didn't chase immediately, the killer looked at Feng Zhiping solemnly while breathing, and after a long time, he couldn't help but ask.

"You, what kind of cultivation are you?"

Feng Zhiping didn't answer, he took off a long knife from behind his back and slowly pulled it out, threw away the scabbard, and hooked his hand.

"Come on. ”

The voice is calm, calm and chilling.

The killer narrowed his eyes, nodded slowly, and raised the black knife.

"It's coming. ”

The toes exerted force, the short body rushed sharply, and swayed three times in a row on the way, leaving three afterimages in Feng Zhiping's eyes, as if the three of them were arriving together.

Feng Zhi calmed his mind and contemplated, as if he didn't see it, and when the other party took out the knife, he quickly recognized where the knife wind was, and the long knife bounced up and slashed three times in a row.

The first slash hit, the last two missed, and the opponent judged the gain and loss at the moment of the fight, and resolutely returned the knife and flashed, circling his back.

Feng Zhiping took out the knife too quickly, and the last two blows were confiscated and grabbed behind him, listening to the faint knife wind behind him, the skin under his clothes gave birth to a sharp itching sensation of a sharp blade, and he immediately stepped forward and didn't look at the backhand, and the two knives suddenly came together again.

After all, the backhand was weak, the killer's knife pushed his knife against his back, he stumbled and rolled, and when he got up, his left hand wanted to draw the sword, but he didn't listen to the call.

"Damn it!"

The injury on the left shoulder was not fatal, but after all, it hurt the muscles and bones, although the power of the wood spirit was eased, but the entire left arm was still unconscious, and the knife was still stuck in the wound, and every movement involved the blade to cut the flesh, and the pain made the person weak, so he had to roll around and hide again.

The purpose of the killer is only to kill people, but there is nothing fair, seeing that Feng Zhiping's left hand was completely abolished to deceive him on the left side, after a few moves, Feng Zhiping's knife was broken again, and his mind was also extremely sleepy because he continued to absorb the spiritual power of human-level high-grade spirit soldiers.

Can't sleep!

Feng Zhiping roared in his heart, biting the tip of his tongue to the point of uselessness, turning his heart sideways, and slamming a knife on the black knife, the heart-rending pain made him almost faint, but after enduring it, the sleepiness temporarily subsided.

"Cool!"

What kind of exercise is this?

The killer was a little confused.

There are means to stimulate potential through self-harm, but those means are limited, how can anyone do it to death?

And this kid has been bleeding, it is estimated that there are no more than three catties or two catties, and if someone else doesn't die, he will have to faint, but he has been alive and well, this is the first waste of Tianyuan?

Roll the calves!

Who dares to mention what Tianyuan No. 1 waste in the future, he was the first to draw a knife and kill him, this kid is just like his father, the family is all perverted!

However, it's pretty much the same.

Sensing that Feng Zhiping's breath was weakening, his steps were becoming more and more vain, and the killer's eyes showed a happy light.

What about the perverted physique, what about the extraordinary skills, I am seriously injured and don't want to escape here to die, and now at the end of the crossbow, don't you still want to die at my hands?

Anyway, it's too good to be a character, wait for him to die faster, and he can be regarded as worthy of his backbone.

The killer secretly decided to aim at Feng Zhiping's throat.

Although he can receive the reward as long as the person dies, but if he can carry the head back as proof, the bounty will be a lot more, and he still wants to earn this money.

After a short period of gas, the killer's eyes were cold, and he raised his knife to kill, and the black knife drew half a black moon in the sun.

Feng Zhiping's body was weak and did not dare to move, he stood on his heels and raised his knife to meet the attack, and fell back a few steps in the hand, the spiritual power of the long knife was lost and cut off from it, and he was drowsy under the impact of another surging spiritual power, and hurriedly knocked the black knife twice before barely opening his eyes.

"Don't hold on, go in peace. ”

The killer didn't give him a chance to stand firm, and while whispering bewitchment, he chased after him like lightning.

