"What kind of ending do you want?"

When Liang Jingmo asked this, Xiang Nanxing was standing in front of the real-time tracking and shooting frame, looking at the two hazy and intertwined figures on it in a daze. The GPS screen next to it has lost its meaning at this time, because the two sides of the battle are already close to each other, and they are deciding the winner in a battle, and there is no way back for each other. A few points of light flickered tenaciously on the screen, like a cloudy night sky. Only the lone point of light continued to move along the stream, away from the battlefield, which seemed to have a certain irony at this point.

"No one died." Xiang Nanxing admitted, "But to be honest, I can't imagine that kind of scene. ”

Liang Jingmo smiled: "No one died, are you kidding me?" At this time, I was still thinking about everyone ending amicably, and the host arched his hand and admitted defeat and expressed his willingness to let you out...... I think you're still naïve. ”

"I'm not the only one who is naïve." Xiang Nanxing said.

"Who else?"

Xiang Nanxing raised his chin and pointed at the short figure in the picture.

"When she fired that shot, she aimed at the position of the opponent's right chest, and even if she didn't dodge, the hit would not be fatal on the spot. Although she may be left with a disability that will not heal for the rest of her life, as long as she rushes over to break the collar and decide the winner, the organizers will arrive and have time to save her life - I guess that's what she thought. ”

"I want to only hurt people, not lives, is this still the Nangong family......" Liang Jingmo muttered, and suddenly smiled, "How do you see it?" Through that layer of fog, can you see where the crosshair is pointing? ”

"I can feel it." Xiang Nanxing said lightly. He looked at the figure on the screen who was struggling to fight: "Even at this moment when I shouldn't be able to keep my hand, I still feel that she doesn't want to kill." ”

Liang Jingmo shook his head: "Two killer-type people are facing each other, and one of them doesn't want to kill." Which one do you guess will end up surviving? ”

That's why I said that I can't imagine that no one will die, even if that's what she wants, the chance of success in the end may be less than one percent. It's a shame to say, but I don't want her to be like this. ”

Xiang Nanxing bit his lip and said his prayer again.

"Don't die."

At the other end of the screen they were watching, the two men in the fierce battle were in a strange tug-of-war.

In terms of physical condition, the two of them can barely be regarded as half a catty at this time. Although Nangong Qian's body has a slight poisoning, the toxin has not accumulated enough to be fatal for the time being, as long as the winner is separated in time within the time limit, the game can be over. What really affected her was the numb hands that were shocked by the shot just now, her left hand was barely better, and she could still hold the dagger and slash at people, but her right hand couldn't even make a fist, in fact, it was equivalent to fighting with one hand.

Fortunately, her opponent at this time was also in a state of one-handed combat. Nangong Wang, who was severely injured and did not have time to deal with the wound, had to spend part of his energy on contracting the muscles near the wound, which seriously affected his overall movement flexibility. On the other hand, he was also poisoned, although the time to remove the respirator was later than Nangong Qian, but the poisonous mist invaded his body from both the breath and the wound at the same time, and the spread in his body was even more serious.

After deducting these unfavorable factors, the two temporarily tied each other. Both sides had reasons to decide the winner quickly, but in doing so, it had to be a protracted battle. What's even worse is that the fighting skills of the two are of the same origin, and there are many fewer changes to the one-handed opponent to perform, and as a result, almost every slash or straight stab is expected by the other party, and for a while, the clanging sound of iron weapons intersecting keeps coming out, but few people are injured by the knife.

But such a tie is only temporary.

"It's progress!" Nangong Wang laughed and took a step forward. After all, his physique has an advantage, and his strength is also greater, and he is condescending, and every attack is a situation that Nangong Qian has to guard against. For a long time, the situation that there was originally going back and forth became that he was attacking, Nangong Qian was passively defending, and the consumption of physical strength was naturally not the same.

"Progress?" Nangong Qian could still find time to answer with a sneer.

"There is progress, but it is still far from enough!"

Nangong Wang shouted and swung a knife with all his might. Nangong Qian put her trembling right hand on her left forearm, and finally barely caught the knife, but she couldn't help such a big force, and she took several steps back. Taking this opportunity, Nangong Wang was finally able to take a big breath and relieve the fatigue caused by this continuous attack. Although the stinging sensation of the poisonous mist entering his throat was quite uncomfortable, there were too many places in his body at this time, and he couldn't feel it that much for a long time.

Nangong Qian on the opposite side was also gasping for breath, holding her knees and straightening her waist. Of course, she knew that she should rush forward immediately at this time, not to give the other party any chance to rest and regain her strength, but the problem was that her own state was also the end of the crossbow.

Although the damage caused by that shot to the opponent temporarily pulled the fighting level of the two sides to the same level, as the battle progressed, Nangong Akane's shortcomings in fighting experience were gradually exposed. In addition, the gap in physique and strength was gradually demonstrated after the other party eased up, and Nangong Qian was completely passively beaten in the second half, and at this time the two sides opened up the distance, which was also a rare opportunity for her to recuperate, at least she could breathe a sigh of relief.

It can't go on like this, we have to think of a way.

