Chapter 15 Night Dou (3)

The ghost boy held his stomach in pain, his face was pale, and he looked panting at the young boy opposite.

Damn it!

Could it be that I have been trying the clock in the stable too frequently recently? It makes my hands and feet weak!

I'm speechless after beating up a few bad guys and still suffering huge losses!

If this spreads to the world, how can I have the nerve to continue to mess around?

The situation on Lin Huaile's side is not too optimistic either!

The large gash on the back was bleeding continuously. Although it was a skin injury, it needed to be treated and bandaged quickly.

Otherwise, he would really bleed to death!

"Street boy, you are quite capable of blocking. Come on, let me see how many times you can block it?"

The ghost boy took off his shirt, wrapped it around the wound on his stomach, and yelled at Lin Huale with a sinister smile on his face.

The ghost lingers!

Lin Huaile believed that he faced enough dangers, but few of them were hand-to-hand combat with bayonets.

Not being physically dominant is the biggest problem.

But the loser does not lose the formation.

Since ancient times, there has been a road in Huashan, and there is no turning back.

The other end of the Red Star has been entangled, and we must deal with this bastard in front of us as soon as possible!

Just as he was cheering himself up, a cold light flashed in Lin Huaile's eyes, and then the knife struck.

Made!

Lin Huaile cursed in his heart, then raised his hand as quickly as possible and blocked the sharp knife with the courtesy knife in his hand.

When they cut each other, sparks burst out from the tip of the blade.

Now it's a competition of willpower between the two. If anyone loses his temper, he will die without a burial place.

It turned into a fight again!

Guizai looked at Hongxing with his peripheral vision and found that his boss was gradually losing ground. He was very anxious. He switched the long knife to his left hand, and changed from an overhand grip to a reverse grip, and slashed towards Lin Huaile's chest from left to right.

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If this stroke hits the mark, Lin Huaile's entire body will be disemboweled and put on display.

Fighting with life, all relying on concentration, any negligence will cause fatal injuries. Lin Huaile gradually regained the state he had in southern Yunnan, and his reactions in the fight were surprisingly fast.

Before the knife struck him, he took a step back and barely avoided the knife.

However, because he did not retreat in time, a large gash was opened in his white T-shirt, leaving a new scar on his fair body.

This was already the minimum price to pay, but it still scared Lin Huaile into a cold sweat.

Who would have thought that Gui Zai would suddenly change his tactics and catch him off guard? He was really careless!

As soon as Lin Huaile stepped back, Gui Zai immediately stepped forward.

The pace was so fast that Lin Huaile didn't even have a chance to breathe, and he slashed towards his neck with another horizontal slash.

Facing Po Feng's all-out slash, Lin Huaile couldn't dodge at all.

He could only act quickly and wisely, and raised the courtesy knife upwards, barely blocking the attack.

The moment the two swords struck each other, he decisively stepped out and hit the opponent with a kick.

In his previous life, Lin Huaile had practiced hard for many years in this trick, and as his trump card, he even hired a martial artist for special guidance.

The explosive power of his legs can even break thick wooden boards in an instant.

Of course, this was the power of the previous life, and it should not have such lethality now.

As expected, this kick only pushed the ghost back two steps, but it was still a safe distance.

"Brother Le, let me help you!"

Changmao defeated his opponent, ran over with a shout, and hit Guizai with a baseball bat on his lower back.

The ghost boy, who was already unstable because of Lin Huaile's rabbit and eagle movements, received this slap in the face.

Guizai snorted secretly, feeling that his internal organs were like a boiling pot, and they must have been displaced.

Seeing this, Changmao became even more energetic and kicked him down with a flying kick.

He must not be allowed to get up!

This is the only idea in Lin Huaile's mind!

Lin Huaile immediately took a step forward, raised the knife and slashed towards the ghost's head.

The ghost fell to the ground, but his reaction was not slow. Seeing that he had no time to get up, he simply rolled to the side to avoid the knife.

But while hiding from Lin Huaile, he forgot about the long hair behind him, and his head was hit hard again.

But even so, Gui Zai stood up without hesitation, holding a long knife in front of him.

Attacked from both front and back, even if the King of Heaven comes, I will have to explain here.

Flying dragon rides on the face, how to lose!

Lin Huaile's confidence greatly increased, he bent his waist and stabbed forward, leaving an eye-catching mark directly on the ghost's body.

"Fuck your mother!"

The ghost boy, who had been educated before and after, cursed loudly.

The long knife in his hand was swung faster, like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, flying towards Lin Huaile.

The effect of Gui Zai's death struggle is astonishing.

Moreover, the long knife is still coming towards the door, and even if he does not die, his face will still be broken.

Lin Huaile didn't want to live with a scar on his face, so he ducked sideways.

He dodged the long knife, but not the hidden arrow.

Before he could fight back, Gui Zai's cannon punch had already come over and hit Lin Huale hard on the left side of his face.

The collision of bone with bone made a dull sound.

Lin Huaile felt as if his face had been hit by a large truck. His ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear anything.

Ma De, this grandson knows a lot, and he has a two-pronged approach.

Lin Huaile felt that his teeth were shaking, his mouth was salty, and stars were twinkling in front of his eyes.

However, relying on his years of experience and instinct, he quickly crouched down and swept the courtesy knife across at the same time.

With a "tearing" sound, Lin Huaile roughly felt that his knife should have hurt Guizai.

However, his situation at this time was not very good. His eyes were still a little dark, with stars twinkling, and he couldn't see clearly ahead.

But he could feel the ghost's screams and the smell of blood.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him. If he is allowed to recover, who will die?

He immediately gritted his teeth and moved forward instead of retreating. No matter what, he jumped into him and threw the seriously injured ghost boy to the ground.

"I am your mother, you are a bastard!"

Lin Huaile cursed Sichuan and Chongqing, and stabbed Guizi with the courtesy knife in his hand without hesitation, one after another.

Of course, the ghost boy underneath him refused to pull his neck and kill him, but the knife had no idea where to fly. He could only use his fist as big as a casserole to keep beating Lin Huale on the head.

"Changmao, what are you waiting for?"

"Do you want to burn my head?"

"Don't be stunned, take action!"

Lin Huaile's whole face was swollen like a pig's head. When he saw Changmao still looking at the peep show, he immediately cursed loudly.

Only then did Changmao come back to his senses, focus on his work again, and began to hammer the ghost under Lin Huaile.

The fight ended like this, which was so touching!

The ancestors of Hexinghe would be very pleased to see this scene. They feel that the word "Zhongxing" is promising, and there are so many bad guys who dare to fight.

But Lin Huaile was not happy, because Changmao used all his strength to attack, half of which hit him, and only a few hits hit the ghost underneath him.

Really fucking his mother!

Fortunately, Gui Zai's fists are getting weaker and weaker.
Chapter completed!