When he found that the knife was approaching, he saw that the good head was not his own, and it was too late to take the blade behind him with his backhand, so he simply let go of the residual knife, held the handle of the shoulder and pulled it out hard, and opened the knife that wiped the throat in the blood mist, and pursued with a sober roar in exchange for severe pain.

The back water knife, a knife technique that will only be used during the First World War, is not available unless it is in a desperate situation.

This knife is all killer moves, there is no defensive position, the purpose is to exchange injuries for injuries to fight for life, to see whose knife is fast, to see whose heart is ruthless, to see whose life is long!

The user is in the same heart of the end, and has no scruples when he shoots, because once it is sticky, it is difficult to get rid of it, and unless the difference in strength is too great, it will definitely cost to get out.

The killer was originally sure of victory, and he didn't want to increase the damage, didn't he just see whose knife was faster, and he had never been afraid of anyone.

But desperately he found that something was wrong, the other party was not defensive at all, and he had to pull him to be buried even if he died, and he wanted to withdraw but was entangled by death, and it was useless to force the other party to retreat when he attacked the key point, but was used by the other party, relying on a slight movement to avoid the fatal position, and clamping the blade with the muscles at the middle knife, after a few times, he not only failed to withdraw, but added a lot of wounds.

Is this kid crazy?

He wants to die together! Ninety-nine Chinese

Dream!

The killer urged Yuan Li, wanting to shatter Feng Zhiping's internal organs with his strength.

It may be possible to change to someone else, but Feng Zhiping is a good match, and the spiritual power he has absorbed has been transformed by the sword seed so that he is full of Yuan Force to the point of exploding, and his viscera organs are heavily wrapped in the thick Yuan Force, unless he is directly traumatized, it is impossible to rely on Gang to shatter it.

The meridians were damaged a lot, and some were even broken, but the killer didn't know, and he didn't find out that the injured meridians were not misplaced even if they were broken and broken, and the Yuan Force that ran through them was like a rope that connected them all together, and Zhou Tian was still running turbulently, painful but not chaotic, and there was no sign of going mad at all.

If it weren't for his lack of energy, he would definitely have the illusion that he could beat his opponent to death with his bare hands, but he didn't pay attention to this, and poured all his remaining energy into his opponent, trying his best to maintain a crazy fighting intent to kill the opponent before he passed out.

The speed of the two fights is extremely fast, and there is blood bursting out at all times, and the killer only feels that his life is like years, and every breath seems like years or even more than ten years.

He was an assassin who walked in the dark, the leader of the organization, he had carried out hundreds of missions, and the number of assassins he had killed was too many to remember, and each time he planned carefully and quietly lurked, striving to kill with one blow, and rarely hit head-on.

It's not like this stalemate he hasn't encountered before, but it's never been so bad and weird this time, if it wasn't for the fact that he could still move, if he couldn't breathe, he wondered if the other party was a living person.

I haven't heard of anyone who can stand after shedding so much blood!

The innate nature of the Divine Treasure Period is not good!

Could it be that this kid can still be an old monster like a physical and martial spirit?

How can it be!

was stabbed in the chest again, only two inches away from the heart, watching Feng Zhiping throw away the black knife that had broken into jagged teeth and quickly pulled out the knife, during which in order to prevent him from getting out, he also wrapped the knife with his body, Rao is boldness and calmness can't help but chill, and he can't help but retreat.

Money has to be earned, but it also has to be spent, this kid has to fight to the end of the crossbow, he doesn't need to play with him, just retreat temporarily and then look for opportunities.

Besides, with his injuries, even if he doesn't assassinate, he may not be able to live, in that case, he doesn't even need to make a move, why be tough here?

The retreat has grown wildly all his life, and the killer's black knife has slowed down unconsciously.

