The body was twisting subconsciously, and the irregular curve just brushed the body, almost rubbing the skin and leaving a shallow scratch. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Such a curve is like a whip, and the distance and trajectory are completely out of control.

But the hand after the attack was still beside him, constantly swinging with the undulation of the body, and the hand was empty.

Ye Que frowned slightly, and only made a straight line defense of arm length, such a curved attack was really unguardable, especially when the distance could not be determined.

The arm waved again, the curvilinear attack approached again, and the night lack dodged again, and his feet were backing back again and again.

Rubbing his body again, another small wound appeared, and Ye Que could clearly feel the cold sharpness on his body.

Step by step, the other party is also approaching step by step.

The more you step back, the more often the opponent's arm is swung up. From the first two or three steps once, to the current one step two or three times.

The attack of turning the corner made it impossible for Ye Que to get close at all, even if it was rare to find the slightest opportunity, but before he could take a step, the opponent could draw on the ground in front of his feet

Deep scars.

No matter how much the frequency increases, it may not be able to cause any pressure on the lack of night, but the long and thin curves are constantly intertwined in the air, gradually forming a large net, which will be night

The whole thing is missing, and I cover it inside.

can't get out of the net formed by the attack, just like a rabbit in a cage, you can only let the other party wreak havoc.

is dodging, and is constantly retreating, but the other party is also constantly approaching. The wounds on his body kept increasing, and although they were all small, they were densely packed all over his body, and if he looked closely, it was like being thrown into a whirlwind full of blades.

The two of them had been keeping a certain distance, not far away, not close, just enough for the night to be completely shrouded in all attacks. It's not that I haven't thought about getting away, but every time I have a little thought, I can be completely killed by the other party.

There was no chance to shoot at all, just blindly dodging, and even Qiu and Xiang Lan, who were watching, couldn't bear to turn their heads. Xiang Lan's clenched fist was almost bloody, and it kept shaking slightly out of anger. I have the heart to go up to help, but I know very well that my participation will only cause a greater burden to the night shortage, so I can only give up again and again. Tears flowed uncontrollably, and my lips had been bitten out of blood.

Ye Que was shrouded in the net of the attack and could not get out, and he could not have any other movements except dodge, and the effect of dodging was not satisfactory.

Passively letting the other party be unscrupulous about oneself, this is not the style of the night shortage.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he forced his subconscious dodge action to pounce on the trajectory of the attack without hesitation, and in the face of the ruthless curve, Ye Que greeted him.

Beads of blood fluttered in the air, and blood burst out of his chest.

A hand with a slight metallic luster remained, and it was thrust into Ye Que's chest.

It was like a sharp knife, poking straight at Ye Que's body.

The palms of the palms that were close together were inserted into nearly a quarter, and the muscles that had already broken through the night were already missing, and they hit the ribs hard.

I wanted to continue, but I couldn't move forward, and Ye Que's hand had already vigorously grasped the wrist that was pierced into his chest.

Maybe there is no bone to block, maybe there is no night to grasp in time when attacked, the whole body may be penetrated by this hand, or maybe it is just inserted into the body, but all the organs in the body are messed up.

If you can't continue to insert it, you can either take advantage of the situation to cut the body away, or withdraw your hand to avoid the position of the bone and insert it anew.

While the idea was formed in my mind, I wanted to move my arms, but I found that my wrists were firmly controlled by a strong force, and I couldn't move at all.

Ye Que held the other party's wrist very hard, maybe out of anger, maybe because of pain.

The wrist held in the hand is very thin, the thickest is no more than the thumb, but the whole is elongated.

The incapacitated hand, like a stretched dough, hung weakly on the ground, holding the other's arm from a distance.

It's the arm that can be extended freely.,It's no wonder that the distance can suddenly increase when attacking.,After the attack.,It's back to the original state immediately.,It looks like usual.,But it's hard to guard against.。

Ye Que pinched the part that was held in his hand hard, and he didn't hear the sound of bones breaking, weak and boneless, like pinching a ball of plasticine, very soft, very soft, no matter how hard he tried in his palm, he could slowly return to his original state, and he was long implicated in the other party, and he drooped softly, looking at the mountain from a distance, it was like a whip thrown out and grabbed by Ye Que, no wonder it had such a curve thickness. If you know a little bit more, you may be able to throw a right-angle attack.

The part held in the hand was not stable, and Ye Que could faintly feel a slight squirming.

