Chapter 117 Trading

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A cold light flashed behind him!

The generous and sad teenager pulled his left hand and felt that his right elbow suddenly contracted, and his fingers were no longer able to hold the fireworks.

"Bang!"

A red light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes. Under the smoke, the teenager still rushed out and staggered a few steps before he fell to the ground. But Su Minghai's flying knife hit his right elbow and suddenly lost his strength. The string of the fireworks was pulled by his left hand, and the muzzle turned and touched it on his wrist. It happened to be aimed at his own face and was hitting a fireball on the bridge of his own nose.

This flower cannon can usually fly straight into the sky and start to explode. This range is not much different from ordinary bows and arrows. How great is the power? The teenager was hit by the head, and the bridge of his nose was immediately broken. Even half of his cheek bones were smashed, and a ball of medicine burned in the depths of his bones. Rao was a six-level warrior, but at this time, he fell to the ground and covered his face with his hands, and he couldn't help screaming in pain. His whole body shrank into a ball and rolled on the ground.

After rolling a few times like this, a dazzling light suddenly lit up in the joints of his hands. But this fireworks finally exploded, and suddenly lifted half of the man's skull, and the whole forest lit up.

Su Minghai saw that the man was silent and sighed before he returned and walked back.

- Although he almost didn't even take a picture of this man - just now, he chased him all behind his back, but he couldn't help admiring this man's determination!

-This man was obviously very good at jungle activities when he entered the forest, and Su Minghai was almost seven feet away from him at that time. If he hadn't thought of pulling the fireworks with both hands and hindering the speed of escape, he would have had a chance to escape from his divine range.

- In this dark jungle, the other party was born in Si and is familiar with the terrain. Once he gets out of the distance, it is difficult for him to find him again.

The people who can be sent outside by Liu Mingtong to explore the whereabouts of Su Minghai at the cost of their lives are all desperate men. Although the eight bastards were a little stunned just now, they only reacted in an instant - all eight of them had gathered, but they were rushed over like this. Although Su Minghai was a little clever, these eight people were also full of blood and shouting wildly and chasing.

But at this moment, Su Minghai's figure in black was clear in vain in the eyes of the eight people. The fireworks deeply embedded in the flesh and blood finally exploded. Although this dazzling light is through Su Minghai's body, it still makes people's vision full of bloody bright red even if they close their eyes...

Su Minghai's short sword shook, and the sword body made a cheerful moan, revealing a gentle golden yellow, faintly reflecting the eight men who slowly fell behind him.

Just now, the five-level teenager was moaning and struggling on the ground, but the six-level black crowd was surging. Under the lightning net, although he was not seriously injured, he has now struggled to get up and staggered out.

"Hey - you left so many companions alone?"

When the teenager suddenly heard this, his whole body was shocked, and his shoulder and back muscles were strained. He slowly turned around and stared at Su Minghai's shadowy shadow like a wolf, but he didn't say a word, but one hand slowly raised to his waist.

"I advise you not to do these stupid things. I bet that your hand will never reach into your arms!" Su Minghai raised his eyebrows and pinched a thin flying knife on his left finger. A faint flash in the dim starlight illuminated his pure smile and faintly illuminated a scar burned by the power grid on the ferocious face of a teenager several feet away.

In the distance, Su Minghai's face disappeared into the darkness again, and even the crystal flying knife in his hand disappeared. The teenager took a few breaths in a hurry, and there were bursts of burning pain from the scars on his face, and his heart gradually became cold. Finally, he couldn't stand the tension of his nerves and said:

"You! What are you going to do! Kill if you want! I won't say anything..."

"P..."

In the distance, there was the sound of oil bursting on the human body at high temperature. In the shadow in front of it, there was a cold light flash and moved left and right vaguely. But Su Minghai opened his mouth with a smile and shook his head.

"Ha ha, did I say what did I want you to say? Did you hear that? Ha ha, I don't seem to have said that..."

His words were wordy, but the young man in black became more and more frightened. His two fists were tightly pinched, and the blue veins on the back of his fists burst out, and each knuckle had been clenched white by him. Suddenly, the left palm hurts, but it has been unconsciously punctured by his nails and blood groaned out.

After this pain, the teenager calmed down again and gritted his teeth and said:

"Your martial arts skills are higher than mine, and I will naturally let you slaughter. But don't think about me. You don't have the identity of a magician!"

When this sentence was about to come out, Su Minghai couldn't help but be stunned, but his face was a little strange. Although he was still smiling, his tone became serious:

"Good! I didn't expect you to suit my appetite! If it weren't for today's hostility, I would have to drink a lot of white with you!"

"Well, how about I make a deal with you?"

"Do not say more, you just come up and kill people! I will never do the transaction!" The teenager's eyes were wide open and his neck was raised and he shouted, but there was a burn mark on his face, which slanted down and circled half a circle around his neck. The vocal cords were obviously affected. This tone was only hoarse and not high.

Su Minghai's secluded voice came again:

"Ha, put * in your arms on the ground. If you don't die in three moves, I'll let you go... I'll die in three moves... Naturally, I can't ask you anything... Can't you do this deal?"

The teenager was refreshed when he heard the words and immediately said, "Okay! A gentleman's words, a quick whip! I agreed to this deal!"

Liu Mingtong usually teaches the Falcons in Black, and sometimes there is an end to the game. This teenager is a good picker among the people in black. Every time he fights with Liu Mingtong, he can barely walk more than five moves. When he is lucky, he also goes to * moves once or twice. But he is not without self-aknowledge. He knows that Liu Mingtong's next guidance has his hand. If he is really a life-and-death struggle, he is not the enemy of other's three moves. However, he was worried that even if he tried his best to take out the fireworks, he would not escape the other party's knife. On the contrary, he had more opportunities to fight and get out of danger. Therefore, there was not even a word in his words, and he immediately grabbed Su Minghai's sentence and responded.

In order to avoid the other party's suspicion, he stretched out his left hand flatly, and then put his right hand into his arms little by little. Su Minghai also looked calm. He kept staring at the other party and slowly took out the fireworks and put them on the ground. Then he was relieved.