"When the hunter becomes the prey, you are dead!"

A white figure with closed eyes stood in the middle of the bridge, countless pieces of metal powder floating around him. At both ends of the bridge, a group of men in black with pistols were still facing each other

The white figure was shooting, as if the white figure was from an ancient demon god, and only by constantly shooting at him could they hide the fear in their hearts a little. Yes, it was fear, the bullets in the sky could not reach him within half a meter before they had already turned into powder. It looks like it's made of flour, and it blows away with a slight breeze. When they were given the task of intercepting and killing a young man, they thought it would be an easy job. He didn't bring any heavy weapons with him, but he habitually brought a pistol. But now they regretted it, and if they were given another chance, they would have brought a machine gun, no, a bazooka! This kind of monster can only be wounded by bazookas, and as for killing, they can't even think of killing it. Because the monster in front of him hasn't made a move yet, just standing quietly and letting them fight, he can't help him for half a point. And he had just said a word. However, this sentence was the beginning of their nightmare. The white figure did not pull out the saber he hung from his waist, nor did he move even half a step. Just opened his eyes slightly, the wind stopped, the people were quiet, and then the heads rolled to the ground. The group of headless corpses still maintained the appearance of shooting before their deaths, and the faces of the pair of heads were even more boundless fear. "Passers-by should have the consciousness of passers-by, and if they lose this awareness, they will not be far from hell. After speaking, the white figure didn't even look at the head that rolled to the ground, and walked slowly towards the depths of Liucheng.

"How many years have you been on the knife to cut off the water? A trumpet sounded, leaving the knife that had escaped from the chaos caused by the death of the man in the same place. For he knew that the owner of the trumpet was coming for him.

He had nowhere to hide, because there were so many people.

I don't want to hide, because that's not the style of "Li Xiaodao".

"Who are you?" said the knife.

The other party replied, "No." ”

"I mean, who are you?"

"I said I wasn't 'somewhat'!"

"Grandma, what's your name?!"

"Jade hand holding knife - autumn alone. ”

"It's really fucking tangled, just asking who you are and what kind of gods and goddesses are you talking about. ”

"My name is Duqiu, not 'somebody'. ”

"Buddha Master, send Tang Seng to save me, that bald donkey has an opponent!" But he couldn't stand the other party's verbosity anymore and ran to the sky in tears.

"The Lord of the Buddha only responds to those who are useful to him, and you are obviously useless. ”

Hearing the other party say that he was useless, Xiaodao was not angry, but just smiled and said: "When a person is belittling the other party, he is actually just jealous because he knows that he is useless." ”

"Jealousy, that's just a sign of the weak, and among us, you're clearly the weak!"

You can say I'm not handsome, but that just shows that you don't know how to appreciate beauty. But you can't say I'm weak, that only proves that you're mentally retarded, hahahahahaha!"

"And when you lay at my retarded feet and begged for mercy, what were you then?"

The voice did not fall, but his eyes glared at the knife, and two extremely sharp white lights flashed in his eyes. When the word "what" in the sentence "What were you then?" just fell, the two sharp white lights shot out in vain. It's fast, it's faster than Ji Wu's sword, and it's so fast that it's silent, making it impossible for people to react. It's like the two knives that were originally on the neck of the knife, but now they are coming to kill them.

In an instant, the knife didn't have time to think about it, but the silver-blue lead flower in the sea jumped slightly, and fell behind him by feeling.

"Rub! I almost hung up again. Brother, if you have something to say, we are all cultural people, and the impact of using knives and guns is not good! My Buddha once said: There is nothing that cannot be properly sat down and talk slowly! We don't have any life-and-death feuds, do we?

"The victory or defeat of my blade is limited to the other party's admission of defeat, human life has never been what I want, but if I meet someone who does not know how to advance or retreat, the jade hand will not be soft. ”

"Okay, then let's just do it, we didn't know each other before, we should have no grudges and no hatreds. So what the hell are you looking for me?"

"Borrow something and take a look!"

"What's that?"

"Seven Treasures!"

"Rub, who told you that I have that thing on me, Lao Tzu has never seen what that thing looks like so far, I still want to take a look!" Hearing that he was here to ask for the Qibao Second Technique, the knife immediately seemed to explode into a pot, and he was not calm.

"It doesn't matter who told me about it, and I don't want to know if you've seen it or not. It's just that if you can't see it today, someone will die. ”

The knife stroked his half-left chicken nest head, and said with a grin at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that I am going to do a game today!" After speaking, a peak of his skills was transported to the extreme, and suddenly his eyes erupted two golden fire dragons circling around his body, and the whole body was like being crossed with a layer of gold, like a golden-bodied Arhat who came down to earth to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

Vajra Demon Magic Skill, now also known as the "Great Nirvana Demon Suppression Diamond Sutra", is a name taken by the knife after his "Vajra Demon Magic Skill" fused with the "Divine Foot Sutra". This "Great Nirvana Demon Suppression Diamond Sutra" not only has the characteristics of the previous "King Kong Demon Suppression Divine Skill", which is full of copper skin and iron bones, and has infinite strength, but also is the supreme divine skill of detoxification and healing and nirvana regeneration. If you have to use one sentence to describe it, it is "my friends are stunned"! It can be described as a must-have artifact for murder and arson, home travel.

"Your grandfather's, the Buddha is not powerful, do you think Lao Tzu is a Tang monk! Today I will let you see what makes me a Buddha angry, and the monkey will give me concessions!"

On the other side, Du Qiu's eyes lit up, and his fighting spirit became stronger: "Reaching the peak, it's a good opponent! It's a pity, let's talk about it after my pair of knife eyes first!" After speaking, the two shot at the same time, "bell", "bell", sparks, sparks, it was the sound of the knife and the golden body colliding with the knife eye. The knife is the body of King Kong, not afraid of the fierceness and weirdness of the opponent's sword, no matter how Du Qiu attacks, towards him is a powerful and domineering strong King Kong fist. The golden fist seemed to suddenly become longer, and suddenly came to Duqiu's chest. However, Du Qiu seemed to have expected that punch early, and stretched out his palm into a knife to gently block it.

"Ding", a piercing sound of gold and iron resounded throughout the four fields. Where the fist and the palm knife intersected, the flames suddenly exploded. The air was so excited that it sounded "boom" and "boom", as if it had been ignited.

"It's not enough, it's almost!" Facing the golden man who had just closed his fist on the opposite side, the wind and snow were full of fighting intent.

"Don't worry, it's just a warm-up, you have to know that I haven't gotten used to the skills of this body that I have just been promoted. Next is the main course, don't eat it!" said him, a golden knife shook his neck and twisted his waist, and his whole body made a crackling bone explosion. Then I saw him sit lightly on the ground, and suddenly fifty-four golden-bodied Arhats meditating in various postures appeared around Duqiu. Each arhat stretched out his fingers, or stretched out his palms, or clenched his fists, or bent his claws, or kicked his legs, or threw his arms, and at the same time attacked his vital points and there was no way to hide them. If you change someone, don't say block one of them, you will be dumbfounded just by seeing this posture. But Du Qiu only frowned, and his whole body was full of knife intent. Without even thinking about it, he reached out and stabbed him with a hand knife in the back.

It was another "ding", or the collision of the palm knife and the fist, but this collision was even more terrifying than the one just now. The air was sliced into smooth mirrors by the sudden explosion of knife intent, and the peerless and invincible figures of both sides could be clearly seen on the mirror. The golden fist of the knife was full of cracks, as if it would shatter in the next second.

"The last punch to the back of your head was easily blocked by you, isn't it!"