Three bodies

Nover: I'm considering whether to compete for full attendance next month, which seriously compromises the quality of writing.

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After An Yanyan landed, he turned around and a tall figure fell on her original place, which was the "second brother". The clothes under the second brother's whole body were already broken, and the healthy skin color inside also had countless scars, but it seemed that no wound hurt him - or look at him. The ferocious physique does not seem to be endangered by such a shallow wound.

The second brother stood beside his eldest brother: "Be careful, that woman is very fast, her body is also very strange, and her swordsmanship is also very good, like Dugu Jiujian."

The third brother also put up with internal injury: "That man has an invisible palm knife, and his dragon capture skill is very strong, and his dragon claw hand and palm are slightly weaker."

An Yanyan said loudly to Kang Jie, "That big man is very powerful and fast, but he is not skillful and flexible enough."

Kang Jie also replied loudly: "That young short man, with extremely strong skills and mediocre internal skills, has suffered internal injuries, and claims to have received the name of some 'technique'. The older man's internal skills are extremely high, and external skills should not be good."

An Yan said strangely, "So, the tall man also said what name he inherited. It seems that these three people are good at one aspect! The oldest one should inherit the name of 'heart' or 'qi', and his internal skills are very strong!"

The two deliberately spoke loudly so that the three of them could hear it. The eldest brother stared at the two brothers fiercely: "You talk too much, are you handsome?"

While he stared, An Yanyan and Kang Jie launched an attack at the same time, and aimed at the third brother. He grabbed Long Gong directly, and then Long Yuanjian pointed straight to his chest. At this time, the eldest brother was staring at his second brother, and the second brother's eyes were clear and grabbed Long Yuanjian with one hand.

As long as this grab blocks the sword momentum a little, the three people can react, and as long as they play the sword body to achieve such a result, the second brother will not pay much. If the speed is fast enough, his fingers may not be broken.

An Yanyan showed a successful expression on his face. He turned the sword and turned the second brother horizontally. He didn't want to hurt him anywhere else, but just aimed at his arm.

"Ah!" A scream flew up with an arm. The second brother's steel-hard muscles and skin could not withstand the benefits of the dragon abyss sword. If it was directly cut, it would never fall down.

At the same time, the eldest brother has already reacted. With a slap, Kang Jie stood in front of An Yanyan and took a slap. Of course, the other party did not dare to slap him again, and his right palm withdrew his left palm and hit Kang Jie's face.

But Kang Jie could not be hit by this low-level move and raised his hand to block it.

The two sides staggered several times and then pulled away again. Kang Jie's side was unharmed, and the opposite side was obviously much more miserable.

Big brother looked at the bloody second brother and the seriously injured third, and sighed, "You go first. I'll hold them back!"

The second brother said in a low voice, "I can work hard with one hand."

The eldest brother just shouted, "Let's go!"

After saying that, he rushed directly to An Yanyan. Of course, An Yanyan greeted him with a sword. The sharpness of Dugu Jiujian enveloped the opponent, but the opponent did not seem to be confused by the dazzling sword front. He punched and slapped the spine of the sword, and was interpreted by him incisively and vividly.

When his two brothers saw this scene, they naturally knew that they couldn't help now. They rushed away and ran away. Of course, Kang Jie caught up with them. Both of them were seriously injured, as if they couldn't run. The second brother saw that he couldn't run. He borrowed a force on the wall and directly put the cement on the wall. Step on a pit, and then turn around and have a leg.

It was difficult for Kang Jie to avoid such a necessary leg. He simply did not hide. He only gathered all his skills in his chest and ate a leg. Then he put his hands around his thigh and turned half a circle, and the leg was separated from his master.

The second brother's scream was more sad than just now. If he broke one hand and one leg, he was a real useless person. Yang Guo broke one hand, which made it impossible for him to enter the swordless realm of Dugu's defeat for the rest of his life, and if his hand was broken and foot were broken, so it was impossible to use martial arts again. Even if he took a prosthetic limb, he had to practice it again. In 20 or 30 years, Zhenqi can't enter, and it will definitely be greatly discounted in the end.

Unless he can find the "intangible body" cell and * make a real leg, whether he can connect it or not depends on his luck.

What's more, now his thigh is bleeding like a column. If there is no timely treatment, he will soon lose blood and die.

Thinking of all this, in addition to the miserable, there was also a little more sadness and unwillingness in the cry, and the desperate voice filled the whole corridor.

Kang Jie was slapped and felt uncomfortable, and his chest was very stuffy. Lao San also saw this and took the opportunity to attack again. Kang Jie wanted to raise his arms to block each other, but his hands seemed to be out of control, so he had to retreat quickly, and his power kept hitting the blocked meridians.

No matter how strong Lao San's skills are, he can't play a role in touching opponents. He can only throw a few flying needles far away. Unfortunately, his skills are not deep. These needles are not fast. If Kang Jie's movements are not slow, he can't be stabbed.

A few needles shallowly plunged into the acupuncture point of Kang Jie's chest, causing him to sit softly on the stairs. Lao San took Kang Jie's throat directly, but was split by a sword.

