Chapter 567

At this time, Yi Beichen's neijiagong showed up. With Duan Hong's pull, he sent his left arm to the right rear, blocking his left arm in front of his chest.

Now, the dagger has arrived.

"Hiss!"

An invincible dagger passed on Yi Beichen's left arm, and his blood gushed out like a spring.

"Lotus!" Yi Beichen drinks in a low voice. The right arm that originally supported Duan Hong's back waist changes from pushing to shooting!

Duan Hong's body was forced apart. The dagger is again on the backhand.

This time, Yi Beichen had the time to react. He turned aside, and his right hand was on the wound of his left arm. He continued to point several acupoints, and the blood stopped gradually.

At the moment, he was in a cold sweat. Just now, if his reaction was slow, the dagger would not cut his arm, but stab his heart. In that case, his life would not be saved.

The waiter, who was knocked down by Duan Hong, saw both sides use knives, scream and climb out. Duan Hong kicked him on his temple and knocked him out.

Kill him while he's sick!

Duan Hong steps up and holds the dagger back. At this moment, the three followers of Yi Beichen also react and rush up, but their Kung Fu is far from Yi Beichen, almost in an instant.

The dagger, which passed through the neck of the three, stirred up three blood columns, and fell to the ground without even shouting.

Yi Beichen even if the brain is excrement, also guessed Duan Hong to kill him, the feeling of being cheated and hurt pain, make him a little crazy.

Duan Hong killed three people in a row, but his speed didn't decrease. In his opinion, Yi Beichen was the most difficult to deal with. Although his arm was injured, for a master of internal skill, trauma had little effect on him.

Only when he is severely injured can his teeth be broken.

And Yi Beichen now in addition to anger, there is a trace of unwilling and surprised, did not expect Duan Hong shot so sharp, to his vigilance again raise a chip.

Duan Hong, holding a dagger in his right hand, stabbed Yi Beichen straight. The latter retreated several steps in a row. He didn't dare move his left arm. He wiped his right hand on his waist and pulled it out.

A soft sword is in your hand. Soft sword is one of the most difficult cold weapons to practice. First of all, you need to understand the flexibility of the sword. Second, you need deep skills. Otherwise, you often get hurt before you kill the enemy.

Duan Hong is still in contact for the first time. At this moment, the adrenal hormone is secreted rapidly, everything in front of him becomes slow, and the whole body's blood is speeding up. There is an inexplicable and belligerent impulse in his heart.

Yi Beichen's teeth are surprised. His two ring eyes can stare blood. The next moment, his right hand shakes. The soft sword shakes like a silver snake and stabs Duan Hong!

The so-called one inch long and one inch strong, soft sword has at least two feet five inches, Duan Hong's dagger is no longer than eight inches, the length does not occupy any advantage.

When the dagger and the soft sword were about to approach, Duan Hong suddenly dived to avoid the sword force, and his right hand stretched out to draw from the stab. At this moment, Yi Beichen's moves have changed, and the strangeness of soft sword is revealed at this moment.

The straight soft sword suddenly bent down and stabbed Duan Hong on the top of his head again.

This kind of playing method of hurting the enemy by one thousand and losing eight hundred by oneself has a kind of indomitable momentum. The master's moves are often instantaneous, and everyone wants to occupy the advantage, master the initiative and sense of rhythm.

Duan Hong's Dagger can pierce Yi Beichen's abdomen immediately. At this moment, he is not willing to give up. However, if you still stab him, if you are sure to stab him, your head may also be injured.

Two stubborn insist on the people together, naturally is the tip of the needle to maimang, who do not want to let.

Duan Hong seems to be able to feel the cold on the soft sword. In the end, he compromises. Yi Beichen's arm is injured. The longer he persists, the worse it will be for him.

The body that scurries down quickly rolls on the spot, dodges sword potential, at the same time, the attack to Yi Beichen also disappears.

On the other hand, Yi Beichen's mouth was raised and he showed a bloodthirsty smile. Shua Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua.

At this moment, he regretted his decision just now. He should fight with this guy. He rolls continuously on the ground. Although this move is not good-looking, it is simple and practical. It can resolve the most difficult move to dodge.

When Yi Beichen wields his sword, his movements are natural and graceful. It seems that he is dancing a dance. The soft sword in his hand forms a sword shadow, almost blocking Duan Hong's attack route, forcing him close to the back wall.

"Is this the Qingcheng sword technique? It's really interesting. " Duan Hong didn't dare to blink. His eyes were several times better than ordinary people. Even so, it was hard to see each other's flaws.

See, has been leaning on the corner, in no retreat, can not help but some anxious.

At this moment, a black object came in the distance, blocking the shadow of the sword. The soft sword cleaved on the black object. As soon as the sword stagnated, Duan Hong could see that it was a black leather shoe thrown by Li Bo.

At the moment, he was still holding one in his hand and standing there with flower socks on his two feet. He was a little afraid and worried and looked here.

This slight delay gave Duan Hong enough time to return the move. He saw the empty space and stabbed the dagger.

"Hum!"

