The originally soft ball of rope actually began to gradually harden at this moment, at first it seemed to be made of silicone, and then later, it was like a hot iron rod, constantly stretching to both sides.

At that time, I had just swallowed the blood beads, and the blood in my heart was churning, and the burning meaning was churning from my stomach to all parts of my body.

Under the stimulation of such heat, the pain in my wound was hidden a little, and it didn't seem to be so painful.

And the stick was so hot that it was in my hand, but it didn't sting.

I don't know why, at this moment, I suddenly had an indescribable feeling, as if this thing and I inexplicably had a feeling of heart-to-heart and breath.

It's amazing, it's not dead, it's like life.

I even had the illusion that it was my third hand.

Or, the third leg.

This one......

An indescribable wonderful feeling made me no longer hesitate and fear when I was in a desperate situation, and the power was rushing in my meridians and acupoints, so that I gave birth to a little determination to fight out of thin air, and the courage to face everything, and in the next second, the pile of ropes was fully extended, turning into a hot and hard stick, and it was at this time that I heard a sound that made my teeth ache, and then I finally saw the light again.

That stick tore the belly of the crocodile beast that swallowed me directly and stretched it open.

Blood was flying, and I grabbed the hot red stick and jumped out of the crocodile's belly as if reborn, and before I could take two breaths of fresh air, I heard a loud shout from beside me: "Give me death." ”

I followed the prestige, but I saw that Ma Yiao was still fighting with Qiu Wendong, but unlike just now, in addition to Qiu Wendong, there was a short man next to him.

This short man is no more than one meter five tall, five short in stature, with a big head and a thick neck, and a very obscene appearance.

However, his methods seem to be much more fierce than Qiu Wendong, holding a Xueliang short knife in each hand, looking as if it is a Japanese small knife, dancing up and down, specializing in the next three roads, forcing Ma Yiao to be very embarrassed, looking at the danger everywhere, as if he is about to fall - judging from the current situation, this is likely to be the fake devil called "Yang Yong" in the mouths of Qiu Wendong and the smiling tiger, and the strength is estimated to be worth two Qiu Wendong.

It is this situation that makes that irascible guy even if he is dissatisfied, but he can only nag behind his back.

These two joined forces, so that Ma Yiao was a little embarrassed, but it was just embarrassed, Ma Yiao did his best to pass on the true inheritance of the master, a solid karma, the door was closed, and the other two did not give the other two half a chance, and when I broke free from the belly of this crocodile beast, then Qiu Wendong found that I was not dead, but as before, he let go of the siege of Ma Yiao, screamed, and pounced on me.

This man seems to be full of resentment, and he has to fight me to the death.

If it had been before, I might have turned around and fled, but when I was in the crocodile's belly just now, after I swallowed the blood bead in my lower abdomen, not only was my whole body hot and sweating like pulp, but even my whole personality became manic, and even the pain and bleeding that had scared me before became less important at this moment, but instead stimulated the source of my ferocity.

At this moment, even if I don't look in the mirror, I can know how murderous and terrifying the expression on my face is, and the scene in my eyes is even red for a while, red as a drop of blood, dyeing the whole world into a bloody color.

Life and death are downbeat, and if you don't accept it, you will do it.

Yes......

With a roar, I raised the hot stick in my hand and threw myself at the fierce, angry fellow.

After running a few steps, Qiu Wendong had already revealed his true appearance, and was the first to make a move, picking up the cold and snowy chopping knife, pulling out a knife flower, reflecting the distant palace lamp candle flame into my eyes, a brilliant light, and then the blade turned, and slashed towards my body.

I had special training in Yangcheng Courtyard, under the guidance of Ma Yiao, not to practice any fist and foot routines, but to clarify the meaning of fighting, in bravery, in sensitivity, in calmness, always grasp the opponent's offensive, and in a short moment, make the most correct judgment.

The routines in the real national art are actually more to help you make subconscious judgments.

Clang!

Seeing the opponent's long knife coming, I gave up the first stick to drink, because I could feel that the opponent's knife was definitely faster than my long stick, so I stretched out the long stick and hit the ground, blocking the opponent's fierce slash.

The knives and sticks collided, and the sound of metal "buzzed", and my hands felt the power transmitted by the stick.

It was terrifying, trembling slightly, and even made my hands a little numb.

But even so, the fiery stick stuck in the rocky ground, and did not retreat a point.

I blocked the opponent's hard blow.

At this moment, my confidence suddenly surged, because I felt that when the power penetrated my whole body, I seemed to have the whole world, and my confidence was accumulating layer by layer, so that I no longer had the previous mentality of cowering, timidity and fear, and the depression that had accumulated in my heart these days was also swept away.

