Chapter 013: Suicide

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Maybe he should drop the sentence 'don't bully the poor boy' sonorously, so as to be in line with the temperament of the traverser, in the end, Liu Zihong still resisted this impulse and threw out the messy thoughts.

Turning his head to look at Chen Wolf, this small pebble that stood in his way, it was better for him to step over or kick it away.

"It seems that your master doesn't cherish your life very much, if I don't take it seriously, you won't have a good time in the rest of your life!" Liu Zihong said to Chen Wolf with a sincere face.

is not a graduate of the Department of Architecture, has no relevant knowledge, and Liu Zihong doesn't know what the principle is, anyway, his words can be passed on, which once again caused the following abuse and ridicule.

His face twitched, Chen Wolf knew that Liu Zihong was right, and it was a fact, only by showing his value and making the young master happy, could he guarantee his current status and even go further, so he decided to kill the guy in front of him.

"If you don't talk nonsense and don't want to die, I'll give you a chance to beg for mercy now, if Gongzi Wei lets you go, I don't mind sparing your life!" Chen Wolf rebuked in a fierce voice.

Wei Chengqi showed a smile on his face under the stage, and thought to himself in his heart: "Although this kid's strength is low, his loyalty is true, go back and give him some rewards." ”

Naturally, the audience didn't come to see the two of them chatting, if it weren't for the possibility of death, characters like Chen Wolf and Liu Zihong, they wouldn't look at it when they knelt on the side of the road, but it was possible to put their feet on their feet.

In the urging voice, Chen Wolf moved his body, and the fire system yuan force in his body burst out, and he could see the flames burning on his fist, as a martial artist, it was not easy to do this.

Liu Zihong took two steps back to stabilize his body, Grandpa Tai once said that he despised the enemy strategically and attached importance to the enemy tactically, and the Jiuyang True Qi in his body had begun to operate at full strength, so that the clothes on his body trembled slightly.

"Look at that guy shaking, he won't be scared to pee directly!" The following discussion came, and he did not hide his contempt at all.

With his left hand behind his back, his right hand hooked his fingers at Chen Wolf, and turned into a tiger fist starter, and there was a faint tiger roar, like a hungry tiger descending the mountain, and his momentum rose suddenly.

The master behind Wei Chengqi, although he felt that something was wrong, but he had not yet touched the level of momentum, as for Chen Wolf did not feel it at all, this is like you give a newborn baby and show your high-level skills, and it will not be effective at all.

The resentful Chen Wolf, the shot was a killing move, and his legs kicked directly towards Liu Zihong's neck with a phantom, kicking out eighteen legs in a row, which looked huge, but was completely blocked.

Standing still, Liu Zihong shook his hand, except for some shoe prints, this ignition energy is not enough to hurt himself at all, but this guy's strength is not small.

Licking his lips, a hint of viciousness flashed in Chen Wolf's eyes, this guy has actually become a lot stronger, and he moved his body, and it seems that the hidden things are about to be taken out.

The two sides fought together again, Liu Zihong was at a disadvantage, and so far he had not taken the initiative to attack, but in the face of Chen Wolf's stormy attack, the guard was not leaky, but it was quite the true meaning of Jiuyang's divine skills.

More than 20 rounds have passed in an instant, and the people below have applauded Chen Wolf, but after a long time, they can't help but feel a little bored, and they began to scold Liu Zihong for being a turtle with a shrunken head.

Before the voice fell, Chen Wolf had a flame in one leg, brushed along Liu Zihong's cheek, and burned off a few hairs, Liu Zihong grabbed his ankle and gently pulled it behind him, Chen Wolf couldn't help it, and fell to the side.

At the moment when the two sides passed by, a dagger half a foot long suddenly appeared on the thigh, he was a student in his previous life, and he didn't experience the sinister heart of the human heart too much in this life, Liu Zihong knew that the other party was vicious to such an extent, from the chest to the left arm, leaving a long wound, if it didn't flash quickly, it would be crippled.

Finally saw the blood, the onlookers below applauded, Zhuo Wenxuan stood up suddenly, and just took two steps forward, he was stopped: "A few sons, don't break the rules!"

"If Zihong is a bit bad, I will also let people know, what are the rules!" Ma Feixiong's face was gloomy, and the folding fan had already become two, he was not a waste material like Zhuo Wenxuan and others, but a real martial artist, a martial artist of the Seven Mansions of the Wind and Fire Dual Lineage, who was more than Chen Wolf to make two levels, and even the man in black beside Wei Chengqi was just a martial artist of the Second Mansion.

Hearing Ma Feixiong's voice, the voice at the scene instantly lowered, Liu Zihong turned around, smiled at a few people, signaled that he was fine, and his face was completely cold when he turned around.

Quickly clicked a few big holes, stabilized the injury, although it looked scary, but it didn't hurt the root, straightened up again, originally just intended to give a lesson, but now it seems that it can't be good.

Looking at Liu Zihong's eyes, Chen Wolf suddenly remembered that when he was about to be strangled to death some time ago, the other party had this kind of look, and he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

Long Xinghu step, Liu Zihong began to take the initiative to attack for the first time, the so-called code does not move like a mountain, and if it moves, the hungry tiger goes down the mountain, and slashes Chen Wolf's shoulder, and even the people in the audience can hear the sound of broken bones.

"Chen Wolf, you are a waste, kill him for Lao Tzu!" Wei Chengqi was not good at speaking by himself, but the little brother next to him had no worries, and looking at Wei Gongzi's gloomy face, he immediately jumped out to express his opinion.

Feeling the sharp pain coming from his left shoulder, Chen Wolf was also ruthless, and with a strong heat in his body, he bumped into Liu Zihong, and I don't know when, two short swords the size of a palm had appeared under his armpits.

Feeling the stabbing pain in his chest again, maybe his ribs were broken, but before he could react, Chen Wolf's right elbow had already swept over, and Liu Zihong hurriedly raised his arm to block it.

The blood was low, and a long nail of more than ten centimeters pierced Liu Zihong's right arm, which was only half an inch away from his head.

Inexplicable grief and indignation in his heart, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his right arm turned into a fist in the air, and suddenly the tiger roared throughout the audience, the tiger phantom flashed away, and everyone was shocked, Liu Zihong's right palm had hit Chen Wolf's chest.

The scene suddenly quieted down, Chen Wolf's body flew upside down seven or eight meters away, fell heavily to the ground, the struggle was getting slower and slower, and the audience could see his chest collapse, blood flowing out of his mouth, eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Covered in blood, Liu Zihong stood proudly in the ring with his hands behind his back, without looking at Chen Wolf, in the deathly silence, only his long howl of indignation was still echoing.

Turning back to stop Ma Feixiong, who wanted to come up, he turned around and walked in the direction of the steps, with several bloody footprints behind him.