.

Sure enough, the speed and strength of these two blows slowed down, and the little girl gritted her teeth and looked really powerless.

Feeling that he had guessed the factory, he dodged backwards, he was extremely fast, and the blade that went to his throat was often dodged by Qiu Anren at the moment when it was about to hit him. He walked Yu Zhiwei like a bird, and he was not happy to let him get wet.

Yu Zhiwei saw that he didn't stab twice, the knife flower reversed, the blade was facing backwards, and he slammed it over his head again, and slashed downward. This time, even people jumped up, and Qiu Anren felt that this force was scary after blocking it twice.

Hit the trick! Her powerless performance was all pretended, Qiu Anren secretly said that it was not good, but it was too late

How did he know that Yu Zhiwei was a person who didn't want to die, so how could he pay attention to these wounds on his waist.

Yu Zhiwei moved extremely fast, slashed at Qiu Anren's body twice, and slashed towards his neck at the right time.

Qiu Anren went to hide suddenly, the three mountain crowns on his head were shot down by Yu Zhiwei, the net towel that bound his hair also collapsed, and the hairpin disappeared with the three mountain crowns.

Qiu Anren's hair was scattered on the spot - even if Yu Zhiwei's head was not cut off with a knife, this situation would not be good, and the cloak was the most obscured from sight and gave people a handle to hold.

But at this time, where is the time to tie the hair of the factory man?

The factory man waved a knife at Yu Zhiwei with his head scattered, Yu Zhiwei took the back of the knife and slammed it to alleviate the attack, and then the knife flower turned back and slashed down at Qiu Anren's shoulder.

Qiu Anren, who is like a male ghost, blocked it several times, and wanted to shake off the hair in front of his eyes.

Yu Zhiwei was reluctant to give him this opportunity.

She drew the knife and slashed sideways, Qiu Anren blocked again, Yu Zhiwei took advantage of his hair to scatter and twist sideways on the side of his face, and got into Qiu Anren's knife, and with a sharp push with his left hand, he pressed the knife on Qiu Anren's neck.

Nine thousand years old is really white, the neck with cyan veins is brittle like porcelain, a little whiter than Yu Zhiwei's hand, not to mention a man, even if a woman sees it, she has to feel pity.

It's a pity that Yu Zhiwei is not so pitiful.

"The most heinous eunuchs have always been Ling Chi, but I believe that there are probably 10,000 more ways to die before the nine thousand years old go to the execution ground, and maybe your group of godsons and grandsons can still find someone to be the substitute ghosts. But I don't want to. Yu Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly, "I just want to see you die at my hands." ”

The moment the words fell, Qiu Anren's jade neck spurted bright red blood under Yu Zhiwei's knife, and the color was extremely bright, just like the color of the rouge paste that Yu saw rubbed on his earlobe that day.

Yu Zhiwei pressed Qiu Anren to the ground fiercely, so that he couldn't break free, and could only watch his blood spray wildly.

"Kill me......" Qiu Anren spit out some broken words intermittently, "You have more things you don't know......"

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