When Ye Wenshan heard this, he smiled bitterly: "Originally, I wanted to give you special training, but now with such a comparison of strength, what do you want me to do?"

Carefree asked unwillingly: "I will use the spirit point to control him at that time, and I will kill him as much as I want." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Ye Wenshan sneered and said: "Don't worry, you don't think that you are the only one in this world who knows how to point the acupoint exercises, right? Yes, that's right, the point point exercises handed down by General Mu Xian do have a certain advantage over the ordinary point point exercises, but this advantage is gone in front of the 185 points of internal force value. ”

"Why?!" said Sanssouci in surprise.

"Point point exercises can generally only produce normal effects on people of the same strength, the higher the strength than themselves, the worse the effect, when a person's internal force value is less than twice that of the other party, the effect of this point point exercise will be useless at all, even if the spirit fingering method is not an ordinary point point exercise, at most this double will be doubled to become three times. Do you calculate how much is three times your current 15-point internal force value?" Ye Wenshan said helplessly.

“45······” Carefree said in amazement, his brain turned rapidly, and suddenly he had another idea: "Sir, if you don't teach me some peerless magic skills, or nirvana or something, I will practice hard overnight tonight, and kill him tomorrow morning while he is unprepared!"

Ye Wenshan said helplessly: "Don't worry, when I handed it over to you to wash the marrow scripture, I told you that there is no peerless magic in this world, and the essence of all exercises is nothing more than the refinement of dark energy and collecting it for one's own use, but the focus and operation mode of each exercise are different, and they are all a step-by-step process." ”

"Where's the nirvana?" said Worry-Free expectantly.

"Special skills? I really don't know what kind of special skills can still cause effects when the opponent's internal strength is nearly twenty times that of you, you have to know that you are facing Nangong Fang, although the Nangong family has many officers who eat and wait for death, but the ancient warriors of the Nangong family are absolutely first-class, they are cultivated by the family, how can they die under the yin trick in the occasion of such a duel. ”

Hearing this, he continued to meditate, but he couldn't find any other way.

"So······ Don't worry, tomorrow is really not good, admit defeat before you play, admit your mistakes, General Muxian and I will support you, and a life can still be saved······" Ye Wenshan comforted.

"Save your life?!" Worry-free muttered to himself, since the end of the world, from school to villa, to fried chicken restaurant and other places, he has lived every day to save his life, is his life so cheap?

Wuwu was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, I know, are you okay? I'll leave first." ”

Ye Wenshan looked at Wuwu, sighed, patted Wuwu's shoulder and stopped talking.

Carefree walked out of Ye Wenshan's residence, looking at the sky that had reached evening, the third day after the end of the world, passed quietly, and he had to accept a battle of life and death on the fourth day.

What kind of life-and-death battle?

Admit your mistake and beg for mercy as a grandson to live, otherwise you will die!

This is the so-called battle of life and death!

Worry-free clenched his fists, his heart was full of unwillingness, and slowly walked towards the 171 regiment station in the sunset, along the way, the survivors looked at this young man walking on the street with a clenched fist and a cold face, and secretly felt weird, but they didn't say anything, after all, in the last days, the most important thing is strange people······

Constantly thinking about one countermeasure after another in his mind, but none of them could be effective, Wu Wu returned to the command center of the 171 regiment a little frustrated, a gentle jade hand gently clenched Wu Wu's clenched fist, and said softly: "What's wrong?

Wuwu gently pinched Qing Kezhu's soft jade hand, and said to Jing Kezhu with a far-fetched smile: "It's nothing." ”

"Nothing? no, no, you won't be in a bad mood. Jing Kezhu said softly.

Worry-free looked at Jing Kezhu's delicate face, and lost his mind for a moment, not falling into Jing Kezhu's face, but suddenly afraid that he would never see Jing Kezhu again after tomorrow.

Without his own protection, can Jing Kezhu still smile so gently in this cannibalistic apocalypse?

Carefree was silent, suddenly feeling lost about his future. Can begging for mercy really save his life? Wuwu doesn't think so, why does Mu Xian value himself, although this is not all clear, but one thing can be clear, that is, in addition to the relationship between Old Man Li, it is more because of this sword.

For the sake of being able to hold this sword, is a man who grovels and begs for mercy for his life still worthy of this sword?

Worry-free looked at the forgetfulness in his hand, and suddenly felt that this sword was a little difficult to hold······

"Is there anything bothering to tell me about it?" Jing Kezhu frowned slightly and complained.

"It's really nothing. Carefree replied softly.

Jing Kezhu took out his small hand, stared at Wu Wu, and said with a little blushing: "Since the end of the world, you have protected me, I am like a drag oil bottle, there is no use, and now I don't even have the use to chat with you?"

Worry-free was stunned when he heard this, looked at the shy Jing Kezhu in front of him, and smiled slightly: "Kezhu, I have come all the way to the present to protect you, you are all the reason why I am here now, the old criminal has the strength to protect himself, and the fat man will not have any problems under the protection of the old criminal." If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd either die at the hands of zombies right now, or immediately go south to find my parents, do you say you're important to me?"

When Jing Kezhu heard Wu Wu talk about his parents, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose and sighed: "I don't know how my parents are now, I haven't been in touch since the mobile phone has no signal." ”

Worry-free looked at the frustrated Jing Kezhu, his heart warmed, and he couldn't help hugging Jing Kezhu, ignoring Xiao Nizi's slightly trembling body, and said softly: "When the current crisis is solved, we will find a chance to find our parents!"

"Good ······" Jing Kezhu blushed and said weakly, his voice inaudible.

Feeling the temperature of Jing Kezhu's body, he looked at the sunset that was about to set, opened his arms easily, looked at Jing Kezhu and said, "Kezhu, wait for me to come back!"

"Where are you going?"

"Go and practice your sword!"

"I'll follow you too!"

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As the sun sets, in an open space, a teenager continues to wave the long sword in his hand against the sunset, the sword shadows are one after another, and the fallen leaves are even, there are no gorgeous moves, just simply and constantly waving, or chopping, or splitting, or stabbing.

There is no blood of the enemy, no puppet sparring, no autumn wind.

Yes, just a delicate girl, sitting on her knees in the open space, quietly watching the teenager, constantly dancing with swords, swords, swords······