One thousand one hundred and twenty-nine: The battle of life and death (celebrating the birth of the
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"Yan?" The man's eyebrows moved and he looked at him: "Are you Yan Wan?"
Yan smiled wildly, showing his white teeth: "Are you Hao Xinghe? A D-class special actor...the protagonist of this drama."
"Han sword?" Hao Xinghe noticed the sword in Yan Wan's hand. It was much wider than ordinary swords and had a slender and straight blade. His tone contained a bit of surprise.
"Soft sword."
Similarly, Yan Wan also focused on the slender long sword he was holding, which was trembling slightly with the shaking of his wrist and was no more than an inch wide.
Bang
The sound of water dripping.
Yan Wang and Hao Xinghe ducked away at the same time.
"good!"
Hao Xinghe looked at the crossbow arrow nailed into the wall next to his ear and felt the buzzing sound of the crossbow arrow. He gave a soft compliment.
"You too." Yan Wan pulled out the needle on the wooden frame of the screen, held it and looked at it.
Just now, Yan Wan's sleeve arrow shot out from below his wrist. Hao Xinghe's needle shot out from his shoulder.
Both of them are old yinbi!
Eviscerate!
The sword is fierce and deadly with every move.
Yan Huan suddenly turned sideways, dodged another fine needle, slipped under his feet, and stepped out with dragon steps. He stretched out his arm and raised the sword, pointing it directly at his chest.
Hao Xinghe certainly had real kung fu. He jumped back and swung out a sword. With a slight shake of his wrist and a change in strength, the long sword spit out like a snake letter.
The moment the two swords collided, the soft sword flew around the Han sword lightly, wrapping around the sword body several times. The tip of the sword was like a snake letter, pointing directly at Yan Wan's hand holding the sword.
Yan Wang frowned, and with a movement of his wrist, the sweep turned into a slash. When he broke away from the soft sword, he revealed the ferocious spikes on his other hand and grabbed the opponent's chest with a tiger claw.
"snort!"
Hao Xinghe saw that the situation was wrong and decisively drew his sword. The sharp blade, as he drew the sword and threw it out, entangled with the Han sword, causing dazzling sparks to rub off.
The strong force forced Yan Wan to stumble and hit the wooden door on the side.
However, Yan Wan's horizontal sword slash before retreating caused Hao Xinghe's clothes to rip, and he was disemboweled within a hair's breadth.
The two of them distanced themselves tacitly and faced each other from afar.
One man's sleeves were torn, revealing iron wrist guards. One man's abdomen had sword marks on his clothes, revealing bloodshot wounds.
If we say that Yan Wan's swordsmanship is as strong as Yang, vicious and fierce.
Hao Xinghe's swordsmanship was like the continuous rain.
In terms of insidiousness, no one is bad.
Regarding the next work, it is all negative.
After just a fight, Yan Wan's arrows in his sleeves had already been empty. On the other hand, Hao Xinghe also had a small hole in his shoulders, elbows, knees and feet, and it was obvious that the hidden weapons hidden inside were shot out.
Buzz…
The two stepped forward to fight again.
Eviscerate!
With his arms lowered, Yan Wan used his strength to raise his arms, the blade of his sword flashed, and he stroked Hao Xinghe's arm in an instant.
It was unexpected, but it was not a scene of blood and flesh splattering and white bones shining.
A large number of sparks flickered, and Hao Xinghe saw that the situation was not good, so he almost instinctively raised his sword with his backhand, and Yan Wan's sword point suddenly struck the back of the opponent's sword.
It was obvious that the sword in Hao Xinghe's hand was not ordinary. There were no scratches on the surface, and it was still as bright as snow, cold and shining.
Hiss, Hao Xinghe waved his hand and glanced at his right arm, only to see that although it was blocked by the sword, a piece of flesh was still scratched off on his shoulder when Yan Wan drew his sword.
Relieving force is not so easy.
Yan Wan's strength is really too great.
The next step is really not easy for him, and his own path is not suitable for head-on confrontation.
Yan Wan's sword was as sudden as an antelope hanging its horns. If it weren't for his unusual weapon and quick reaction, and his elbow would bounce back, even if he blocked it, he would still lose a large piece of flesh and blood.
