Wen Qi only felt a cool breeze, is she really going to die here this time? Marble melee combat can't play a role, so unwillingly, pull out the Leng Feng sword in the scabbard, raise the sword with both hands to intercept the scimitar, close your eyes, and meet the upcoming knife to cut your throat...

At this time, there was a sound of "dang chang" in his ears, the voice was piercing, he touched his neck, there was no bloodshed, he opened his eyes and saw that the scimitar on his neck was divided into two, and the scimitar holding the handle was only one palm long, Wen Qi looked at the sword in his hand. Ranwen Qingyuzi said, this is Zhao Zhen's Leng Feng sword that singled out the dog Rong fierce man, the eight masters, the advantage of the original weapon is here, sharpening iron like mud and doubling the strength with half the effort, and his heart suddenly doubled his confidence, and he rolled to the ground with the appearance of Zhao Chengyan, avoiding the person who caught the scimitar who stared at him, and when he stood up, he lost Zhao Shizi's handsome movements, stood up and staggered, and Leng Feng's sword slanted across his chest.

The man who caught the scimitar looked at the scimitar in his hand, looked up at the sword in Wen Qi's hand, his eyes flashed with covetousness, his eyes were greedy and gloomy, and he held a half-cut scimitar in his hand, which went straight into Wen Qi's throat.

At the tense moment, Wen Qi's pupils dilated, his intuition was invincible, and he had never had a premonition of death, closing his eyes, Leng Feng's sword was waving wildly in the air.

The corner of the lip of the person who caught the scimitar hooked, went around behind Wen Qi, and used the scimitar to plunge directly into Wen Qi's left chest.

Wen Qi's hearing and perception with his eyes closed are more sensitive, and the cold aura behind him attacks his heart and lungs domineeringly, and this murderous aura alone seems to pass through his heart, his whole body is tense, and his brain flashes like a marquee.

Life and death were left behind, his thoughts were calmer and sharper than usual, the roots of his ears moved, and he was more sure of the speed and direction of the knife behind his back, the height of the thief flashed in his mind, his body squatted rapidly, and at the same time he stabbed the Leng Feng sword with both hands to the back of the body, only to hear a muffled snort, and even the screams were held in his throat, "Touch!" With a bang, the yin wind of Suo Ren was lifted.

Something was cool and sticky and slid down the blade, Wen Qi, who closed his eyes tightly, opened his eyes, saw the blood on the blade, his pupils dilated, his hand trembled slightly, and the residual wind fluttered the green shirt, and the blood stains in the field were full of tragedy.

He sat on the ground with his ass, looked at the dead people around him, and fought with all his strength to kill the strong man who was several times higher than his own force value, and at this time the mixed body seemed to be drained of strength, and his limbs were weak. Glancing at the crimson on his hand, this hand that only needs to catch a pen for a lifetime has been dyed with several lives since when.

Then his eyes were cold, his hands were raised in front of him, his body was tense, and he looked around.

There was another person in front of him, his eyes shining, staring at the sword in Wen Qi's hand.

With the momentum of a vicious wolf pounced on food, he pinched Wen Qi's neck with one hand, pinched Wen Qi's wrist with the other hand, and smashed it to the ground repeatedly.

Wen Qi's face was purple with iron, his eye glands squeezed out tears, he couldn't get up in one breath, his chest cavity was about to burst, his wrist to catch the sword decreased with his breath, and his strength weakened little by little.

Many people's faces flashed in their minds, brother, Zhao Chengyan, father, master. Right! Master, sore points!

Exerted all his strength, condensed all his thoughts, whether he could survive or not, it depended on this finger, stretched out his left hand, and lifted it up with great effort, and when it was almost time, the person's head was slammed down and hit Wen Qi's forehead.

Wen Qi, who was pressed to death and was about to suffocate, burst out with the strength of life and death in his whole body, poured it into that finger, and hit the pain point in the person's right shoulder.

