Rescue the beautiful, strong and tragic villain who died of talking too much

Hearing this, the black figure above sneered, the laughter was very peaceful and even kind, he stretched out his hand and drew a long sword from behind his back, just when a gust of cold wind blew his clothes fluttering like a fairy.

Jiang Sisi nodded for a moment, and continued: "But I think my dear, you will be very happy to see me, an ant in your eyes, turned upside down again."

She stretched out some cold hands, and moved some joints that did not circulate blood.

The scalpel was also pulled out from the sleeve, and the posture of holding the scalpel was clumsy and ugly, not comparable to this person's fairy posture.

Her hands rolled up, and something seemed to land with a slap.

At this moment, the quiet moment of falling cherry blossoms was torn apart instantly, the sword above chopped down, and Jiang Sisi's randomly broken cherry blossom branches below greeted him.

With a sound of "clang", the two met in mid-air and the sword collided with the branch, while Jian Guang approached Jiang Sisi's throat on the other side, and there was another choking sound, the branch split open, and a brand new scalpel lay horizontally The head of the sword was held against the throat.

It really deserves to be one of the heroines in the harem, Jiang Sisi thought, other people like to use this kind of silent weapon when they fight, and it is quick and fast. I don't want this one who likes cold weapons like her.

Ling Lie's overwhelming murderous pressure came, the scalpel touched the sword tip, but it couldn't stop the man's Ling Lie's inner strength, he didn't make any unnecessary movements, and the target was always clear, as if the scalpel in front of him was just a piece of tofu.

This is the real killer, with absolute strength, hidden weapons, poisons, conspiracies and tricks are useless to him, and he doesn't need to be on guard or use them.

Jiang Sisi took a deep breath, swallowing back the rusty taste that welled up in her throat.

Gu Xinglang paused, and Jiang Sisi fell to the ground with a thump, and with the black shadow's pause, he rolled to the side, and with a thud, the long sword pierced the ground.

Without stopping at all, Jiang Si continued to roll on the ground like a wind-blown leaf until she was sure she was safe before jumping up, and another extended scalpel was thrown horizontally in front of her.

The black shadow stayed where it was, and the long sword was still on the ground.

The ear-piercing shouts disappeared, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. There was no movement, even the wind stopped. No one came.

Jiang Sisi let out a muffled cry and leaned back, the scalpel choked again, and the long sword passed by the tip of her nose, the tip of her nose was suddenly cold, and the sword wind could hurt people even if there were blood drops oozing out.

What scares her is how good she is!

Gu Xinglang's sword didn't change in any way, and the person didn't stop, as if any hidden weapon didn't exist for him, one sword only needed to kill people.

He didn't choose the usual gun for killing people, because he didn't want that person to die so easily, no, more of his ego.

As everyone knows, conceit often pays an irreparable price, such as death.

Jiang Sisi didn't even have a chance to get up, her body had already reacted one step faster, kicking the ground like a mouse, and the sand was flying like steam in the dark night.

Gu Xinglang didn't think the people who burrowed on the ground were ridiculous, but Jiang Sisi, who was constantly looking for opportunities, put her palms on the ground.

In the next second, Jiang Sisi let out a muffled groan, and at the same time pierced Gu Xinglang with an iron bar.

Gu Xinglang's body flickered, his shoulders hurt slightly, and he was obviously flushed.

With this bundle of Jiang Sisi, she had already rushed forward over Gu Xinglang. The calf injury seemed to have no effect on her, and she rushed into the deserted dense forest in the blink of an eye.

Gu Xinglang glanced at his shoulder, although he only scratched his clothes, and then scratched a piece of skin, the wound that didn't bleed was painful.

As for Gu Xinglang who had poison on it, he didn't care about it, and it wouldn't irritate him if he was injured. How could a real killer be ashamed and angry because of his injury.

In his eyes, there is only one goal from beginning to end, and Jiang Sisi must die.

From face-to-face to just now, this is the first move of their real fight. The first move is a tie.

Gu Xinglang frowned a pair of black eyebrows and looked at the petite figure not far away who was running around constantly. Bravery is not a necessary temperament, but weighing the pros and cons.

"Anyway, we had some past friendships. I never thought that my dear would be so cruel." Suddenly, a word thrown by the little girl came from the dense forest.

The voice is not loud, like ethereal, reverberating in this empty dense forest, there is a tone of eighteen bends in the mountain road.

In the next second, Jiang Sisi, who was running, sensed the murderous intent attacking her, and quickly climbed onto a tree with one hand. A sword stretched out like a snake from the left side and bent back strangely, as if waiting Jiang Sisi bumped herself into it and cut her throat.

A large piece of black hair was cut off without hesitation, and the strands were buried in the soil, and a few small cuts were made on the cheeks.

"Damn it." Jiang Sisi scolded harshly, but she was not slow to resist with her hands.

Jiang Sisi also turned around suddenly like a flexible snake while running, the scalpel was raised horizontally on her shoulder, and with a "choke" sound, one side collided with the sword tip, and the other side stabbed Gu Xinglang's throat frequently. .

The move is fatal, today either you die or I die.

