Chapter 80 Original, Brutal

Chapter 80 Original and Barbaric

The question is, what if two people are evenly matched and neither of them can beat them?

Have you been spending time all day and night? Or is it simply suicide to complete the other party?

As soon as Qiming came in, he felt something wrong. He turned around and was about to go out, but he found that the thin layer of light blue could not be passed through. When he hit the invisible wall, he felt that his fists and body were so weak for the first time that he couldn't help but be surprised.

"You don't want to go out until I die."

Su Yong said leisurely and calmed down. He feels wonderful now, just like going back to the past. When he was a soldier, he didn't have any internal strength or much understanding. He was just a normal person who could raise a knife.

Here, Su Yong can say that he has a slight advantage, because he has weapons, and Qiming is empty-handed.

So, with his advanced strategic concept, he took the lead and was ready to take the lead.

Qimingkong had a huge and strong body, but his internal force was hollowed out and he was unarmed. He had to avoid its edge and retreat step by step.

The situation on the court became very strange for a while. The person who was chasing and killing people turned upside down.

Su Yong felt that the thin blood knife in his hand gradually became heavy.

Under the waterfall, he has tried to make moves without internal force, and he is still extremely accurate and profiable. But at this moment, I found that the supreme fantasy is very different. He is really just a normal person here, not a master who deliberately put away his internal power.

The strength here is consumed very fast. Although he knows the skill of thunder three strikes in his heart, he can no longer make such an elegant and rapid attack.

When he felt that the weapon began to be heavy, he dared not wait any longer. Taking a step with all his strength, he cut it with a knife in both hands.

There is no wind, no blood moon, and no purple knife light. It's just an ordinary chopping, just using the knife method of three thunder strikes.

Qiming is so tall that he can only cut to the lower half of the other party.

The slow first blow cut a gap, and the second hit rubbed Qiming's waist.

The barely completed third blow was about to cut the thigh, but it was caught by Qiming's suddenly stretched out palms and could no longer be cut down.

Qiming's defensive posture is very smooth, and the trajectory drawn by his palms carries a strange beauty, which is obviously a wonderful move.

But this knife, with some momentum, still cut Qiming's left hand. However, Qiming's strength was a little stronger than Su Yong's, and his hands were as big as a fan, and he actually held a sharp blood knife.

Su Yong, who had exhausted his strength, could not further expand the results and took advantage of the other party's painful retreat.

Now that the blood knife has become the key to victory, he dares not gamble. In case the weapon is taken away by the other party, he will have to die.

After the two sides retreated, they stared at each other like two beasts, gasping for breath.

"You can't beat me." Qiming suddenly laughed. He glanced at the injury of his palm, and his red face showed strong confidence: "I have taken the oldest way. I have practiced martial arts for many years before I have internal strength. At that time, no one was more ruthless and accurate than me, and no one could react as quickly as I did.

"You used the wrong place for me to attack me." Su Yong slowly rubbed his wrist and looked at the tip of the blade.

He remembered that when he first got this knife, the blood knife had just come out, and the color was bright red.

But now I have been full of blood and absorbed my soul, and it has become a restrained deep purple. This is the color of the king, and it is also the most majestic color.

"We can only survive one?" Qiming looked around, and the light blue of the supreme fantasy reflected in his eyes, burning flames.

Su Yong nodded in silence.

Qiming smiled and suddenly asked, "How could they send you here?" Aren't you afraid of death?"

Su Yong smiled at the corners of his mouth and shouted, "You're wrong. They didn't send me here, but I wanted to come." He flicked his left finger gently, and the blood knife made a crisp tinkling sound. Su Yongning listened to the crisp sound, as if he saw the old face of the swordsmith again. He sighed for a long time, "Actually, I'm afraid of death. However, when I pick up this knife, I will forget this.

"Okay, let's do it forever." Qiming suddenly strode on his step, regardless of the pain in his right hand, and the big fist of the casserole smashed down fiercely.

His attack was very accurate, but his big fist did not bring any wind.

This punch hit Su Yong's shoulder directly, but Su Yong also swept his leg at the moment he turned upside down.

Because neither of them is very powerful, although it is painful this time, it does not cause any harm, and no one is considered a loss.

But Su Yong was a master who did not want to be bullied. Under the blow of the other party, the blood in his bones surged up. The next moment, he raised his knife crazily and cut it forward with the three-strike moves.

In the supreme fantasy, they used the most primitive and savage way. You punched me, and I cut you. After a while, both of them were black and blood-stained.

A tall giant full of muscles, fighting with an iron-blooded armored man, actually beating like two children. If a martial arts master sees their fight like this, I'm afraid he will laugh over.

"Haha, I haven't played so much for a long time." Qiming staggered down in the corner, looked at the broken fingers on the ground and laughed.

"How dare you laugh." Su Yong wiped the blood flowing from his nostrils and snorted coldly, "I'll dismember you later."

"Not necessarily," Qiming pointed to a large pool of blood under Su Yong with a few remaining fingers and said, "Maybe I beat you up."

"Then come on." Su Yong forced his strength to stand up, but he was dizzy, so he had to sit down slowly again with a blood knife in his hands: "Wait, take a break first."

"Haha, I think you will bleed too much and die later, and I don't have to do it." Qiming looked up to the sky and laughed.

After a long time, the two still did not stand up.

The atmosphere here in the supreme fantasy really makes people want to sleep. The two thought at the same time, and then looked at each other warily.

"Do you still have the strength?" Su Yong asked.

"There's still a little."

"Then you come here."

Qiming was furious: "Why do you want me to come here? Don't you have a knife? Come on, come and dismember me."

......

"Why do you always use this trick?" There are only three fingers left in Qiming's hands.

Su Yong laughed and said, "Because you can't break it. Look, every time I use it, you will drop a finger."

His three thunder strikes were used several times, but Qiming's moves were not repeated, and each punch was also very accurate, turning him into a panda eye and sausage mouth.

However, the other party can't swing his fist again soon.

Because I don't have enough fingers.

"How do you think we will play the next moment?" Qiming fell to the ground, and there was no strength in his whole body. He felt that his eyelids were heavier than his head.

"I can't hold the knife." Su Yong was full of blood and said frankly, "If there is another round, I'm afraid I'll have to bite with my mouth." This sentence is a little vague, because several of his teeth have been knocked off by the other party's fist.

The two people are about to become beasts.

......

"Why are you dealing with our earth?" After a long time, Su Yong asked, "Anyway, there is only one left between us. Just tell me."

Qiming raised his head and wanted to look at the sky, but he only saw the light blue of the supreme fantasy. He sighed, "It's hard for people to be satisfied. I always feel that what others have is better than my own, so I just want to grab it."

Su Yong was silent for a long time and asked, "Is that what you thought when you just practiced martial arts?"

Qiming thought for a long time and suddenly sighed, "Don't mention the past. I have lost my past heart for a long time."

Su Yong couldn't help sighing in his heart. Perhaps all the strong people's original thoughts were not like this, but they finally lost their nature after their eyes were covered by desire.

The two looked at each other, and Qiming's eyes gradually dimmed. But when he saw the blood underground, the flames of his eyes ignited again.

"I have lived for thousands of years, and the years of cultivation are difficult to calculate. Now the hegemony is about to be completed. Why don't you... fulfill me?"

Su Yong laughed loudly: "You have lived for so long, but I have only lived for more than 20 years. Compared with life, life has just begun, which is the most wonderful moment. You'd better do it for me. Anyway, you're tired of living.

As soon as the words fell, the two of them jumped on the ground at the same time and rushed to each other like two beasts.