A cough is just the beginning.

Because the stickman coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Then he coughed violently, blood gushing uncontrollably from his nose and mouth.

After just a few breaths, the stickman fell to the ground, and his mouth could only make a strange sound of ho-ho, as if he had been thrown on the beach and was dying.

Both of them looked a little ugly.

And with their senses, they perceive nothing.

"What did you do?" the knife man subconsciously covered his neck.

Cheng Yu laughed sarcastically.

Naturally, he couldn't explain it, he knew a person who was very powerful, not only modified his folding fan, but also modified his shoes, and he learned some self-defense techniques from him by the way, which came in handy this time.

I should have thanked him in person.

It's just that he probably doesn't have this opportunity.

"Looks like you still have a mechanism on you. The swordsman reacted quickly, narrowed his eyes, and sneered, "It's just clever, it's enough to use it once." ”

He didn't have any fancy, he rushed forward suddenly, and he didn't draw his sword, but when he was five steps away, his body twisted sideways, and he slammed it down with a punch.

The knife man also rushed quickly, and the momentum was impressive.

Cheng Yu's figure took a step back, one palm supported the fist that seemed to destroy the city and the mountain, his knees bent slightly, but he stood up, and the other hand folded the fan and waved it quickly, unloading the force.

The swordsman's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was angry, pressing again and again.

Cheng Yu's knees bent again, the soil under his feet sank, and suddenly sputtered out, swiftly passing the feather arrow.

Then he kicked out.

The expressionless swordsman slapped down with his right palm, and pushed his left fist towards Cheng Yu's chest, but he neither slapped the kick away nor touched the white clothes.

His figure suddenly slid backwards.

In front of him, dozens of quenched silver needles spread out like nets.

Cheng Yu did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but attacked and killed the knife man with a deadly posture.

Obviously, this is his second goal.

As for the third, he no longer thinks about it.

The knife man pulled out a cruel sneer, as if he had been aroused to be ferocious, and he no longer feared to defend, but to play with injuries for injuries.

In this way, the swordsman who has recovered his strength will not be able to intervene.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't plan to die with the two of them.

And no matter what the outcome, the one who survives will be seriously injured or even dying.

And he just needs to make up for it, whoever it is.

He was the one most likely to survive, and there was no need to risk it.

Thinking like this, he calmly became a spectator, as if this fight had nothing to do with him.

Then, he finally found the two under the peach tree.

The reader was watching the battle with a gentle and playful look.

The child in his arms was facing away from him, and he couldn't see his face.

Ordinary people, seeing such a big war, it is absolutely impossible to be so calm.

So, the swordsman was on guard.

He no longer looked at the battle, but squinted at the reader, and then slowly approached.

The reader is still watching the war, and he doesn't seem to care at all.

This kind of indifference is a kind of neglect, as if an ant is approaching under its feet, and it is impossible to expect people to look like they are facing it.

The swordsman didn't understand this neglect of the reader, he just felt that he was holding his breath in his heart and wanted to vent it.

And the best way to vent it is to kill the person in front of you.

It was, and it is.

It's just that he needs to try this person's weight first, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

A peach petal floated in front of me.

The swordsman reached out, grabbed the petal, and threw it out at random.

The seemingly fluttering petals castrate extremely quickly, flying past the reader.

The reader still looked calm, and did not seem to notice.

The swordsman frowned, stretched out his hand again, and waved.

Several petals shot away in unison.

It's still just passing by.

The reader still didn't respond.

The swordsman's heart was nameless, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

A few petals struck the door of the reader's face.

This time, there was no response from the reader

It's just that the petals are slowly falling not far from the reader, and it seems that the wind is just blowing and falling with the wind.

The swordsman's pupils shrank, he lowered his head and hugged his fists, and walked a few steps away.

Then, a few more steps away.

At this time, the battle situation became more and more clear.

Both were dripping in blood.

The knife man glared and shouted, and pulled the kid's sword momentum to his side with a knife, and smashed it into Cheng Yu's temple with a punch.

Cheng Yujian walked with the knife, twisted his wrist, and the folding fan rotated in the palm of his left hand, and slashed at the knife.

Two people exchange their lives for one life, and they are both certain deaths.

It's just that neither of them cares, and everyone is willing.

Together, who is afraid of whom.

This is the spirit of the heart, and no one wants to obey anyone.

It doesn't make sense, but it's gone, and it's not interesting to live.

The swordsman slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, the meaning was unknown.

The reader also hooked the corners of his mouth, which was also unclear.

It's just that the meaning of the two is not clear, but it is a different meaning.

A punch hit Cheng Yu on the head.

The folding fan was slashed at the knifeman's waist.

Split second.

A fist seems to hit cotton.

Cheng Yu's body slipped backwards and spat out blood, but he didn't die.

The folding fan cut through the knifeman's shirt, but it did not shoot out the hidden weapon.

The knife man snorted, and he was not dead.

This is a very strange phenomenon.

Because of that moment, the meaning was too strong.

But now it seems that the thunder is loud and the rain is small.

None of the three reacted.

Until the bamboo forest sounded the gentle voice of the reader.

"Why don't you make me a slave for a few days?"

He seems to be saying something that is taken for granted,

The faces of the three of them turned ugly.

"What are you? The knife man wiped his face and sneered.

This person had a fight with Cheng Yu, and his anger was obviously bigger, and he couldn't suppress it.

Besides, Cheng Yu is already dying, and the result is basically decided, but if it is delayed for a few days, who knows if something will go wrong.

The reader didn't care, "What about you?"

The swordsman didn't speak.

Cheng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who is in your arms?"

"You should know you, but he doesn't want to see you." ”

"He asked you to help me?" Cheng Yu asked again.

"Nope. "The reader is honest.

"Then why are you helping me?" Cheng Yu's face was a little stiff.

"Because you stained his clothes, I have to help him clean up, which is very troublesome. The reader said earnestly and sincerely.

None of the three understood the logic of the reader, and neither of them spoke.

After a while, the scholar regretted, "If you are so disobedient, then it is better to die." ”

He spoke softly and calmly, without any murderous aura, "Remember, it's everyone." ”

The swordsman and the swordsman glanced at each other.

Cheng Yu looked deeply at the white clothes that didn't move at all, and stepped forward, "I promise." ”

The reader curled the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at the remaining two, "My patience is very limited. ”

The swordsman's eyes flashed, and he knelt down on one knee, "Yes, master." ”

Cheng Yu was slightly stunned.

The knife man suddenly snorted, "Lao Tzu disdainful." ”

He lifted the knife with difficulty, ready to fight to the death.

The reader looked at him very seriously and said, "If he was awake, he would appreciate it." ”

Then, with a wave of his sleeve.

Without resistance, the knife man flew upside down and smashed into the peach forest, never getting up again.

The reader regretted, "Unfortunately, I'm not him." ”

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