Chapter 483

The corner of her mouth twitched upwards, Feng Qingge was waiting at this moment, when Xue Mo's attention was on her right hand, she walked up on foot, slashed diagonally between Xue Mo's legs, and fell down His shoulders slammed out against Xue Mo's chest.

It was like being hit hard by a truck, and the huge force made Xue Mo's body sway. Feng Qingge's foot was inserted between his legs, and at the moment when his center of gravity was unsteady, where is his right foot? A touch of his heel. The whole person was like a tumbler, Xue Mo staggered back, and pressed her sword on her sword, only then did she stabilize her figure.

It's just that before he could breathe and breathe, the murderous aura of Ling Lie came out, as if being stared at by a cheetah. The two fists in front of him smashed out, and he didn't have time to let go of his fists. With a "swipe", he pulled out the long sword on the ground and quickly blocked it in front of him.

The speed was so fast that he didn't even have a chance to react. The coherent movements were completed in one go, as if he had already anticipated his movements, forcing him to have no way out but to draw his sword. Otherwise, the punched fist will definitely break his defense! The commonality of martial arts practitioners is that once there is danger, they will make defensive actions subconsciously. Unless they are trained dead soldiers, they only know how to attack and not know how to resist.

Pulling out the crotch, stepping up and leaning against the body, the last double straight punch, just three moves, three simple movements, actually made Xue Mo pull out his sword!

"I'm going, Feng Er Shui, do you want to be so handsome!" He Lanbo opened his mouth and looked at Feng Qingge, even he couldn't make Xue Mo draw his sword in three moves, although... these three moves are indeed true It's a bit wretched, who would dig out the crotch at the first move. Such an obscene style of play can only be done by Feng Er Shui.

Xue Mo's fair cheeks were covered with an angry blush, secretly Feng Qingge was shameless, but there was no way to do it. The smile of the person on the other side made him even more embarrassed. He squeezed the long sword in his hand and said coldly, "Just now, it doesn't count." So despicable and vulgar, it is exactly the same as Helanbo!

If Helanbo knew what Xue Mo was thinking, he would definitely fight this iceberg. What is despicable and vulgar, he He Lanbo is called wisdom!

"It doesn't count?" Feng Qingge silently covered her forehead, and could only sigh: "Okay, these three moves are indeed a little bit of that, but it doesn't matter, how about we switch to the other three moves?"

"Huh?" But at the moment of the promise, Xue Mo's expression changed greatly. The figure in front had already jumped out when the voice fell, and the fist that hit the center line was hammering straight at him, and he couldn't use his own. Saber, Xue Mo hurriedly used his fists to open Feng Qingge's fists, but the person in front of him sank his hands, and the fists that had hit his chest smashed hard on his lower abdomen.

What does it feel like to be able to crush an iron rod and smash it on a person's abdomen?

Just like being burned to the heart by a hot iron rod, the flesh and blood of the whole body boiled, and the internal organs were surging, and it was indescribably uncomfortable. Xue Mo even stepped back again and again, clutching his lower abdomen, "You, shameless!"

"..." You took the first shot and was beaten by me and called me nasty, so I would be shameless if I took the first shot?

Feng Qingge was even more depressed. Fighting with Xue Mo felt like he was bullying children, and there was absolutely no comparison. In desperation, Feng Qingge had no choice but to stand in the center of the ring, raised her eyebrows and said, "Then come on, I won't hit you anymore."

This grievance looks like she has hurt Xue Mo.

Xue Mo stomped his feet even more angrily, but there was nothing he could do. With a "swipe", he threw the saber out of his hand and stuck it on the stone pillar. He said coldly, "Feng Er Shui!"

"Even if you read Feng Sanshui, it won't change the fact that you were beaten by me." Feng Qingge raised her eyebrows and smiled.

He Lanbo, who was in the audience, clapped his hands and shouted excitedly: "It's not bad, I have Helanbo's temperament, well said! I didn't expect you to become so cheap now, and you don't stutter when you talk. I have to use a shady trick for this Snow Maiden skin, and next time I will dig out my crotch and hit it with a hammer to kill this kid!"

"He Lanbo!" Xue Mo almost froze, his eyes glared at He Lanbo, and his silver teeth almost shattered.

With an embarrassed smile, Feng Qingge coughed lightly: "Well, let's fight seriously."

"To deal with you, you can't be serious!" Xue Mo said angrily.

Will you die if you don't pretend? Depressedly rubbing her temples, Feng Qingge had no choice but to nod her head and said, "Okay, then just hit it and go."

"..." Why does he always meet people like Helanbo! The veins on Xue Mo's face were about to burst out, and her hands were shaking with anger. Before Feng Qingge could speak, the pair of hands with strong wind had already patted out.

coming! Feng Qingge didn't dare to exaggerate her strength, saying that the three moves were just taking advantage of Xue Mo's inattentiveness. If you really wanted to win over the person in front of you, ordinary moves would never work! In this moment of effort, the countless plans have been unfolded in his mind. Facing Xue Mo's double fists, Feng Qingge did not flinch.

Who is Feng Qingge, a Huaxia agent, and close combat is her strength. Xue Mo's choice to fight her in this way is completely self-defeating!

"Boom!" In just a few minutes, the situation in the ring became the focus.

There are no overly gorgeous moves, but the skinny person, every time Xue Mo's attack, smashes everyone's chest like a heavy hammer, lingering.

"Is this the cook? Oh my God, kill me!"

"Slap me now, wake me up from my dream, and tell me it's not true!"

"Where is this Nima a cook, his melee strength can be on par with Xue Mo!"

Dumbfounded people can't wait to hit them to death. The sneak attack in front of them can be justified, but now that they have been fighting for so long, who can tell them how the cook is so strong!

With the two fists facing each other, Feng Qingge and Xue Mo each took three steps back, and the tiger's mouth on both hands was even numb from the shock of Xue Mo. The continuous fighting consumed a lot of Feng Qingge's strength, panting heavily. The sweat on her forehead kept rolling down, and she tried her best to control her breath.

Xue Mo, who was standing on the opposite side, had to be relaxed. He was not panting like Feng Qingge, but his cheeks were also slightly moist, with a layer of fine sweat on the cloth. He reached out and ticked, and said coldly, "Continue!"

"Huh..." After wiping the sweat from her forehead, Feng Qingge sighed and said, "I haven't exercised for a long time, so I'm a little rusty."

"Hmph...within ten moves, you will be defeated!" The cold light in his black eyes suddenly appeared, Xue Mo stepped out, stretched out his hand and hit Feng Qingge.

Feng Qingge, who was forced to retreat, quickly dodged, but she was out of energy and her speed dropped a lot. If she couldn't dodge, she could only defend by unloading her strength. After all, Xue Mo found the loophole and grabbed it. The shirt on Feng Qingge's chest slammed to the ground.