Yi Beichen snorts coldly. The soft sword shakes again and cuts the leather shoes into two easily. Duan Hong's dagger has reached his chest, so he has to turn the soft sword back to block the dagger.

"Jingle."

The dagger and the soft sword collided and sparked.

It seems that Yi Beichen's blade is not a common weapon. They are separated from each other.

Yi Beichen was a little depressed. He had a fight with Duan Hong just now, but he didn't see which sect he was using. It was almost the same as the fight of street hooligans.

But this kind of simple move can block the 18 swords of Qingcheng.

"Son of a bitch! Which school are you from Yi Beichen said coldly.

Duan Hong said with a smile, "gouduzi, I just don't want to tell you, but what I can say is that I was originally a monk, and it's my lifelong wish to help all living beings. What I like most is to help you."

Say, attack again.

Both of them are fast in shape, and their attacking methods are both fast. Li Bo on one side is dazzled and can't even distinguish the two figures.

All of a sudden, he saw a man lying on the ground, his body trembling slightly. He was still alive after being stabbed in the neck? His left hand slowly took out a pistol from his back and aimed at Duan Hong.

When Li Bo thought about the past, the man had pulled the trigger, which seemed to be his last strength.

"Hong

"Dong!"

Li Bo's shouts and gunshots were almost instantaneous.

Duan Hong subconsciously retreated quickly. He was very fast, but not fast enough to dodge bullets.

"Hiss."

Duan Hong only felt that there was a flower in front of him. The bullet stuck to his cheek and wiped it. A wisp of blood flowed out. The smell of blood made him feel refreshed, and everything in front of him became illusory.

Yi Beichen's ferocious face and the soft sword in his hand seemed to slow down a lot. His movement was so clear.

At the same time, Duan Hong felt a strong force rushing out of Dazhui acupoint.

Seeing Duan Hong injured, Li Bo jumped in a hurry. He didn't know where the strength came from. He kicked the gun on the ground and shot the man. He kicked the gun away. Then he rode on him and swung his fist: "bad guy! The bad guys dare to hurt Hong. I'll kill you -- "

Yi Beichen doesn't seem to see Li Bo's behavior. Now his opponent is Duan Hong. As long as he is subdued, the little fat man is useless.

Seeing that Duan Hong's face was covered with blood, he leaned against the back corner in a daze. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he stabbed out immediately.

The soft sword body trembles slightly and rubs against the air, making a buzzing vibration sound.

Duan Hong gasped like a fool. His eyes turned red and he stared at the soft sword like a silver snake.

Now the soft sword immediately comes to Duan Hong's heart, and Yi Beichen's pupil dilates. He is sure that this sword can hurt Duan Hong even if it can't kill him.

Did Duan Hong really give up his resistance?

Of course not. At the moment when the sword was on his chest, his body suddenly disappeared——

Yi Beichen was very surprised: "how can it be? How can it be like this? Can he blink? It's impossible. There's no such Kung Fu in the world! "

Approaching, he only felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and his neck seemed to be scratched by something thin. Immediately, something splashed out.

Yi Beichen feels incredible. He puts his hand on his neck, and his hand is full of blood. When he wants to speak, he can only make a whine, and his trachea has been cut off. How to speak.

"You are too slow." Duan Hong's voice is cold, and it rings behind him, but it sounds like a call from hell to Yi Beichen.

He turned his head. At this time, the pain was transmitted to the brain through the nerve. In addition to the pain, there was also a sense of despair. His eyes gradually turned into snowflakes on the TV without signal. His left hand grabbed a button at the bottom of Duan Hong's shirt. Finally, he fell into a complete coma.

Duan Hong's ferocious feeling soon disappeared, followed by abnormal fatigue. Although the time was short, the fatigue did not decrease.

This violent attack is slightly different. I can control my body behavior, and the Dazhui acupoint behind can burst out ten times more internal Qi than usual!

What's going on?

Duan Hong didn't have time to think carefully and waved to Li Bo.

Li Bo timidly walked up to Duan Hong. Duan Hong killed several people just now, which left him a terrible impression. He was more or less afraid.

This will see Duan Hong's face is pale and bloodless, and the temples are full of sweat.

"Big wave, come on - carry me away." Duan Hong said that he couldn't fall down. Li Bo quickly supported him and said anxiously, "Hong, what's the matter with you?"

Duan Hong shakes his head. Just now he fought with Yi Beichen. Both his spirit and physical strength were improved to the extreme at that moment. In addition, he was extremely tired because of the sudden outburst of violence.

"Don't say it. Let's go." Duan Hong said, lying on Li Bo's back and looking down, he saw Yi Beichen's soft sword. It was a good weapon and he picked it up.

Unexpectedly, it was very heavy to start with, at least 20 jin. There was a deep blood trough in the middle of the sword.

Duan Hong bent it and tied it to Li Bo's waist. Just now the gun rang. It's estimated that someone will come soon. Li Bo's IQ is low, but he's not so stupid that he doesn't know anything.

Carrying Duan Hong on his back, he disappeared.