Chapter 971: The Line Between Life and Death

Genius remembered for a second, "Love โ™‚ รท small? Say โ†’', provide you with wonderful novels to read. Two people besieging one person, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, it is shameful.

People in the rivers and lakes pay attention to fair duels with hatred, but you can't fight because your own skills are not good, and you can't complain about others.

Therefore, although Wu Meng has been bullied by Han Che, he never thought of summoning a bunch of masters to kill Han Che.

What's more, it's the killer world, and killing people never looks for friends to be with.

But today she was really angry, she felt that Han Che was a madman, and he was still a madman with extremely strong martial arts, and if she didn't get rid of him, she wouldn't want to live in peace in this life.

Therefore, her killing intent value is also terrible.

The style is not different from her, the wind is a secret guard, and the guards pay attention to teamwork, he cooperates with Yushun, I don't know how many people have been killed.

Tiange is also a sect that is both good and evil, how can it care about the rules of the rivers and lakes.

"All grievances, this time settled together. Every time we meet, there are fights, and I get annoyed too. Wumeng said indifferently and ruthlessly.

When Han Che heard this, his heart became even more angry, and his figure changed faster.

The forces of the two sides were almost at a stalemate, Wumeng and Feng couldn't hurt Han Che, and Han Che was busy dodging and didn't have a chance to backhand.

However, this situation was broken all at once.

Wumeng has two of them, it doesn't mean that Han Che doesn't have them.

The white-clothed guards who had been sent by Han Che to check on Wumeng's ship returned.

"Little boy!" Seeing that Han Che was caught between the two masters and made a fatal move, the white-clothed guard was frightened, and he picked up his sword and joined in. ใ€ๆ„›โ†‘ๅŽปโ–ณๅฐโ†“่ชชโ–ณ็ถฒ Qu ใ€‘

Like a tiger with wings, Han Che jumped behind Wumeng, regardless of the fatal sword that the wind hit him.

Wu Meng turned around and saw Han Che's eyes shining brightly, with a frightening coldness, extremely complicated and contradictory.

If he doesn't dodge again, the sword of Feng Tuo will really kill him.

Han Che is not a fool, is there a conspiracy for him to do this.

Before Wu Meng had time to think about it, her shoulder blade had been grabbed by Han Che, and she turned around and kicked back, but instead of kicking Han Che off, he grabbed the shoulder blade and lifted it up.

Wumeng had to admit that there was still a distance between her and Han Che's kung fu.

Of course, it's not that she has poor kung fu, it's not that Han Che is too perverted.

The two of her and Feng Diao were sandwiched, and I am afraid that no one in this world will survive except Han Che, and he not only survived, but also remained unharmed.

Who gave birth to this pervert, I really doubt that he is not human.

Wu Meng struggled twice, waiting for Feng Tuo's sword to come down, but when Feng Tuo's fatal consistency was about to be inserted into Han Che's chest, the other sword successfully blocked Han Che's chest, and with a crisp sound of "Xuan", Feng Tuo's sword tip was blocked, but his sword qi still shook Han Che dozens of meters away.

Han Che grabbed Wumeng in his hand, and the two of them were thrown into the swamp behind the woods.

A thought crossed Wu Meng's heart, Han Che didn't even want to let her go. ใ€ๆ„›โ†‘ๅŽปโ–ณๅฐโ†“่ชชโ–ณ็ถฒ Qu ใ€‘

This thought scared her, could she not escape this person in her life?

When the white-clothed guard saw that his little boy was shaken away, he immediately chased after him like lightning.

Feng Tuo was also dumbfounded, but he didn't expect Han Che to be hurt himself rather than let go of Wumeng, what kind of mentality is this.

Han Che and Wumeng fell into the swamp and were trapped by the sticky muddy water, and it was impossible for them to get their internal forces out.

I just felt that my body was slowly falling.

Han Che's big palm was still clasping Wumeng's shoulder blades, extremely hard, as if he was slightly loose, Wumeng would no longer be able to hold it.

Wumeng's brows furrowed in pain, and she felt that her shoulder blades were about to be crushed.

Both of them were stuck in the swamp mud from waist up.

The white-clothed guard arrived first, and without saying a word, he handed the sword scabbard to Han Che, Han Che stretched out his other hand to hold the scabbard, and the white-clothed guard tried his best to lift Han Che out, but only moved his body a little.

The white-clothed guard shouted anxiously: "Little boy, let the Wumeng girl go, so that both of you will not die." โ€

Han Che's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't let go of the palm that was holding Wumeng.

Wumeng shouted: "You let go of me, you scratch me, if you catch it again, my hand will be wasted, I would rather die than waste this hand." โ€

Wu Meng knew in his heart how deadly this swamp was, no matter how strong a person was, he couldn't resist the natural earth.

One year when she returned from Training Island, she saw a ranger fall into the swamp, and she almost put herself in it in a kind attempt to save him.

Later, when she entered and exited the training island, she would carefully avoid the swamp.

It's just that I didn't expect that some things are doomed, and you can't hide from them.

She wanted to fight to the death with Han Che, this time she had to have a result, even if she died, she would have to die with ambition, she would never have imagined such a situation.

Wu Meng really wanted to say sourly: "The world is impermanent!" โ€

"Don't move, do you want to die quickly?" Han Che turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes sparkling with a hint of worry.

It was rare for Wumeng to see the panic in his eyes.

No matter how strong a strong man is, he will still be afraid of death.

"If you don't let go of me, you want to die quickly, if you don't let me go, I'll pull you to die together, damn it, revenge for your insults to me so many times, it's enough." Wu Meng really went to catch Han Che as he spoke, and the whole person was on him.

The two of them stuck together, increasing the speed of the slide.

Wu Meng hooked Han Che's waist with his two feet, and made up his mind not to let go, unless he broke his leg.

She glared at Han Che as if she was angry, and Han Che also glared at her: "Stupid woman, people seek to live rather than die." โ€

He held the scabbard of the white-clothed guard and exerted his strength again, and the speed at which he lifted it was not as fast as the mud descended.

Damn, they were too unlucky to land right in this muddy whirlpool.

Feng Tuo also rushed over, and also handed over the scabbard, now it doesn't matter what kind of fight, let's rescue people first.

The problem was that the two men trapped in the mud simply did not have an empty hand to catch his scabbard.

Wumeng was clasped with one hand, hooked Han Che with the other, and his two feet were wrapped around Han Che's waist like vines.

Han Che held Wumeng in one hand and the scabbard handed over by the white-clothed guard in the other, and there was no empty hand.

Feng Tuo was a little speechless: "Wumeng, you really want to die, let go, catch it, I'll pull you up." โ€

Wumeng was unwilling, she didn't want to let go of Han Che, as soon as she let go, Han Che might be pulled up by the little guard, wouldn't she be wronged if she didn't pull it up and die.

She completely forgot that it was Han Che who had been holding on to her just now and didn't let go.

Of course, she didn't think that Han Che was saving her, he felt that Han Che was a pervert, and he wouldn't let her go when he was dying.

Han Che looked at her calmly: "Do you want to die or live?" โ€

They kept sliding, and the mud was now almost to his chest, and Han Che even felt that he couldn't breathe.

He can't die, he hasn't done much, he can't die in this way.

He can also not die, as long as he gives up Wumeng, with his ability, it is not impossible to get out of this mud.

He never let go, because he didn't want to give up on her, but if she wanted to die, he wouldn't hold on to it anymore. Reading, a better reading experience.