The man's arm was numb, his left hand suddenly failed, and he uncontrollably released the neck that was holding Wen Qi.

Wen Qi took advantage of this gap and took two big breaths.

Left hand quickly forward

The man's right shoulder clicked again, and the sound hit the west, and the man really hit the plan, a dodge, Wen Qi took advantage of the situation to roll on the ground, rolling out a few steps away.

The flesh and blood of his right hand were blurred, his mouth was sucking cold, the hot pain in his hand was transmitted to the scalp for a while, the pain was dark and bright, the head was buzzing, the sweat beads on his forehead were rolling down, he shook his head, settled down, took the long sword in his right hand with his left hand, and looked vigilantly at the big man who was approaching him step by step.

Dahan said: "Boy, I can't imagine that there are two more killers." The hand hooked inward, his eyes were like hooks, staring at Wen Qiru staring at the prey, and shook his numb right hand: "Come, come, let the master try again, it's getting more and more interesting." ”

As he spoke, he sprinted and smashed his fist into Wen Qi's face.

Wen Qi closed his eyes, feeling the dangerous aura that rushed to his cheek, although his right hand was half useless, he still held the sword with both hands and slashed from right to left, sweating profusely and withdrawing the hand that had punched. Leaning sideways, stretching out his long legs, he attacked Wen Qi under the plate.

Wen Qi has never practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he can take so many moves, all because of his ears and eyes over the years, his senses are different from ordinary people, and he has been exercising these days.

Of course, the exercise time and intensity are far from enough, the increase in arm strength is limited, but the flexibility of the shot has increased a lot.

Four hours have passed since the bloody battle from entering the martial arts training ground, and the strength of the whole body has been exhausted.

The disparity in strength and weakness, he was kicked out three steps away, "bang", fell to the ground, his whole body spasmed from the pain in his hands, and his internal organs were torn as if they were about to be shattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The strong man said: "Throw the sword over, or let me get it." ”

Wen Qi rubbed the corner of his bright red lips with his bloody right hand, and looked at the man with a smile: "What difference does this have for me, you might as well talk about it, the kid is good to test whether he wants to swear to protect this sword to the death", he used words to draw his attention, and his right hand secretly wiped it off the back waist belt, wanting to take out the marbles, but I am afraid that the right hand will not be able to use much strength, this strategy can only be used once, if you miss, the person who dies is yourself, and the lethality of the marbles is far from enough.

smiled at the man's evil spirit, with a look of surprise on his face: "Brother Wang, quickly attack his waist and Yu acupoint, in the sacrum, in the back midline, and directly in front of the sacral canal fissure, that is his death point, as long as it is light, he will definitely die." ”

As soon as these words came out, the man looked suspicious, turned around, and looked behind him.

Wen Qi didn't care about anything, put all her strength together, rolled over, lay on her back with her back against the ground, and crossed her head through the man's file.

At this moment, the man also reacted, and his eyes flashed with hatred for his flesh, treacherous. Lower waist, advance arm, elbow concern smashed to Wen Qi's left heart, between the lightning and flint, Wen Qi raised his sword with both hands over the top, Leng Feng's sword slashed at the man's head, blowing hair will break, from the top of his head to the neck, one head is two, suddenly blood flowed in, warm blood gushed out, blood sprinkled Wen Qi's file, the man straightened up and smashed Wen Qi's body, Wen Qi's whole body stiffened, Wen Qi's mournful screams came out of the air, full of horror pictures, Wen Qi fainted as soon as he rolled his eyes.

Wang Le, who had his hands free, saw the big man who was split in half, and his body and mind were also shocked, Wen Qi was surrounded by a pool of blood, and he suddenly felt bad in his heart, and he moved closer to Wen Qi while whirling with the bandits.

The big fat force fights the group of thieves, his actions are clumsy, he has been shot several times, he slowly turned around and looked at Wen Qi, his fresh cheeks and black and white eyes appeared in his mind, and he looked at Wen Qi step by step

Come this way.