The attacking sword receded like a snake, too fast to catch, Jiang Sisi didn't care whether her poisoned golden needle hit the opponent, she continued to run forward with her hooves spread, and just hid the white hair in her sleeve. The powder has been scattered.

Anyway, it is difficult to raise a villain girl, but she has never been a gentleman, but a hypocrite is true.

Gu Xinglang raised his hand and threw the long sword, and waved the pungent white powder scattered over with one hand.

The dense sounds of "Tuk Tuk Tuk" continued to explode in the already darkened jungle, and it seemed that fireworks were blooming in the wilderness. There was no gunpowder smoke or exclamation, it was just a sword.

Jiang Sisi looked at the swords attacking from all sides, the sword separated from Gu Xinglang, threw it out and hit the person, followed by sending it away, and a sword turned into thousands of swords in this person's hands like an inevitable wind and rain. , blocked Jiang Sisi's escape, forcing her to face the hostility directly, constantly estimating the effect of the medicine in her heart.

The scalpel in Jiang Sisi's hand turned rapidly, constantly pushing aside the incoming swords, one sword turned into ten thousand swords, and an iron bar also turned into an iron shield.

The next second, Jiang Sisi, who had stopped, yelled loudly, concentrated all her strength on the scalpel, clenched her hands tightly, jumped up and slashed at Gu Xinglang simply and roughly, her scalpel pierced like a sword , picking can be a spear, cutting can be a knife
Gu Xinglang's face flickered with sword light and sword light. It was a very bewildering face. He was a handsome young man, clear and handsome, and under a pair of sword eyebrows was a pair of slender peach blossom eyes, full of affection, tall and straight. nose.Even if the crowd just glanced at it briefly, it didn't overwhelm its outstanding appearance.

The scalpel that looks so close at hand, and the sword that has no chance to be retracted, did not change his expression in the slightest. He just raised his other hand, which was hanging by his side all the time, ordinary A fist, a simple straight fist, hit the coldly shining scalpel.

Jiang Sisi only felt her body turned over, her whole body was lifted up, her fist hadn't even touched the scalpel, Gu Xinglang was relying not only on the sword, but also on the fist, Jiang Sisi was smashed to the ground in mid-air, her hand The scalpel still kept the posture of chopping, but there was no one to cut off in front of him, only fists smashed heavily on Jiang Sisi's shoulder like mountains.

The ground vibrated and the sand rose up, and Jiang Sisi fell half into the ground, and the next moment she was lifted up by her fist, like a delicate rag doll being roughly lifted up, the fist was still on her body, and she was hit again, with a bang. With a rattling sound, the rag doll was blown away and a ditch was drawn on the ground, and a half-hole suddenly appeared on the ground, and the sand and soil flew up, covering Jiang Sisi who was lying motionless on the ground.

Stopping in his footsteps, Gu Xinglang looked at the weak figure in the sand, followed by vines supporting his body bit by bit, half of his body was already motionless, stiff and pathetic.

Looking at the man approaching in the night, Jiang Sisi couldn't help laughing, ethereal and desolate, her five fingers tightly grasping the only scalpel on her body at the moment.

"Could it be that you thought you could kill me?" Gu Xinglang said in a steady voice, unmoved by the fact that the beaten half-dead person could still laugh: "Jiang Sisi, what you say is worthy of respect." opponent, but it will be your honor to die at my hands."

Jiang Sisi coughed twice, her voice hoarse: "If you don't kill me quickly, you, your work tonight will be in vain."

Gu Xinglang said: "It's ridiculous for an ant to want to shake a tree."

Jiang Sisi smiled and said, "Really, I don't think it's ridiculous, but let me tell you some good news. The good news is that you are going to die tonight."

Is it the kind of thing that asks for your name before you die, to take revenge in the future, or to file a complaint in the underworld?What a child, who would ask such a boring question in a real murder and fight.

Jiang Sisi sat up and said, "Three tricks are over, I'm going to kill someone."

The man stood up after clapping his hands on the ground, then waved his hands into a fist, and smashed straight at Gu Xinglang with the sand that had just fallen.

Fists collided with fists, there was no fire, only bones crunched like popping beans, and there was a whirlwind on the ground.

Killing doesn't have to be with weapons, fists can kill too.

Unknowingly, the night is already deep, and the coldness of the early spring night has faded slightly, and there are still strands of coolness.

The sound of "bang bang bang" was as dense as a drum, and Jiang Sisi only hit Gu Xing's vitals with each punch.

Regardless of Gu Xinglang swinging his fist at her and hitting her left shoulder with a punch, her shoulder just swayed, her figure didn't retreat at all, her feet were firmly planted on the ground, and with Gu Xinglang's help, Lang shook his left shoulder with this punch, and punched out his right fist even more fiercely. One punch after another, the pain felt like being stuck in a counter-rotating machine.

If someone is watching at this time, you will see some funny scenes. Two people are standing close to each other. It is as dazzling as the frightening sword wind and sword spirit in martial arts movies, without the suffocating urgency of you chasing me and fleeing, it is more like two village children playing house with eight punches.