Just glanced at it quickly, there was no original skin color and muscles, and instead it was like the existence of minced meat, but it had a certain form, constantly wriggling, and constantly getting thicker. And the other party was also slowly walking towards the night, and the originally free hand began to faintly exude a metallic luster.

The existence of minced meat, and the ability to keep squirming, such a scene is very familiar, as if I have seen it more than once.

It's the ball, it's the inexplicable body of the ball that can turn into such a disgusting existence.

Looking at the face like a ball, the disgusting touch in his hand, Ye Qian's brows furrowed slightly.

The other party came very slowly, and his extended arm was also in a state of minced meat, which was getting thicker.

Ye Que stretched out his hands and pulled hard suddenly, and his fleshy arms were pulled very thin under the effect of force, but they couldn't keep it. When the power passes, it can return to its original state.

Once, twice, Ye Que tried hard to use his own strength to break the pull in his hand, but again and again in vain. The use of power caused blood to burst out of his chest again and again.

The corners of the other party's mouth rose slightly, and the pace became slower and slower, as if he was appreciating the desperate struggle of the night shortage. The remaining arm was also slowly stretched by his side, and the sharp palm hung down on the ground, dragging out a deep scratch.

"Woo~~~" This is the roar of the villagers who have become no human and no ghosts.

The small holes made by the balls in the wall seemed to provide an outlet for the crowd, and they all crowded towards the one-person exit.

The jagged bricks at the entrance of the cave were squeezed and fell, and the area was enlarged in a short period of time.

The crowding is getting worse and worse, and the hole is getting bigger and bigger, and the arms behind them can be clearly seen, whimpering one after another, and the faces that make people feel a little sick begin to slowly drill out of the hole.

In a hurry, half of the body or half of the head was stuck in the hole, and due to excessive impact or friction, it had already lost its original appearance.

Just squeezed out, due to unsteady footsteps or tripping, lying on the ground for a while unable to get up, the crowd squeezed out behind them did not hesitate to step on their bodies, and the weak bodies were trampled to pieces by many chaotic footsteps.

The foul-smelling pus, blackened blood plasma and the broken flesh were mixed together, and they spread out a large piece of nonsense, mercilessly emitting a strong stench around them, and occasionally you could see an unbroken eyeball rolling with difficulty in the chaotic footsteps.

A large group, squeezing out of the breach in a steady stream, staggered slowly like a drunk, and pounced towards Ye Que and the others.

The slight sneer was full of cruelty, and the raised hand knife slashed at the night gap again.

Grabbing the opponent's arm seems to take the initiative, but for additional attacks, the range of dodges is greatly reduced.

Trying to move the pace, the range of movement is obviously not enough, and the arc gracefully crosses the body of the night.

You can dodge, but you can't dodge completely.

The muscles of the arm were sliced open by the blade, revealing deep wounds that could be seen in the bones, and dazzling blood flowers bloomed in the air again.

A scream came to Xiang Lan, full of pain and grief, and he watched the battlefield very intently, completely ignoring the crowd that slowly surged towards him.

The effect of the blow was still slightly satisfied, and he let the blood beads drip from his fingertips, and danced his arm out again.

It's ruthless and fast, if the night lacks the same dodge range, maybe this time he will hand over his life.

If you let go of the hand that was restrained by you, you can perfectly dodge this attack. But after dodging this blow, he will be greeted by twice as much rage, and in the end, he will only extend his life a little.

Ye Que moved, almost without even thinking about it, raised his hands slightly, turned around slightly, and met his chest towards the knife light.

There was an unexpectedly deep wound on his chest, and the arm that was clenched by both hands also broke free from the restraint and was cut off by his own hand knife.

There was no blood gushing out of the fracture, but the neat incision was slowly surging around, like a lot of wriggling maggots trying to break out.

The other party was only slightly stunned, and then shook it hard, and retracted the arm that was hanging on the ground like a whip.

The arms returned to their normal appearance, but the palms were gone.

Slightly raised his arm in front of him, looked at his wound very carefully, there was no trace of bloodshed, and there were many wriggling bumps on the bare hand pole, which made people's scalp numb.

Ye Que straightened his body slightly, and slowly pulled out the palm that was inserted in his body.

Ye Que could clearly feel the hardness and sharpness of the palm, cold as a knife.

The extraction was slow, and every time it moved, a large amount of blood gushed out, and it was hard to imagine that Ye Qian, who had such severe pain, had no change in his expression except that his face was a little pale.