Come on, you're going to kill someone, aren't you?

You're going to kill me, right?

Come!

Let's have a good fight......

At the beginning, Qiu Wendong was still on the offensive, fierce as a tiger out of the cage, wanting to overwhelm me in momentum, and then destroy the decay, and kill me, but I never thought that although I was a fledgling small role, I was not inferior to the other party in terms of momentum, shouting and scolding in my hometown, and then raised the stick.

The knives and sticks exchanged knives and sticks, and the two sides fought together, and it seemed inseparable, but when the chopping knife and the long stick in my hand exchanged blows for a few rounds, the situation changed.

The mountain knife seemed to be extremely sharp, frosty, but it fell on the long stick, as if striking iron, sparks burst out, but after a few strokes, the knife actually began to dull, and then after the two of them fought with all their strength, the mountain knife was like a crisp cake, from the tip of the knife back to one-third, directly broken.

As soon as the mountain chopping knife broke, Qiu Wendong was shocked and shouted loudly: "What is the origin of your stick?" ”

His question is really ridiculous, don't say that I look confused and don't know anything, even if I know, so what, at this time of life and death, is it possible that I will kindly remind him that it will not work?

I don't have the habit of distracting myself by talking while fighting, and I just go up with a stick and continue to tap without any hesitation.

After a few rounds of fighting, the chopping knife in Qiu Wendong's hand was broken again, and this point in his hand was like a short wooden stick, and he didn't dare to fight with me anymore at the moment.

At this moment, he no longer had the same ferocity as before, but shouted loudly: "Okay, you poisonous little cub, with the weapon in your hand to bully people, what is this?" ”

I didn't answer him, but followed closely, approaching him with a single lunge, and then slamming my stick down.

The stick was aimed at the guy's head, and he didn't think that his reaction was extremely fast, and he suddenly flashed, avoiding the vital point, but the fiery red stick still smashed the other party's shoulder.

Bang!

But he heard a tooth-sore sound, Qiu Wendong's backward body suddenly tilted and fell to the ground.

And the long stick intersected with his shoulder, and the crimson temperature instantly ignited the yellow hair on his shoulder, and the intersection was even darker, like a brand, and Qiu Wendong rolled in pain.

At this time, I finally realized that this soft and hard thing in my hand is a treasure.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

I didn't delay too much time, hit the snake and stick on, continue to move forward, Qiu Wendong hit me with a stick, half of my arm was pitch black, rolled a few times, and then extinguished the flames on my body, at this moment I could only roll on the ground in embarrassment, avoiding my stormy stick, and then begged loudly for mercy: "Yang Yong, Mr. Yang, save me ......"

The dwarf who was fighting with Ma Yiao turned his head and stared at me, making me feel like I was falling into an ice cave, as if a basin of ice water had fallen from my head.

However, he did not come over immediately, but snorted coldly and continued to fight with Ma Yiao.

I went down with a few sticks in a row, one of which hit Qiu Wendong's right leg, directly discounting his leg, Qiu Wendong felt the threat of his life, and finally let go of all his face, and shouted like a pig: "Mr. Honma, Mr. Masaka Honma, please save me......"

He shouted like this, and I learned the Japanese name of the short man, which was Masaki Honma.

Probably hearing that Qiu Wendong really couldn't bear it, the dwarf made a ruthless move, and after forcing Ma Yiao to retreat, his body spun, but he pounced on me.

At this time, the heat in my body had climbed to the extreme, and it suddenly rose into the air, and it was a stick down.

Burst......

The stick hit Qiu Wendong's head right on, and the fluffy and ugly skull suddenly bloomed, and the brains splattered, and then I rolled to the side, avoiding the attack of the short man.

Ma Yiao came at the right time, stood in front of me, and protected me.

Seeing that Qiu Wendong, who was knocked to death by me, regained his original appearance as a bearded man, Honma Masaka gritted his teeth and roared angrily: "Baga! ”

After that, he took out a black thing from his arms, and smiled maliciously: "You want this weak water? Dream on! ”

Before the words fell, the black stone-like thing fell into the small pool full of weak water, and then the small pool that was originally full of fairy spirit suddenly steamed, like boiling water, and then the white mist instantly twisted, turning into billowing smoke, and emitted a very pungent smell.

Yes......

When I saw that the hope of crossing the catastrophe was instantly shattered, my heart ached, my face turned red, and I flew towards the pool, but unexpectedly a hand reached out from behind me and grabbed me.

This man was Ma Yiao, and he shouted angrily at me, "Don't die? ”