Chapter 279

The two of them have already seen the battle of this side, but their battle is a battle of life and death, and they can't afford to neglect it at all, so they didn't pay extra attention at all.

For Ning fan, this is because he believes in the strength of Zhou Biao and others, and the three are more than enough to deal with the two.

Sword crazy is not to their life and death in mind, she was threatened, where there is leisure psychology will be their lives.

Listen to Ning fan's words, sword crazy corner of the eye remaining light lightly swept once.

Sure enough, the four men's battle gradually divided.

Zhao Kun is hiding in Tibet. Zhou Biao made great strides and suddenly made a blow. Zhao Kun couldn't avoid it, he waved his fist to block it.

All of a sudden, Zhou Biao loosed his fist and turned into a catcher. He got a hard blow from Zhao Kun. Then he caught Zhao Kun's shoulders. He fell over his shoulders and threw him to the ground. Then a tiger pounced on him and held him down.

Zhao Kun is defeated!

Zhong Kui and peony fight endlessly, but it is obvious that Zhong Kui's breath has been unstable, panting, sweating, the blood of his arm is flowing all over the ground, and his face gradually becomes pale.

Peony give full play to the advantage of body flexibility, East hit a punch, West kick, let Zhongkui left right protrusion, unbearable.

But people with a clear eye can see that Zhong Kui has been defeated. This is just his last stubborn resistance.

"How about now? Come on, I'll let you die with dignity. " Ning Fan said.

Jian Chi's eyes twinkled and he suddenly stared at Ning fan. His cherry like mouth opened slightly and said, "listen, the address is Huangyuan at the end of Fengqi road in southern Sichuan."

"Yellow garden."

Knowing the detailed address, Ning fan is sure to have a chance, even if it's a tiger's den, he also wants to break through.

Jian Chi curved his mouth and said confidently, "I know you will definitely go, but I can conclude that it will be the end of your life. If you want to live a few more days, I advise you not to go."

"Since you said so much, I've ruined your good deeds this time. Will you let me go?" Ning fan asked.

"No Sword maniac said firmly.

"In that case, if I don't go to him, he will come to me. What's the difference?"

"You can live for a while."

"Ha ha, I'm still alive." Ning fan sneered, "that's not my style."

"Then go to hell."

"I want you to die before I die."

Voice did not fall, Ning fan rushed out with the wind and thunder.

Sword crazy quickly retreated, smart and graceful, sword light scattered, like stars, covering her body.

Like thunder like electric shock, only to see a huge palm hit on the sword light, with a bang, the sword light all cracked.

But by this short time, Jian Chi has retreated to Zhou Biao and others.

The light of the sword flashed, and Zhou Biao felt cold in his heart. He felt that he was covered by ten thousand swords, and the Qi of killing was attacking his heart and lungs.

He yelled and hurried aside.

Puchi!

The sword cut a blood mark on Zhao Kun's neck, and the blood burst out immediately, just like a burst water bag. His throat gave out a gasp of lotus, and then returned to calm. He widened his eyes and looked at the woman he wanted to play with, and his reluctance and fear enlarged rapidly.

Zhao Kun is dead.

Dead under the sword of sword maniac!

Jian Chi didn't even look at it. He looked straight ahead with cold eyes and continued to fly away, as if Zhao Kun were the grass on the side of the road.

At this time, Zhou Biao suddenly realized that Jian Chi didn't want to kill him at all, but wanted to force him away. The person she really wanted to kill was Zhao Kun.

He can't help but feel cold. What kind of heart is this woman? She can kill her companions without blinking an eye. It's really dangerous to be with such people at any time.

Almost all of them have this idea, but they don't understand the mind of Jian Chi.

She is proud and unique.

Zhong Kui and Zhao Kun have no place in her eyes. They are just chess pieces. They need to live when they need to, and they will be destroyed when they don't need to.

Looking at her elegant figure, Ning fan gradually understood her state of mind, and could not help but mourn for her.

She is infatuated with swords. She can be indifferent to everything outside, even to life. She has no companions, but only swords in her heart.

Sword is her everything, her life.

If one day, her self-confidence will collapse completely, even if she does not die, her life will wither like Epiphyllum, because without sword, she will have no soul.

Can people live without soul?

Yes!

It's just a walking corpse.

But Ning fan will not let her wait until that day, because today he will destroy each other.

Bang!

There was a shot.

Wang Jianye shot.

Looking at this ghostly figure, he chose to shoot.

Ding!

The bullet hit, but it hit the blade.

The sword maniac, just like Ning fan, can't be hurt by ordinary bullets. She knows when and where the bullets will hit when she listens to the wind.

She just put the sword there, and it became a shield.

I don't know what material this sword is made of. The bullet with high-speed impact didn't leave any trace on the sword body, and the turbulent force was transformed into thrust by her, which made her speed a little faster.

But Wang Jianye doesn't intend to give up. His psychological quality is excellent. Even if he sees more magical scenes, he will not have the slightest timidity and hesitation.

Bang! Bang!

So he fired a few more shots, as usual.

Wang Jianye sighed secretly. He had to admit that he really couldn't hurt the other side, but he was not discouraged. He was confident that if he brought the AWP sniper rifle, I'm afraid the other side would not escape so easily.

Shua!

The light of the sword flashed, and the sword was crazy in front of Zhong Kui.

With a lesson from the past, peony knows that she wants to kill, so she tries to fight back to save Zhong Kui's life.

But her attack seemed to be vulnerable to sword mania. As soon as the light of the sword came out, the peony was forced back, and the sharp sword drove straight into Zhong Kui's chest.

Zhong Kui's eyes turned red and roared. He was not reconciled. Jianchi wanted to kill him, which was totally unreasonable. They were together.

But he saw her determination in her cold determination.

His idea was so ridiculous that she didn't regard him as a companion at all.

"I'll fight with you."

He struggled with his last strength, swam all over his body, and met the sword with his huge fist.

Whoa!

As if the silk had been cut, the sword went straight through his fist, into his heart, and then quickly pulled it back. The blood spattered. He was nailed in place like a piece of wood and could not move.

Thirteen Taibao's kung fu training is vulnerable to the attack of sword mania.