"Who are you?" The young man slowly took back the dagger in his hand and looked at him coldly.
"It doesn't matter who I am!" The middle-aged man spoke, and he actually spoke in Chinese Z. While speaking, he looked back at Guan Zhiyong, not even caring whether the young man would
Sneak attack: "The important thing is, you can't kill him with me here!"
The young man's eyes fell tightly on his hands, where there was a layer of weird metal that extended to the top of his arms. His eyes suddenly tightened. It was obvious that there was a layer of weird metal here.
It was very good, otherwise he would never have been so confident that it could block the dagger in his hand.
With a cold smile, the young man said calmly: "That's not a bad tone, but your arm is covered with a layer of metal, but you don't have a metal covering on your body. I don't believe you can still be invulnerable!" After saying that, he fit and pounced on you!
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The middle-aged man smiled slightly and carried the sword forward without any scruples.
Shura next to him faced Yin Mei's attack and was still worried about Guan Zhiyong's safety. He had been in danger one after another. By the time the middle-aged man rushed over, he had already suffered four or five injuries, mostly on his legs and below the waist.
Of course there was no problem with his triangular spurs protecting his upper body, but it was a bit difficult to face his lower body. However, when he saw this middle-aged man who suddenly appeared and blocked the young man's attack, he
Only here he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned all his attention to resolving the crisis at hand.
The crisis had not been resolved. He and the middle-aged man were back to back, each blocking an opponent. However, as long as anyone broke through their blockade, Guan Zhiyong would not be spared. They could already see that Guan Zhiyong would not be spared.
Zhiyong was at the end of his strength at this time. In his current state, he could not block the fatal blow from any of them!
So he must block his opponent!
Yin Mei's spear is like a dragon coming out of the sea, and like a poisonous python returning to its cave. It is powerful and heavy, and it comes slowly, as if the top of Mount Tai are pressing down. It is like a violent storm, and it is as fast as lightning. It is really hard to resist. It is hard to imagine.
It's amazing that in this day and age, there are still people who can practice a spear to such a superb level.
Shura took a deep breath, and the three-sided military thorn in his hand kept drawing circles. The dark circles with boundless killing intent tightly wrapped around the spear in Yin Mei's hand. He was completely relaxed at this time.
He himself stabbed out a three-edged military thorn slowly in imitation of the Tai Chi routine, looking not seeking merit but seeking no faults.
Now, the younger brothers of Huaxing Society have begun to charge into the battle. With the leadership of those blades, Shura firmly believes that as long as he can block Yin Mei and protect Guan Zhiyong's thoroughness, then his mission tonight will be successfully completed.
Wrapping, winding, squeezing, pressing, stretching, resisting, covering, blocking, and picking up, the triangular thorns in Shura's hands seemed to become part of his body, and Tai Chi circles of different sizes and functions appeared around his body.
Yin Mei looked disdainful at first, thinking that the Tai Chi stabs he had done at the beginning were just a flash in the pan. The facts seemed to prove this. In the subsequent fight, Shura was no match for him at all.
His body was covered with wounds. Although he relied on his extraordinary reflexes to avoid fatal injuries, as the wounds on his body continued to increase, it was impossible for him to stop her no matter what.
However, just when Yin Mei was about to break through his obstruction in one go, the weird circle appeared again. And as there were more and more circles, the initial disdain on Yin Mei's face gradually disappeared and was replaced by
There was a solemn look on her face. She could feel that the circles were gradually becoming more and more rounded, more cunning, and more and more difficult to resist.
What does this mean? It means that the opponent in front of him was not familiar with this method of drawing circles, and was forced out by her violent attack.
He tried his best to attack, but instead of being able to kill the opponent, he became like a sparring partner, allowing the opponent to constantly become familiar with his skills. Here, a silent anger arose in Yin Mei's heart, but the thin
The three-edged military thorn seemed to be stuck to her spear at this moment, without even giving her a chance to regain her composure.
Heavy breaths gradually came out of Yin Mei's nose. Although she had gone through constant training and had the physical strength to match that of men, and even surpassed her in terms of endurance, the successive battles had consumed a lot of her energy.
.When encountering Shura's entangled style of fighting, she gradually felt that her physical strength was a little weak.
Especially the trauma on the arm, I didn’t feel anything at first, but now when I wave the spear with force, I will feel a burning pain. The thing that was originally as light as nothing in my hand feels numb now.
Somewhat heavy and unbearable.