Feng Zhiping was engrossed, and when he noticed it, his spirit changed suddenly, and he withdrew half a step to attract all the spiritual power in the knife, and the two slashes were like a substantial knife to seal the left and right retreats, and the third vertical slash went down, and the thick knife gang with no spiritual bias shattered the bridge deck and pushed the killer, no need to take the move, and the single momentum made people frightened.

The killer instantly extinguished all the distractions, and concentrated on urging the dantian, and the-for-tat was also a vertical split, the momentum was slightly inferior, and the wind spirituality contained in it made it faster than Feng Zhiping's Dao Gang.

The two knives collided together, and in an instant, the strong wind swept away, and no matter how hard Qingoka Mu was, he couldn't withstand the destruction of the two quasi-congenital shots with all their might, and the surrounding bridge deck instantly turned into debris and scattered out.

Without waiting for the dust to settle, the killer quietly killed through the choking dust mist, Feng Zhiping was not as good as him in the first place, and he was seriously injured and died until the end of the crossbow, he didn't believe that the other party's return would be faster than him.

The stubborn figure was already faintly visible in the harsh vision, his eyes were happy, and the next moment, a blooming silver four-leaf clover stung his eyes.

That four-leaf clover was made up of four smaller-sized clovers, and he didn't know where Feng Zhiping got the spare strength to make twelve swords in the blink of an eye, and what kind of technique was used to make the sword marks of each sword condense and not disperse, forming this magnificent spectacle.

It wasn't until the blade of grass came to his body that the bone-chilling cold accompanied by the severe pain made him suddenly realize.

It turned out to be ice.

But why, why is it that a half-step innate master who can use the spiritual consciousness stage can use the magic method?

He has this power, why didn't he use it in the first place, but only at this moment?

Is he playing with himself?

He didn't get an answer, and the moment he touched the blade of grass, his whole body froze on the ground in a rushing posture.

Feng Zhiping staggered forward with heavy footsteps on his sword, looked at the man in black who was glowing with crystals, threw away the waste sword, broke off the opponent's hand and took off the black knife, and gently knocked on the opponent's face with the handle of the knife.

That face is not good-looking, and it will never be found in the pile of people, but Feng Zhiping feels familiar, thinks about it, and a picture slowly emerges in his mind.

It was the first town to enter the Daqiu Mountain Boundary to stay, the town is not big, it is quite prosperous, the wind and food are sleeping for many days, everyone goes straight to the nearest restaurant as soon as they enter the city, during which You Shuang'er was attracted by the red sugar gourd, Feng Zhiping has no words, and immediately paid for three strings, and proudly said that the girl can eat a string and throw a string to play a string, how happy how to come.

The hawker who sells the sugar balls is also very happy, the sugar balls in a string of three cents only received six copper plates, Feng Zhiping was happy, and the young master of the past came up again, and immediately rewarded the hawker with four copper plates, saying that it was to help him make it up.

That peddler who was so grateful, was this person.

"It's you. Feng Zhiping drooped his sleepy eyelids and muttered, "It turns out that you have been eyeing me since then, you can really bear it..."

The voice became more and more erratic, and at the end of the sentence, he fell asleep with his eyes half-open.

"Badass?Feng Buping!!"

You Shuang'er screamed twice in a row and didn't get a response, her heart became flustered, and the eyes of the killer who was overwhelmed by her lit up, and he struggled to withdraw from the sword, but did not escape, and dragged the knife straight to Feng Zhiping.

The accomplice is dead, the life and death of the target is unknown, he has to make up for it to rest assured, and there will be an additional reward for cutting off the head and bringing it back, he came for money, of course he will not let it go.

For the death of his accomplice, not only did he not mourn before, but he was extremely happy, and in the end this man had not been grudging with him and the one who died first for a day or two.

What a gold medal killer, what a ghost knife, usually you don't like anyone to look at, and you deserve to be unlucky when you put on a stinky shelf that is superior all day long!

Let you see death and not save you, let you pit me and the old monkey, the current world will come quickly, this work is done by your grandfather and me after all!

Old monkey, you have a spirit in the sky, you can rest in peace!