Chapter 103 The End of the King

Qin Hui's first goal is Tielang. Because Tielang can't effectively control the boxing gloves, he must not give him a chance to adapt. Qin Hui directly passed through the barrier of the two people of the mountain light, came directly to the side of Tielang, and then cut it fiercely with the seven-star sword.

The iron wave that had just been defeated by Qin Hui, flashed a trace of panic in his eyes after seeing Qin Hui's rapid offensive. Tielang is only 17 or 18 years old this year. Although he has been boxing with others when he is free, in Qin Hui's view, boxing without killing will never be successful. Because there are two different moods between killing people and not killing people. If it is the flowers in the greenhouse that have not been killed, it is the towering trees in the tropical rainforest that have killed people.

"Be careful of the iron waves!" Seeing that Qin Hui's target was Tielang, A Piao couldn't help exclaiming.

Qin Hui looked at Tielang with a frightened face, showed a cruel smile on the corners of her mouth, and then quickly cut off Tielang's body.

"brush, brush, brush." The flashing sword light became the last thing in the eyes of the iron wave.

The two just passed by in a confrontation, and the iron wave rushed out was held in their arms by A Piao, who rushed out later.

"Iron Wave, are you all right?" A Piao looked at the iron wave with a dull expression and asked anxiously.

"What a fast sword! It's really fast!" Tielang's expression was dull and kept repeating this sentence.

A Piao looked at Tielang's body and saw that Tielang's body was twisted, and then it turned into six sections and fell from A Piao's arms.

"Ah!" Ah Piao looked at the blood on his hands and clothes, closed his eyes, and screamed loudly with fear.

Looking at A Piao with his eyes closed, he raised the sword in his hand again; "The flowers in the greenhouse can't even look directly at death. How can they kill me!" After saying this, Qin Hui stood up again.

"Sister, be careful!" Shan Zhiguang looked at Qin Hui, who rushed in, and while reminding A Piao, he rushed up and took Qin Hui's offensive.

Quick, fast, fast. Qin Hui, who holds the sword in his hand, is faster than people can imagine. Every time he swings his sword and every collision, he will bring a thousand pounds of strength, making the mountain light overwhelmed.

Qin Hui's fast attack can't even cope with the battle, let alone the light of the mountain. In this way, with Qin Hui's continuous waving of his sword, the light of the mountain became more and more overwhelmed, and there were sword marks of different depths on his body. Qin Hui looked at the mountain light covered with blood. Taking advantage of one of his flaws, Qin Hui threw out the seven-star sword in his hand and directly penetrated the chest of the mountain light.

After the sword passed through the chest of the mountain light, Qin Hui flew directly behind him and grabbed the hilt that passed through his chest. Qin Hui, who grabbed the hilt of the sword, waved his sword and cut it on his waist.

Only half of the mountain light was left, with tears in pain, and he looked at his lower body that fell from the air, and the intestines and internal organs flying in the wind. Sister, we won't take revenge. Let's go! Hurry up." The light of the mountain covered the falling internal organs while crying at A Piao.

Qin Hui looked at the mountain light that was still struggling for a while, kicked him on the chest, and kicked him to A Piao's side. A Piao, who was so scared that he closed his eyes and only knew how to wai, also instinctively caught the upper body of the mountain light.

Feeling the familiarity in his hand, A Piao opened his eyes in fear and saw it at a glance, leaving only half of his body. Looking at his brother's painful appearance, A Piao cried and said, "Brother, how are you? Don't scare me!"

The mountain light held in Ah Piao's arms buried his head in Ah Piao's chest and kept crying, saying, "Sister, I hurt so much!" I feel so painful! Will I die? I'm so scared! I really want to go home!"

"Good brother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. My sister is here. We'll go back and go home to find my mother." A Piao hugged the light of the mountain tightly and flew to the distance.

Qin Hui looked at this touching scene and closed her eyes with a sigh.

"Well" A Piao, who flew dozens of meters, looked at the sword passing through his chest and snorted.

The mountain light looked at A Piao's painful expression, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and asked with difficulty, "Sister, how are you?"

A Piao flew at an unabated speed and replied with a pale face: "Brother, don't worry, my sister is fine, it's okay."

Pull out the seven-star sword inserted into the building and hold it in your hand. Qin Hui looked at the blood stains on it and A Piao, who was swaying in the distance. He was not taking action, but watched them leave. Qin Hui knew that his sword just now directly cut A Piao's heart. Although he didn't know why A Piao could still keep flying when his heart was broken. However, Qin Hui knew that even if A Piao's heart grew on the right, she could not escape the situation of death, because her internal organs were shattered by her sword light.

Qin Hui's face was pale, withdrew the seven-star sword into the scabbard, and then found a place to settle down and cultivate her body.

In the following month, Qin Hui spent every day in the pursuit and killing of the police. A series of rushes and battles has not improved his injury, but slowly worsened. Although Qin Hui also grabbed a lot of drugs during this period, I don't know why these drugs that can obviously treat her injuries can't play their due curative effect at all.

Qin Hui's strength fell again and again as the injury worsened. In the end, Qin Hui could only rely on the power of the boxing god gloves to rush out of the encirclement. Even once, under the powerful weapons of the police force, even the fist gloves were broken. In this way, Qin Hui spent a long month in the movie boxing god under the torture of death and pain.

Qin Hui, who "returned" leaning against the corner of the wall, listened to the sound of shooting in his ear and the roar of gunfire, and chose the order of return.

With a flash of light, Qin Hui returned to the system.

"System, treat my injury!" Qin Hui, who collapsed to the ground, spit out a mouthful of black blood and said to the system.

"Sorry, host, copy task, there is no option to treat the injury."

Hearing the cold voice of the system, Qin Hui, who felt cheated, asked in disbelief; "What! I completed the copy task, but you didn't treat my injury?

"Yes, the host, the treatment of injuries is a special benefit only available to the main task. The copy task does not have this option."

Hearing this, Qin Hui nodded and said, "Scan my physical condition and list the best medical plan in reality for me."

"Ding, the host's injury is visceral damage caused by special energy. For this injury, conventional treatment is ineffective. In reality, the effective treatment is ginseng, snow lotus, He Shouwu, Ganoderma lucidum and other natural treasures. The energy of heaven and earth contained in this heavenly treasure can effectively decompose the special energy in your body.

"Okay, I know. Send me back to reality." Qin Hui replied when she heard it.

"Ding, you can stay in reality for three months, and then you will enter the main mission, the world of A Chinese Ghosts. I hope you have a good time in reality." With the words of the system, Qin Hui was transmitted back to his home.