Martial arts: The salty fish master who hangs out in Liumen

How to get out?

Seeing that grandmaster escape, An Shigeng's mind turned sharply, and he also had the intention to retreat.

It's better to die than to live.

He understands this truth, and he knows that as long as he lives, there is still a chance to make a comeback.

Moreover, if the revenge of taking love has not been rewarded, how can he die if he does not mess up his rivers and mountains?

In the middle of his thoughts, he carefully coped with Zhuge Zheng's attack while looking for an opportunity to escape.

Suddenly.

Well?

......

Corner.

Ruthless eyes stared at An Shigeng, but his ears were behind him.

Hearing no retching sound behind him, he hurriedly turned his head.

I saw Xu Fengyu leaning on the earthen wall on his stomach, his expression was in a trance, his eyelids were pulling, and his right hand was shaking.

Immediately worried, he asked, "Is it better?" "

"Hmm"

Xu Fengyu rolled his eyelids and answered weakly, seeing that the beauty's face was full of worry, he forced a smile and forced a smile, "Hehe~ don't worry, I'm used to it, vomit, vomit..."

"Giggle..."

Seeing that he was already like this, he did not forget to talk to himself, and he was ruthlessly amused all of a sudden, and sent out a string of silver bells.

Not far away.

Cold-blooded was staring at the fierce fight in the field, when he suddenly heard a series of pleasant chuckles behind him, and he was stunned.

I thought to myself, in so many years, it seems that I have never seen Ruthless so happy.

Immediately turned around and looked, and saw that Ruthless was covering his mouth, half on his side in a wheelchair, and his body was shaking with a suppressed smile.

A touch of complexity suddenly appeared under the cold-blooded eyes.

But he didn't notice that An Shigeng's afterlight was staring at his back.

"Opportunity!"

An Shigeng secretly shouted, suddenly exerted his strength, concentrated all his internal force in his left palm, and slapped a palm in the air.

The internal force spit out from the palm of his hand, turned into an invisible tiger, and roared out.

Zhuge Zheng's gaze froze, and I didn't dare to be careless.

Immediately summon up your internal strength and shake your fist to meet it.

"Bang!"

The huge fist shadow collided with the tiger, rolling up the gravel all over the ground.

"It's now."

An Shigeng shook his left wrist, and a paper bag in his sleeve fell into the palm of his hand, and he urged the internal force to violently throw it out.

In an instant, a black smoke shroud towards Zhuge Zhengme.

"Poison powder?"

Zhuge Zheng was startled and hurriedly dodged to the side.

An Shigeng took the opportunity to turn his claws into five fingers and grabbed the cold-blooded back at an extremely fast speed.

"Be careful!"

An exclamation sounded.

Cold-blooded turned around, but he couldn't dodge it, and An Shigeng's claws were already close at hand.

Oops, can't hide from it.

Looking at the clearly visible sinister smile on An Shigeng's face, he was at a loss for a moment in cold blood.

He was about to be caught.

Electric fireworks.

A silhouette suddenly burst into his field of vision.

Then, a strong force came from his chest, and his body flew out upside down.

"Poof!"

Sharp claws into the flesh.

In mid-air, cold-blooded stared at the slender and helpless silhouette in disbelief.

Blood flowed from between the fingers, hot.

"Haruka?"

An Shigeng secretly shouted in his heart, and soon reacted again.

His eyebrows moved slightly, his left hand suddenly clasped Ji Yaohua's neck, and shouted at Zhuge Zheng and Lu Xiaofeng who were chasing, "All retreat, otherwise I will strangle her immediately." "

"Retreat!"

Zhuge Zheng in mid-air drank lightly, and Lu Xiaofeng turned around and retreated.

After landing not far away, he stared at Ji Yaohua with complicated eyes, not expecting that she would save Cold Blood.

If An Shigeng had caught Ji Yaohua in the first place, he would never have retreated.

"Ji catches the head!"

Cold-blooded landed on the ground and stumbled, steadied his body and hurriedly exclaimed.

"Do you like the surname Leng?"

An Shigeng lowered his head and crouched next to Ji Yaohua's ear and asked softly.

Ji Yaohua turned his head sideways with difficulty, and saw that the cold-blooded and anxious feet couldn't stop wandering.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he nodded without a trace.

An Shigeng's eyes flashed a trace of unhappiness, but right now that his escape was imminent, he didn't have time to think about this.

He stared at Zhuge Zheng with vigilant eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he made a voice as thin as a mosquito fly, "Let's go." "

Saying that, holding Ji Yaohua and moving slowly.

The crowd surrounded by the sword did not dare to step forward, and could only retreat step by step with his movement.

Right at this moment.

Mutations emerge suddenly.

Ji Yaohua suddenly made a move, and she felt a short dagger out of nowhere, and "poof" pierced into An Shigeng's heart.

"You..."

An Shigeng, who had always been defenseless against her, was stunned.

After returning to his senses, he slowly lowered his head and swept his eyes at the blood-stained soft shade on his chest.

At this moment, he didn't care about the pain in his heart at all, just looked up at Ji Yaohua, and asked with a trembling lips, "Why?" "

A tear slipped down, and Ji Yaohua couldn't help shaking as she held the dagger.

She gently leaned on An Shigeng's shoulder and said sadly, "I'm sorry, I have to make up the rest of my life." "

An Shigeng was stunned when he heard this, and soon, he slowly relaxed again.

He released his five fingers, a difficult smile appeared on his face, and said softly, "Good, the depth of the edge is shallow, the road is long and the road is short, just see it, after taking off this shackle, you must live happily..."

As he spoke, his breath became weaker and weaker.

When he arrived, he muttered, "Gone." "

After speaking, his head fell, and his forehead slammed lightly on Ji Yaohua's shoulder, and there was no sound.

He's dead.

At this moment, Ji Yaohua's heart suddenly stung, she hugged the corpse like this and did not let go, and the scenes of the past appeared in front of her eyes, there was faint love, faint love, and a lot of hatred.

Love to the depths is hate, hate to the end, see love.

When people die, everything looks away, and it slowly fades.

Memories become storytellers.

(An Shigeng is a complicated contradiction, many people like it, but unfortunately, I didn't write that feeling, please forgive the elders.) ）