An Yanyan jumped beside Kang Jie: "When I heard his scream, I knew that he fought back desperately. Fortunately, I didn't worry about coming to have a look, otherwise you would really die."

Kang Jie was also in a cold sweat. Just now, his whole body was unable to operate, and his limbs were sealed by a silver needle and he could not move. If he was really pierced into his throat by the needle on the third finger, there was really no way to resist it. It would really kill people.

An Yanyan saw those silver needles at a glance, and she pulled them out casually, "No problem?"

Kang Jie shouted, "Be careful!"

"I know," after An Yan's spiritual consciousness, his sensing ability was only stronger than that of ordinary people. Kang Jie noticed that she would not notice it. Long Yuan's sword blocked to the side, and the next moment he kicked it on the top. His body flashed out by force, suddenly turned into a black ball and rolled directly to Lao San.

She didn't deal with the boss because she knew that the boss was very powerful, but he didn't have a sharp weapon. Even if Kang Jie was slapped twice, it was not a big deal with his body protection, but the third one below had a lot of hidden weapons, and any one was in Kang Jie's throat. Touching Kangjie will return to Jiuquan, and he is also injured. He should be able to kill him in seconds with all his strength.

The black ball pressed the whole with the blade to Lao San, and the silver needle on Lao San's body kept shooting out, but the speed was really unmatched. An Yanyan blocked it with a casual wave. At the same time, the boss's palms were also printed on Kang Jie's back.

The two have similar skills, but Kang Jie has been slightly injured, and one is attacking and the other is suffering. As a result, Kang Jie was beaten out and should not die.

But the third brother is not so lucky. In the face of him, An Yanyan, who fell from the sky and her irresistible sword, even if he is in full state, he may not be able to carry it down. Obviously, he can't compete with the momentum.

This is nothing more than the difference between life and death. Lao San barely raised a few silver needles to resist. Unfortunately, he was not undefeated in the East. On the contrary, An Yanyan was more like the combination of the East's undefeated and Linghu Chong. Under the sharp Longyuan sword, the silver needle could not be resisted at all and was directly cut off, but at the same time, it was also cut off by his Life.

A scar from head to toe heralds the death of the 20-year-old human engineer.

Kang Jie's luck is much better. Although the two palms hit him seriously, they also shook his meridians. Although he was injured, his mobility also recovered.

And the only one who is still in full state is An Yanyan. Of course, An Yanyan's sword will not stop and turn into a black ball to sweep the boss again.

The sword spirit and the boss's palm wind constantly collide and rub. Although the invisible true spirit can't stop the Longyuan Sword, it also causes this "big brother" to be able to constantly avoid and retreat with strength.

The three brothers have a deep relationship and have long regarded each other as their own brothers. At this time, the boss saw that his second brother had been abolished and the third brother had died. Of course, it was heartbreaking, but there was nothing he could do. The enemy in front of him was very strong, and only by calmness could he revenge.

Therefore, he kept retreating and constantly using Zhenli to resolve An Yanyan's sword.

An Yanyan saw that his opponent dodged easily with his sword spirit and shouted, "Kang Jie, throw that big man over!"

Kang Jie nodded, raised the big man and threw it over. An Yanyan slapped him.

The old man was happy. Sure enough, as soon as time dragged on, the other party committed two crimes. He also greeted him with one slap. The true anger of the two people kept hitting the second brother's body. Although this damage to the second brother's body, it was better than a stab.

The true spirit of the two fought against each other, and soon An Yanyan fell behind. Although the practice of qi in the Eight Chakra Meridian also has the best internal power, after all, the other party is professional in internal power. The ten * practice is Jiuyi magic power, only strong but not weak.

The boss pressed An Yanyan downstairs step by step through his brother's body. An Yanyan could only keep retreating. He was below, and his strength was weaker. Of course, he couldn't stand it.

The two held each other for a long time, and suddenly the second brother said with difficulty: "Brother, it's poisonous..."

"What?" The old man was shocked. He looked up and found that there was a ball of green gas between the second brother's eyebrows. Although the green gas was very light, it could be seen that it spread from below, and the other end of the green gas had spread into his palm.

"What?!" The old man was shocked and realized that the scar in his palm was cut by Kang Jie, and the poison gas entered his body without hindrance through it.

"Is this the purpose of your sword and palm?" The boss looked at An Yanyan in surprise. His arm had been pulled back, and the paralysis of his palm was spreading. He tried his best to force the poison out of the body, but it was difficult. It seemed that it was not an ordinary toxin, like... Voodoo?

An Yanyan knew that he was procrastinating, did not answer him, and handed over the sword directly. The boss had to temporarily give up the poison and began to dodge the other party's sword, but the paralysis of his arm was getting higher and higher, and finally his body was stabbed by An Yanyan.

An Yanyan didn't want to take back the sword at all. She directly ravaged in the other party's body with Longyuan Jianli, just like chopping meat, and kept going back and forth. It was not until the other party's eyes widened and her body slowly stopped moving.

Of course, he also gave the tall dick on the ground at the same time.

Kang Jie ran to her weakly and looked at the three bodies on the ground: "Is it done?"

An Yanyan wiped his sweat: "It's done."