The spears that attacked the big fat on both sides, the big fat grabbed a handful with one hand, and with one move upward, "Ah! Ahh

For the first time, I had a kind person in my heart, for the first time, I gave birth to a person who wanted to use all my strength to maintain it, and for the first time, I had the cute idea of making something delicious for him.

The power of Da Fat's sudden outburst even the thieves around Wang Le were killed by Da Fat.

Wang Le's pressure was relieved, he made a few false moves, got out, and retreated to Wen Qi's side.

Exploring his snort, his heart was relieved, but he fainted, and finally lived up to the trust, and wanted to take the sword from his bloody hands, but he unconsciously protected the sword like life, and he couldn't take it out for a while, the knife flashed with bloodthirsty cold light, for fear of accidentally hurting him, and the sword went into the sheath. patted Wen Qi on the cheek, Wen Qi slowly opened her eyes, and it was just this one.

The big fat who was running towards Wen Qi only jumped up on his back and cut off his head, and the big fat eyes seemed to be unconscious, looking ahead, Wen Qi's pupils dilated, and he squeezed his strength from exhaustion, took out marbles and struck at the back of the big fat, unable to close his eyes.

The man behind the big fat snorted, the big knife shook, and the big fat slowly turned his face, and was entangled by many people.

Three people came to Wen Qi's side.

The sword was sheathed, Wang Le put his hands on Wen Qi's shoulders and rolled to the right.

One of them did not die, and one jumped directly onto the two who were rolling outward.

Wang Le was pressed to the bottom, Wen Qi was above Wang Le, the person was on top of Wen Qi, rolling, Wen Qi who closed his eyes and slowed down, only moved with Wang Le's pulling, so heavy, and a dangerous aura condensed in his back.

The man on the back pulled out the short blade from his trouser leg and stabbed it down, Wang Le's eyes widened, and he turned over with all his strength, indifferent, this time he was afraid that he would not be able to protect him, not only discredited by people's feelings, but also the friendship of life and death, and his heart was empty and sad.

The right arm was raised, wanting to catch the Han Li who stabbed downward, the weight of hundreds of catties on his body, the strength of his hand was somewhat restrained, his movements were slow, and Kankan was a step late, how to explain this to the little general, his pupils dilated.

Then I saw the big man riding on Wen Qi's pupils dilated, and a sharp sword was stuck in his throat.

It's a pity that Wen Qi's strength is exhausted now, and this sword loses the strength of the head, only to see bleeding, but not to lose his breath, just in this flashing kung fu, Wang Le under him quickly turned over, turned the big man over, and pulled Wen Qi's shoulders and rolled in the opposite direction.

A fish stood up and covered Wen Qi: "Junior Brother Shen, get up quickly." ”

Wen Qi pulled Wang Le's pants and borrowed a handful of force, climbed up, and after getting up, his eyes were black, and his hand was on Wang Le's shoulder. The Leng Feng sword in his left hand was handed to Wang Le: "Brother Wang, the rolling stones behind the mountain have stopped, the enemy has weakened, and most of the brothers have been liberated, you and I are not in vain, if we can rush out, you and I will be counted."

Whether you can rush out or not, it's up to you, the younger brother doesn't say anything at this time to leave me behind, you don't do it, don't bother to speak, the younger brother is willing to live and die with Brother Wang. ”

After speaking, his eyes reluctantly glanced at the mountain, and he didn't see the person he wanted to see at the last glance.

The thief was stabbed in the throat before he was deep, and just when he lost his mind, his prey revived again, and actually passed through the gap in death, and he couldn't help but be ruthless, and the thief looked at the two of them, and attacked Wen Qi with a short hand.

Wang Le held Wen Qi in his left hand, held the Leng Feng sword in his right hand, picked up the sword upward, and then entered his throat, the thief spilled blood from the corner of his mouth this time, and fell in a pool of blood.