The Last Mecha

Chapter 191 Fighting
"when!"

The three colors of blue, red and blue are mixed together, and the heavy rain reflects the splashing streamer.

Huge pressure came immediately, and Wu Gou, who had lost part of Liulixue's support, struggled head-on.

As long as he tried hard, severe pain in the abdomen would follow. Without the help of the implanted components, a small piece of redness appeared from the hole where the bleeding was finally stopped, and the sticky red thread ran down the corner of the clothes to the ground.

Wu Gou took a sharp breath, and at the same time as the swords and swords intersected, the toe of his shoe swept across like a thunderbolt.

However, Guangmo didn't intend to accept the move. He saw that Wu Gou was facing an empty space, so he shouted angrily. Yingliushu drove the qi to the right hand holding the knife, pouring energy from all over his body regardless, and the knife head slanted with a terrifying sound of wind. Swipe up.

He knew that the young man in front of him might not be able to catch his knife with all his strength, if he dared to put his foot out, he would be cut in half in the next second.

But as soon as Wu Gou's foot was a few inches away, he immediately withdrew all his energy.

At the same time, he twisted his wrist holding the sword, and the blood-swallowing Qiongqi edge was deflected on the spine of the samurai sword. Generally speaking, he jumped nearly a person's height.

His eyes were cold, and he spread his arms like a falcon in the rain at night, and his legs under him were like dragons sailing out of the sea, blasting Guangmo's chest one after the other in a flash.

Amidst the muffled sound of meat, the Fusang man leaned back and spewed out a mouthful of flying blood, but the next second his eyes seemed to spit fire, and he heard the long right sweep in his hand. Geqi swallowed blood and Qiongqi blocked it hard.

The cold sound of weapons colliding penetrated the entire rainy night, and in the next second, Wu Gou's body was thrown far away in the mud as if someone had hit him with a club.

And in the same way, Hirosue only felt his eyes darken. At the same time that the young man was hit by him, the huge shadow of the fist magnified infinitely in his field of vision, hitting his nose bridge impartially, clusters of fists in severe pain. Blood dripped down his nose.

But in the distance, Wu Gou's condition was obviously worse.

The ferocious bloodstains stretched from his left armpit all the way to his right shoulder, almost to the bone, scarlet blood foam covered the whole clothes.

He stood up, panting heavily, but his vision blurred again, he staggered on the soles of his feet and almost fell into the muddy water all over the ground.

The body is slowly getting colder and heavier.
Wu Gou took a deep breath, wiped off the rainwater from his face, brushed the tangled wet hair behind his forehead, and smiled bitterly again.

He made a mistake in his estimation. He originally thought that if his two kicks went down, his opponent would have to lose his ability to counterattack for a period of time.

But the young man named Guangmo resisted forcefully, and the fierce counterattack made him suffer a lot.

I often walk by the river without getting my shoes wet. It is impossible to calculate this kind of thing so accurately every time.

It's just that such a loss, not to mention the loss of the effect of the glazed blood, although his pure flesh and blood body is stronger than ordinary people, it is not made of iron.

Blood-swallowing Qiongqi was covered with thick blood. This sharp blade was feasting and feeding back its harvest to its master, but it was only [-]% pure after all. drop in the ocean.

Wu Gou gently grasped the greedy unicorn on his chest with one hand, but the electric switch was still not ready.

However, the fight just now was not fruitless, at least let him see the foundation of this Fusang person.

Next, it's a matter of psychology.

"Hello." Hirosue raised his head, turned his head sideways to spit out a mouthful of blood, and pointed the blue blade at him, "Surrender? I think your body is also quite valuable. Fusang's research is very humane."

"Vote for your mother, Japanese devil." Wu Gou replied, his face as cold as frost.

"It is said that Xia people know how to advance and retreat, and how to mediate. Why do you continue to fight a battle that you must lose?"

"I must lose? Why do you think that I must lose? You are a top-notch bastard, you don't have a second knife, and you have belonged to the category of Yuanmingliu until now, which shows that your level is just like this."

"How do you know?" Guangmo's eyes jumped, his face showing surprise.

In these two or three fights, even experts, as long as they don't know Ertian First Class well, they shouldn't be able to see it.

"Guess for yourself." Wu Gou said without pausing. He seized the gap between the two sentences, wrapped the temporary strap around his chest twice, and then exhaled a fishy smell with a strong rust smell, " Let's see what the gap is."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bit the tip of his tongue with his molars, and his whole body suddenly cheered up.

In an instant, Wu Gou clenched Blood-Tuning Qiongqi's wrist and shook it. With his feet, his thin figure pierced through the rain, and the green-red Blood-Tuning Qiongqi shattered the light of the lamp and the knife.

Seeing this situation, Guangmo put aside his distracting thoughts, and heard that Changyou was sweeping against the wind, and in the dark rain, two iron streams kept interlacing left and right.

The young man in front of him seemed to be a different person, from the way of the sword to the footwork, everything became erratic. Although the vanity of his own strength remained the same, every knife of Hirosue seemed to be cut on the invisible water curtain.

In his heart, the huge shock was no small matter.

Every move of the opponent was extremely familiar to him.

That was the supreme killing technique that he could not dream of. The virtual posture in his hand and the yin and yang steps under his feet were treasures left by the most famous sword master in the history of Fusang in the past.

Who is he?
In fact, after a few moves, Guangmo will realize that Wu Gou's sword is only half of the Xu style, and he has not mastered the yin and yang combination of Ertian's first-class long and short swords.

But a momentary shock is enough, this is the effect Wu Gou wanted.

Wu Gou noticed the instantaneous change in the opponent's expression. With a twist of his arm, the Fusang swordsmanship in his hand came to an abrupt end. He swept across Hirosue's throat without hesitation.

It wasn't until this time that Fusang woke up suddenly, leaned over his upper body with the strength of his waist, swallowed blood and Qiongqi bit a shallow blood mark on his throat, almost touching the trachea.

The pain and the threat of death made his eyes hard, and he heard that Chang's right return blade swept across.

Wu Gou lowered his body, and almost at the same time, his bent knee hit his leg joint.

"Click!"

Tsuruta tilted his body, and the blade of the samurai sword shifted accordingly, cutting off a piece of red flesh on Wu Gou's shoulder.

At the same time, the blue halo on the blade became dazzling again.

The third round of Changchuan has cooled down.

The accumulated water flowed out like a bow and arrow, but once again exploded into scattered water foam in mid-air.

Panic!

Wu Gou raised his head, his dark eyes were full of murderous aura, the blood-swallowing Qiongqi, whose sword tip fell on the ground, turned again, and sank into Guangmo's lower abdomen with a "chuck".

Bloodshot eyes filled Guangmo's eyes, he roared angrily, and pointed the blade at the back of Wu Gou's heart.

With the two of them so close, Wu Gou had no room to dodge, not to mention that his weapon was still in the opponent's body, and he had no time to draw it back.

but--

The turquoise blade swept up the raindrops and blood in the sky, but missed the human body.

After the sword stabbed, Wu Gou didn't hesitate at all, he just threw away the sword and rolled over, only to hear that the tip of Changyou's knife almost brushed his scalp.

In Hirosue's field of vision, the boy who was rolling on the ground was in a state of distress, every corner of his body was stained with mud and blood, but those eyes were still calmly filled with pure killing intent.

(End of this chapter)