"Hmph!" Yin Mei snorted angrily, and the spear in her hand suddenly retreated, with a golden rooster nod, and attacked the throat and both sides of the chest. The sharp silhouette of the spear with a stern whistling, revealed a
A decisive murderous intention.
The three-edged spear in Shura's hand rushed to meet him. However, Yin Mei's move came too suddenly, and the three circles he hurriedly changed lost their smart and round characteristics. Once touched by the tip of the spear, he immediately
It collapsed into a ball. Shura hurriedly turned to the side, letting go of the shot in the throat, and he let go of the shot in the chest, but the spear was like a poisonous dragon drilling, and it went straight to the lower abdomen.
Can't dodge.
A flash of scarlet blood flashed in Shura's eyes. He shouted, sucked in his belly, and stretched out his hand to hold the rotating gun shaft. The sharp tip of the gun had already sunk three inches into his lower abdomen, and was spinning to expand the results of the battle, but was forcibly cut.
His hand was held. Although the palm of his hand holding the spear was already a bloody mess, he still successfully prevented the fate of being penetrated by the spear.
Yin Mei held the spear in her hand and secretly competed with her arms, but her physical strength was almost exhausted at this time. How could she be the opponent of Shura, a guy who only killed him halfway? Shura held one end of the spear tightly,
Suddenly he shouted loudly, and the three-sided military thorn in his hand came out, turned into a black light, and went straight to Yin Mei's throat.
Yin Mei didn't expect that he would actually throw out her only weapon. A cold light suddenly flashed in her eyes. Without thinking, she leaned back. Originally, she was moving forward with force, but when she moved back, she suddenly held the gun with more strength.
It lost a lot of weight. Shura took the opportunity to hold the gun's hand, chased after it, and hit Yin Mei's lower abdomen.
Although it was the tip of a gun and there was no sharp opening, if it was hit really hard, Yin Mei would probably vomit blood on the spot, and half of his life would be lost immediately.
Yin Mei hurriedly grasped the spear with both hands and pushed back, but as a result, her dodge movement slowed down a bit. Although she avoided the critical point of her throat, one of the edges of the three-sided military thorn still missed her shoulder and flew away.
It went over and brought up a small cloud of blood mist.
Yin Mei's pretty face turned pale in pain, and the hand holding the gun couldn't help but loosen slightly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shura yanked back her strong hand. Although he had already pushed out his chest and sucked in his abdomen,
But the sharp tip of the spear still caused a deep wound in his abdomen.
However, Yin Mei did not expect that he would suddenly exert force in the opposite direction. After she realized that something was wrong, she could no longer resist Shura's strength.
The spear actually came out of his hand! Shura snatched the spear over, but he didn't have time to turn around, so he held the back of the spear like this, exerted all his strength, and smashed it towards Yin Mei. Woo.
The spear let out a shrill cry, and the body of the gun curved like a long bow. It fell quickly with the tension. Yin Mei's face couldn't help but turn pale. When the spear was released, she quickly dodged to the side. At this time, she had just dodged.
She passed the spear, and the swift body of the spear, with its tip exuding a sharp chill, grazed her shoulder and hit the ground with a thud.
A white mark was left on the concrete floor. If it hit someone, there would be no other possibility besides broken bones and tendons!
Yin Mei crouched on the ground like a cheetah, picked up the three-sided military thorn and was about to pounce upward. At this moment, she suddenly stumbled under her feet and staggered a few steps. She turned back angrily.
The three-edged thorn in his hand was raised high and thrust out fiercely.
But she only stabbed halfway before she paused. A cold tip of the spear was exposed in her throat, and scarlet blood was slowly dripping from it. She let out a look of disbelief.
He stared blankly at the cold tip of the spear, his eyes filled with incredibly complex expressions!
She stared blankly at Guan Zhiyong who was right in front of her. The three-sided military thorn in her hand could kill him if she pushed forward slightly, but she could no longer stab him. The strength in her whole body was like a tide.
Passed away, and the boundless darkness tightly enveloped her eyelids, making her drowsy and almost falling asleep.
With a clang, the three-sided military thorn fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
She tried hard to turn her head, but the cold spear was stuck in her throat, and she didn't even have the strength to move.
Shura pulled out the spear fiercely, and blood suddenly surged out like a blood arrow, spraying Guan Zhiyong's face.
Her mouth moved twice, making a whooshing sound, and blood kept pouring out like a flood. The muscles on her face twitched twice, and she slowly fell to the ground, with eyes in her eyes.
Showing a relieved smile.
A generation of killers finally died in his own spear. Everything seemed to be doomed.