The Last Mecha

Chapter 107 Breakthrough ([-])
"when!"

Tang Jian and Pu Dao crossed each other, the wrist of the man in front of him trembled slightly, and the light of the saber flickered to cut Liu Shuying's wrist.

Liu Shuying's eyes showed a sharp look, and he swung his sword horizontally, gathered all his strength and swung it like a bird, and kicked the other person's patella obliquely with a sharp piercing kick.

"Kick!"

With the sound of teeth grinding, the man tilted his body, but the simple knife in front of him fell down again, leaving a hideous gash on his forearm.

Liu Shuying breathed out a rough breath and took two steps back, one against two, and he was defeated in just one fight.

He has practiced martial arts and has talent, but he is not the unreasonable killing god like Wu Gou after all.

The two men raised their knives on the left and right and were about to surround them, but a shadow sneaked up behind them.

Liu Shuying thought suddenly, her steps flickered, she swayed sideways, Tang Jian swiped across a half circle and approached the person on the right, and the two lights and shadows of blue and white mingled together.

Seeing this, the man on the left hand pierced the air and chased after him with an icy cold blade. However, at this moment, a howling wind passed by his ears, and a strangely shaped shadow drew a dark line under the light. It was already too late.

"Boom!"

Duan Longbow, who hadn't attracted attention all this time, finally made a move at this moment. He swung the wooden bench with all his strength and smashed it over, hitting the back of the man's head like a sledgehammer, and the wood chips and steel nails shattered to the ground.

The man's eyes darkened, and he was about to fall to the ground head-on, but he forcefully supported his consciousness, gritted his teeth and turned his wrist, turning the blade reflecting the firelight.

Duan Changgong yelled angrily, and slashed his hands to grab the blade in the opponent's palm. At the same time, the two of them fell to the ground and rolled around several times. Several intermittent red lines.

Until this time, the man who had been severely injured finally couldn't hold on anymore. Duan Changbow snatched the sharp blade from his powerless hand. There was half a sound in the air, but it didn't really kill people.

Duan Changgong flicked Pu Dao outward, then sat down on the man's chest, and hit him with two fists like a storm.

"I can't beat you to death, I can't beat you to death, I want to kill my brother, I have lived for more than ten years, and I met these two, let you fucking kill people."

On the other side, Liu Shuying had no worries about the future, and his momentum was great. The Tang sword in his hand suddenly became sharper by three points. The man's wrist felt sore and numb.

Not to be outdone by the opponent, Pu Dao swung his half-body in mid-air, Liu Shuying raised his sword diagonally, and at the same time, the dark yellow trouser legs were protruding forward, and the toes were entangled, poking the circled legs in the middle of the feet was quite hot, and they were all mixed together The dark yellow mud made the man unsteady for a while.

That person lost his companion and was panicked, but now that his lower body is being suppressed, he is even more difficult to care about.

The cyan light and shadow stirred up from the bottom of his field of vision, the man raised his neck suddenly, Tang Jian drew a red mark on the tip of his chin, and big blood spots flew out.

But at the same time, the plain knife in his right hand turned and fell, cutting off a large piece of flesh on Liu Shuying's arm.

Liu Shuying didn't seem to feel the pain, he didn't give him a chance to breathe, he bent his left leg and knocked, and the opponent in front of him lost his balance with the sound of flesh and blood colliding.

He didn't have the kindness of Duan Longbow, Tang Jian spun in the air and sank into the man's chest, thick blood dripped down the sword tip.

ended.

Liu Shuying only felt that all her strength was going to collapse, her long gown was drenched in sweat, blood and salt water were mixed together at the wound, and the pain burrowed into her heart bit by bit.

Obviously his opponent is already considered weak among this group of people, but he still fought so hard, if Duan Longbow didn't intervene, it would be an even more inevitable loss.

Today, Liu Shuying finally understood the struggle between life and death.

Just a few minutes ago, Wu Gou, alone, with his sword upright, had dealt with six of them, and the gap was obvious.

Wu hook!

He suddenly realized that the rest of the big head was still there.

However, when Liu Shuying turned her head, she was stunned.

I saw the young man named Wu Gou standing half crookedly, his sky blue gown was covered with mottled red marks, his original color could not be seen for a long time, the hideous wound ran through his shoulder, and a large stream of dark red blood ran down the tip of his sword. trickle down.

Around him, there was a group of unmoving men lying around, each with obvious fatal wounds, it was obvious that they were dead.

Wu Gou's breathing was a bit heavy, the smell of flesh and blood filled his nostrils, a faint red ripple appeared in his eyes as if blown by the wind, and then was swallowed by the black tide.

That look, like a beast.

He stared at the last person not far away, and there was a crackling sound in the hand holding the knife.

The man felt a chill in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and ran wildly with his knife in his hand without looking back, his guts was so frightened that he was torn apart.

"Bah-"

Without any warning, the sound of the liquid falling to the ground came, and the big ball of red drew a free and easy arc in midair. The man who was about to touch the door fell limply, and the wooden door was split in two together.

Outside Jiang Song's first floor, another carriage appeared at some point.

A tall and thin figure flashed past. On the straight suit, there was a red lacquered grimace mask. Two pale fangs protruded from the upper lip, and the black iron horned forehead was arched high.

Prajna red-faced ghost.

He was wearing gloves, the back of his head was wrapped in cloth, and he barely showed any physical features.

When the man turned his head, the eyes hidden behind the hole were reflected in a mess, and everyone who was swept by his gaze couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

If Wu Gou looked like a beast, then he was an evil ghost.

Behind him, another figure who was a few heads shorter than him was wearing a black cloak, and there was a hint of compliment in his movements.

"Here is the man you are looking for," whispered the black cloak.

"You guys still know, that's the person I'm looking for?" The red-faced ghost turned his head, and the gaze under the mask made the black cloak's shoulders tremble, "You acted without authorization, these trash fish in the gutter almost ruined the big thing, How much do you look down on the Liuli species? Are you in such a hurry that you are afraid of being snatched away by me? I thought that the upper class people in the Xia Kingdom would have some credibility."

The red-faced ghost's Jiang Song accent is straight, and no accent can be heard.

"." The black cloak was speechless for a moment.

"You can go, if someone comes later, I won't protect you." The red-faced ghost glanced at Wu Gou who was standing in the middle again, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Interesting, but unfortunately I'm not interested in you tonight— —Where is my Lady Luck?"

As he said this, his head turned half a circle in a strange arc, and then it slammed upwards.

"Here it is."

After finishing speaking, several dry iron sounds erupted all over his body. Amidst the indistinct roar, a trace of white air floated out from his cuffs, and then a few icy lights radiated from the blue sharp blade.

"Boom!"

The iron railing leading to the second floor was broken into steel bars, and his figure disappeared at the end of the gap in an instant.

The black cloak did not hesitate, turned around and strode out the door, blending into the dark rainy night.

"Who is that?"

Liu Shuying asked out of breath.

"Don't ask, don't check, don't even look at it, it's not something we can afford to mess with now."

Wu Gou exhaled heavily, his voice extremely deep.

(End of this chapter)