A man appeared at the end of the maple grove, and he shot it like an arrow.

The maple leaves danced, Xiao Xiao fell, and the blood on his body was also flowing quietly, he knew that his life would also flow quietly, and then fall like dead flesh.

Jin Yubo gritted his teeth, his body seemed to be weak and collapsed.

He fell suddenly, but he struggled to his feet.

He looked at the flower butterfly, and his eyes showed an indescribable, indescribable look of pity and concern.

A color of pity and concern that goes deep into the bone marrow and soul but is powerless and prostration.

Jin Yubo nodded, and then stared at Long Zhentian deadly, he stared at Long Zhentian like a wounded beast staring at the hunter in the hunt. said: "You say he is a flower picker? ”

Long Zhentian's face was smug and excited, and his people were as proud and excited as monsters, freaks, and monsters. said, "Yes." ”

Jin Yubo lifted the flower butterfly up, and then they all fell, and then they struggled to get up.

Their bodies seem to hide an incomprehensible power, a terrifying power that can only be emanated by friendship.

Jin Yubo said: "What about you? What are you? ”

Long Zhen Tiandao: "What am I?" ”

Jin Yubo said: "Is your wife and your stand-in more painful?" ”

The smug and excited look on Long Zhentian's face suddenly froze and froze to death, and his body was already trembling faintly.

It was as if it were an invisible sword that had pierced into his soul.

Long Zhentian was silent and looked at them coldly.

They were also staring at Long Zhentian coldly.

They have nothing to say.

At the end of the words is a sword and a sword, and a sword and a sword are a duel.

Heaven and earth suddenly became dead silent, dead silence like a tomb, a tomb that makes people crazy, collapsed, and desperate.

At the end of the maple grove walked a man.

A cloak, a gun, a man.

He was obviously a few feet away, but he walked over with a slow step.

The man stood as tall as a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

His eyes stared at Long Zhentian like spearheads.

While he was staring at Long Zhentian's face with one eye, the other eye was staring at his chest, and when one eye was staring at his chest, the other eye was staring at his crotch.

In recent months, there are not many people in the rivers and lakes who do not know this person.

Long Zhentian was already gasping, and his body seemed to be aching.

Wusheng said: "Xiaoxiong Dragon Zhentian? ”

Long Zhen Tiandao: "The spear god is lifeless? ”

Wusheng said: "You want to kill Jin Yubo?" ”

Long Zhentian said: "Yes." ”

Wusheng said: "How do you kill?" ”

Long Zhentian didn't understand and didn't speak.

Wusheng said: "Massacre or duel?" ”

Long Zhentian still didn't understand and was silent.

Is there any difference between a massacre and a duel? He couldn't figure it out.

Wusheng said: "If you kill him like this, you will be slaughtered." ”

Long Zhentian said: "What about the duel?" ”

Wusheng said: "Duel is fair, sacred and great, and enjoyable. ”

For him, the duel was indeed a treat.

He can only find enjoyment in duels, just because his life is only duels, and he will only duel.

The duel not only occupied his life, his body, but also his soul.

There seemed to be no room for anything else in his life.

Wusheng said: "You want to slaughter? Or a duel? ”

The corners of Long Zhentian's forehead slipped like cold sweat beans.

He said: "What will happen to the slaughter? ”

Wusheng said: "What I hate the most is slaughter." ”

The cold sweat on Long Zhentian's forehead flowed even more, and he said, "Then duel." ”

Wusheng said: "Okay." ”

Then he slowly retracted the gun, the head of which slowly dripped blood.

A blood hole suddenly appeared in Long Zhentian's chest, blood suddenly gushed out wildly, and his body suddenly fell.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, then fell down again, gasping for breath, "You ......"

Wusheng said: "You can go to him to duel." ”

His eyes poked him like spears, as if he wanted to stab him not only to death in his body, but also in his soul, alive, to death on the earth.

Wusheng said: "I guarantee that your duel with him will be absolutely fair. ”