Nangong Qian thought worriedly. At this time, she suddenly felt that her right hand did not seem to be shaking as much as it had just now. She tried to move, and then she tried to clench her fist - she couldn't do it yet, but it was better. The last blow seemed to touch some nerve in the hand, and the tremor improved a little, and it was slowly but continuously improving.

"You're weaker than you were then." She suddenly said, "I remember what you looked like when you broke through. I guess I was more seriously injured than I am now, but the elders couldn't keep you, and I've never seen them so embarrassed before or since. ”

"But all the wounds he had suffered that night had healed. Except for the ...... you left" Nangong Wang smiled and lifted the bangs in front of his forehead to show her the long scar, "Look, it can't be eliminated, right?" It was even worse, the wound was so deep that you could see the bones, and if you had more strength, I was afraid that your brain would have been cut open by you. ”

"So should I say I'm sorry?"

"No, it's me who should say I'm sorry." He said something suddenly for no reason. Nangong Qian looked at him strangely, a little confused. At this moment, she seemed to see some kind of frustration in the other party's face.

"If I had made it clear to you early in the morning, maybe everything would have been different. I should trust you. He continued, looking up as if in reminiscence, as if he was in some strange mood at the same time.

There was no beginning or end to what she said, Nangong Qian knew that it was probably related to the accident three years ago, but she couldn't understand it anyway. It's just that none of this matter at this time, looking at this man's state, her heart suddenly moved, and she understood that the opportunity had come.

Now is the time. She thought to herself, and moved forward silently. Ironically, this is also one of the techniques that Nangong Wang taught her back then, when the other party is distracted, this kind of smooth footwork can minimize her sense of existence, so that she can go to the nearest distance and then launch an assault.

Three steps, two steps, just as she was about to enter the attack range, Nangong Qian noticed that the other party's gaze was moving downward.

Now is the time!

She knew that it would be too late if she didn't do it, so she let out a low cry decisively, clenched the dagger in her backhand, stepped forward with an arrow, and swung it diagonally. Nangong Wang's movements were obviously a beat slower, but his solid basic skills still allowed him to hold the opponent's weapon as soon as he reacted. There was a crisp sound of the bell, and both of them felt a tingling in their wrists.

This time, it will be until the final victory, and both sides also understand this truth. At this time, the effect of the toxin had already begun to be revealed in the actions of the two, and after the first blow of the evenly matched, the next movements of the two seemed a little chaotic. The sound of daggers intersecting kept coming, sometimes big and sometimes small, as if to indicate that it was difficult for the two of them to control their strength at this time. In this fast-paced attack and defense, the little bit of physical strength that I had just recovered was exhausted in a few seconds.

The reason why he was able to stand and swing a knife was completely out of the killer's instinct. On the other hand, the brain can not think so much, and even let distracting thoughts continue to flow from everywhere. Nangong Wang suddenly remembered what he had said about killers and dead soldiers, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

Isn't what I'm doing at this time just like a dead man? Obviously he should have survived no matter what, but at this moment, he was still thinking about other things.

While thinking about it, he casually swung away a knife swung by Nangong Qian, taking advantage of the situation to divert the opponent's center of gravity, and holding the handle of the knife with his backhand to prepare to make a move. At this moment, he suddenly realized that there was something more in front of him! It was a small white hand, coming straight from the bottom to the top. The four fingers that were joined together grew bigger and closer in the field of vision.

Nangong Qian's right hand, which has been empty, is finally used!

At this time, the right hand that has been hidden is used? Nangong Wang almost applauded his sister's forbearance and decisiveness. I didn't use my right hand for attacking before, no matter how bad the situation was, but I used it until the enemy got used to it. If it were someone else, Nangong Qian's blow was definitely impeccable.

However, Nangong Wang has not ignored this.

Not only that, but he also knows the back hand of this move, because all the opponent's fighting skills are taught by him. He knew that in this posture, the backhand stabbing upwards could only be a "standard hand", and the target was the throat. And this is probably a hundred secrets, she seems to have forgotten that both sides of the battle are wearing a metal collar, Nangong Wang doesn't even need to make too much dodge action, just use the collar to meet her fingers.

It's just that it's too disrespectful for a nirvana aimed at reversal. Nangong looked back slightly, and at the same time, his upper body turned slightly sideways, intending to completely dodge this blow before continuing. But at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright light.

In the quaint bracer on Nangong Qian's right wrist, a sharp blade suddenly stretched out!

Wrist Blade!

At this moment, Nangong Wang remembered the gift he gave her a long time ago. It was a bracer that could also pop out a blade. On that rainy night, the bracer was destroyed by his own hands. Three years later, however, he saw a reproduced version in his sister's hands. Although the appearance is slightly different, the function is 100% restored.

Is this nostalgia, or is it karma? Nangong Wang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At this distance, he lost his center of gravity, and even the most powerful host could not escape the harvest of death. The cold tip of the knife stabbed the target accurately, and with the rotation of the wrist, it slashed to the side, just like the knife she left on her eldest brother's forehead on a rainy night three years ago.

Same.

At this moment, both of them clearly heard the sound of something shattering.

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