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Cheng Nuo's hand that wrapped his fist tightened, and immediately there was a crisp sound of bones, and the musket couldn't help but gasp, swallowing back all the words he wanted to say, and his face was even more painful.

However, compared to the larger teapot, the resistance of the musket is obviously much higher, and it resists hard without making a sound.

But after resisting for a while, Cheng Nuo's hand twisted, and the musket only felt that his entire arm was becoming misaligned, so he couldn't help but cry out anymore. Cheng Nuo pulled again, and the body of the musket involuntarily leaned forward.

Cheng Nuo raised his right foot and kicked it squarely in the chest of the musket.

With another "bang" and a "pop", the musket let out another muffled snort, and its body flew backwards into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Cheng Nuo's reaction finally came to an end.

"Master Gun!" Even the large teapot huddled aside looked straight at it.

Artillery's brows furrowed: "Musket, how are you?" ”

The musket struggled to get up, his face flushed, pointed at Cheng Nuo, and coughed up a mouthful of blood violently.

The artillery turned his head, and a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes: "Boy, you are very heavy!" ”

"Uh," Cheng Nuo's expression brought out a bit of innocence, he was indeed innocent, and his body was completely out of his control just now: "I just started practicing today, and I didn't have a good grasp of the strength." ”

Not far away, the musket's face was red again.

"Okay, you kid has a kind of..."The artillery looked at Cheng Nuo: "I have been an artillery for so many years, and I have seen many people on land and sea, and I am the first one who is as crazy as you..."

"Artillery," the musket hissed, "give me the knife!" ”

The artillery looked at One-eyed Ying, who was expressionless.

The artillery untied the knife hanging on his waist and threw it over with the sheath: "If you want to bring a knife, you don't have to bring a 'gun' in this place, don't you have to use a knife now?" ”

The big teapot ran to the artillery with his arm in his arms, his eyes were awake, and he didn't dare to get to the angry musket: "Cannon, cannon, let's not use the knife, in case of human life..."

The artillery didn't look at him, he pulled it out casually and pushed it on the injured arm of the big teapot: "Stay aside, and cut you down again." ”

The big teapot almost fainted from the pain, and kept looking into the door.

"Shan, uh, this..."Cheng Nuo looked at Shan Yanying, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't find a suitable name: "Actually, we are here to do business, I don't think there is any need to delay time in this matter..."

One-eyed eyes flashed.

"Delay a fart!" The musket took the knife in his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled out the long knife, pulled out a knife flower and rushed over directly: "Now you know that you are afraid?" It's late! I'd like to see if your fists are hard or my knives are hard! ”

"The musket is going to use the kung fu to press the bottom of the box," the artillery said: "This guy learned to be a Changmen fast knife before, I heard that his master still wanted him to inherit the master, but this kid was not born a good thing, and he actually found an opportunity to kill his master... Hey..."

In the pirate's den for a long time, this kind of thing is simply normal, and these people don't think about it at all, whether they say it or listen to it, they only regard this incident as an interesting story.

"Don't kill people..."One-eyed Ying said indifferently, and her eyes behind the lenses were indifferent, and she couldn't see what she was thinking.

I don't know if the musket heard it, a trace of bloodthirsty hideousness flashed on his face, and he walked forward quickly, the long knife in his hand kept changing, and he matched the pace of progress with a little knife flower.

Seeing a dazzling sword light coming, Cheng Nuo kept jumping out of his heart with thoughts such as "dodge away" and "this is a real knife", but as the musket entered two meters in front of him, a familiar and unfamiliar sense of danger jumped again.

"Die!" The musket shouted, and the body rose into the air, and the blade pulled out an afterimage, with the sound of breaking the sky.

"Chopper!" There was a hint of shock in the artillery eyes: "The musket has advanced two points in this fast knife." ”

Cheng Nuo did not move.

"This kid still doesn't move?" The artillery said: "Doesn't he still want to pick it up with his fists?" ”

The blade of the knife is down in the chest!

Cheng Nuo didn't make a move, but closed his eyes.

"Close your eyes now? It's late! The artillery said: "It seems that this kid has only practiced outside the door for two days, and he was just careless when he hit the musket just now, and now the musket is serious, this kid is dead!" ”

"Bang!" The musket slashed Cheng Nuo's chest.

The look on the cannon's face was as I expected.

A bloodthirsty glow flashed on the monocular lenses.

The big teapot couldn't help but scream.

The musket eyes revealed a thick fierceness, and the fast knife in his hand did not stop because of the slash, but when he saw the knife flying, bang, seven or eight times in a row, all of them were slashed on Cheng Nuo's body.

If you can zoom in and take a closer look, these knives are all slashed in the same place.

"Eight knives! The musket actually stabbed eight times in one go! That kid is dead..."The cannon sighed, looked at the two figures that remained motionless, and turned to One-eyed Ying: "Sister Ying, don't blame the musket for being merciless, this quick knife is borrowed from that habit, and he can't stop if he wants to, otherwise he will be injured." ”

One-eyed Ying didn't speak, her eyes still fixed on the field.

The artillery continued: "Actually, it's nothing to die, don't look at this is not Dragon City, the people of the yamen don't want to take care of things... Now don't say it's in Foshan, it's the entire Qing Dynasty, as long as you don't mess with foreigners, no one cares about what you do. ”

"Iron Shirt?" One-eyed Ying suddenly spat out a few words.

"What?" The artillery was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look.

The musket still maintained a posture of holding the knife and looked at the opponent, but his expression was no longer fierce and confident in front of the knife, but was replaced by shock. And Cheng Nuo, who should have been split in half and his chest should have been split open, only had a crack in his clothes, his expression was indifferent, and there was not even a single mark on the exposed skin.

"It can't be!" The artillery couldn't help but shout: "This is a demon knife I got from Dongying, sharpening iron like clay... Even an iron cloth shirt can't stop it! ”

Uh, I'm sorry, what you said was an iron cloth shirt that didn't practice at home, and the Yan Zhendong brand iron cloth shirt that was blessed by loopholes is so good.

"Iron Shirt?" The musket standing opposite Cheng Nuo obviously recognized this kung fu.

Cheng Nuo let out a breath, and to be honest, the scolding index in his heart was no less than the musket on the other side. As a person who has physical strength, but still has this preparation in his heart, it is indeed very excessive to ask him not to dodge or dodge in the face of the rushing sword light.

Just closing his eyes just now, not being scared to pee is already a manifestation of Cheng Nuo's excellent psychological quality.

Fortunately, this iron cloth shirt is really powerful.

The musket swallowed, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes, but then he was replaced by madness.

"Stop!" One-eyed Ying stepped forward.

Not to mention one-eyed Ying, Cheng Nuo doesn't control his body well now. As soon as the one-eyed English voice fell, Cheng Nuo had already taken a step forward uncontrollably, reaching out to grab the musket.