He looked for an opening to look at the injury, but for only a moment, Yan Huan saw it. In vain, he raised his arm and handed the sword to him, and stabbed it through his throat with a murderous move.
Bang, bang.
Two muffled sounds.
Yan Wan had a sullen face, and spread out his hands expressionlessly, looking at a deep scratch on the palm of his hand.
The opponent's soft sword was so impressive that the force was transferred smoothly and freely. When he turned to dodge, the soft sword passed by him, sprang out from his armpit, and stabbed his throat.
The soft sword is sharpened, twisted, and twisted. It is different from other hard swords, and the way is somewhat unpredictable.
Yan Wan didn't pay too much attention at that time. He just stretched out his left hand with an iron glove and blocked it in front of his throat.
However, this sword directly pierced the iron sheet of the glove. But having said that, if it weren't for the protection of the gloves, he wouldn't be able to save his hand.
Hao Xinghe was not unscathed, as he killed Yan Wan with this sword. He tried his best to close the distance due to the stab wound in his shoulder. At this moment, his left shoulder was bleeding profusely.
"interesting."
Yan Wang waved his hand, murderous intent appearing before his eyes. With the tiger's step, the sword light flashed, like stars suddenly shining, and between the virtual and the real, the sword slashed the right shoulder.
Click...
In a hurry, Hao Xinghe shook his sword. The soft sword seemed to have spirituality, swinging out in an arc of almost a circle, and collided tit-for-tat with the Han sword.
Sparks shot out, and the soft sword coiled around like a spiritual snake, wrapping and locking the Han sword. As Hao Xinghe suddenly withdrew his hand, Yan Wan immediately let go of the weapon in his hand.
Buzz... But Yan Wan not only didn't panic, but even smiled.
He used his strength to bully him, and clasped Hao Xinghe's hands with both hands as accurately as tiger claws. The barbs on his fingertips glowed with cold light, and as he struggled, there were several deep scratches that could be seen in the bones.
At this moment, a whistling sound came from outside the house. Yan Wan's face changed slightly. He immediately clenched his fist and hit Hao Xinghe's left shoulder wound fiercely with a powerful fist.
Hao Xinghe grunted and staggered back. Even though he was hit hard, his foot was still very stable. He endured the severe pain in his arm and looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. As the soft sword swung, he shot the Han sword at Yan Wan like a powerful crossbow.
boom!
Yan Wan had quick eyes and quick hands. He tilted his head to avoid the throat-slitting stab, and took advantage of the situation to regain his grip on the sword. However, his body collapsed decisively, and he supported the ground with his backhand. The sword was a little on the ground, and he quickly retreated.
At this moment, a branch as thick as his wrist suddenly broke through the door, smashing the door, tables and chairs with a roar, hitting the wall before falling to the ground tremblingly.
"Who is this sacred person?" Yan Wang heard the reputation and went away.
In the rain curtain, there is an old man holding an umbrella. The big tree next to it happened to reveal a conspicuous white section.
The branches were cut with sharp weapons.
"Interesting, do you get preferential treatment from the protagonist?"
Yan Wang sneered and looked at Hao Xinghe with his sword in hand: "You're lucky, it seems you won't die today."
"Luck, isn't it a display of strength?" Hao Xinghe smiled.
His condition was not very good. The blood on his arm followed his hanging wrist, the back of his hand, and then flowed down his fingers to the sword, spreading over the sword body and dripping on the ground.
The sound of messy footsteps and the sound of rain broke from far to near.
It’s very dense, which means there are a lot of people.
The footsteps were dull, and the other party was carrying a heavy load.
Yan smiled wildly, and Hao Xinghe's expression changed.
In the middle of the night, so many people showed up. I thought with my toes and knew who they were.
PS: Next Monday, for one week. This is the first time I have a recommendation. Originally I was planning to cut up this book. After all, the data is too miserable.
With more than 200,000 words, the total number of clicks was only tens of thousands. When it was put on the shelves, it had less than 1,000 collections, and the subscription ratio was six to one.
Really, I feel like it’s not easy to be able to write until now
Finally got a recommendation,
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