Two-dimensional Wanderer

"Don't think too much, I just want to beat you upright!" Yingluo licked her lips: "Although you guys are always messing around, I just like being upright. Erzhong Jin is too powerful, and if you let it create People who know this type of boxing know that if I use it to kill people, I will definitely be very sad."

Thinking of An Ci, Ying Luo couldn't help but smile.

His boxing, if used to kill, is a blasphemy.

It should be used for protection!

"So, your fist against mine, let's fight in an upright manner and see who falls first!"

The old man's face twitched a few times, and he said indignantly: "Do you underestimate me? I am thinking of killing you. Do you think it is a teaching skill between warriors?"

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and it was almost impossible to open your eyes.

But Yingluo didn't care, she straightened her spine.

"In this world, being killed is an uncontrollable thing. If you can't even decide whether to kill or not, it will be too sad."

Yingluo took a deep breath, and the cold air filled her lungs, which instantly awoke her drowsy brain.

"I have no reason to kill you. If even you need to be killed by me, then my younger brother, Kenshin Hiicura, shouldn't be living in this world either."

"Himura Kenshin, is it the name of Drawing Sword Studio?"

"Not bad!"

"Are you his sister?"

"Well, it's Senior Sister correctly."

"Then why not kill executioners like us?"

Yingluo smiled, and she said disdainfully: "Executioner, you think too highly of yourself, you are just knives in the executioner's hand."

A sword is a weapon, and swordsmanship is a tactic of murder.

But why, depends on the person who holds the sword.

Regardless of Jian Xin or the old man, although they have killed countless people, they did not kill for their own selfish interests.

So sin does not die!

Although arrogant, this is Yinluo's judgment for them!

"Hahahaha!" The old man laughed loudly, but his laughter was extremely miserable: "It turns out that the old man has lived for so many years, is it just a knife in the hands of others?"

The laughter gradually stopped, and the old man's face was frosty.

"No matter what you say, I will still kill you, and it will never change!"

"Okay, I get it!" Yingluo hooked her finger: "If I can do it, I'll stand here and kill as you please!"

The weak cannot control their own destiny, and they will be killed at some point in this troubled world.

The strong can become murderers and stand above everyone else.

And Yingluo is the strongest among the strong.

She didn't like killing or being killed.

Just have a good fight.

The blizzard started to get smaller and... much gentler.

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Chapter 64 Motivation

"Hey!"

"what!"

In the snowstorm, the two were fighting fiercely.

But unlike normal fights, the two completely gave up their defense and just tried their best to pour their fists on each other.

Protect yourself?

No need for that!

The pain has little effect on them, and as long as they can stand, the attack will never stop!

In the words of the game, the two of them at the moment should be in a state of "overlord".

"Haha!" Yingluo couldn't help laughing out loud, only to be punched in the stomach.

She cried out in pain, staggered back a few steps, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and praised: "As an old man, your physical strength is too good!"

Of course, the old man didn't stop to chat stupidly, but continued to attack while saying: "This old man is a rough man, and he can still use his strength. It's you, you are very resilient at a young age, which is what makes people Impressive."

"Then, we both have their own strengths!"

Older people are weaker and weaker, but the opposite is true for young people.

But the common sense in this world is completely absent from the two of them.

"After you were beaten to the ground, wouldn't you excuse yourself to be defeated with one arm?" Yingluo asked.

The old man snorted coldly: "If you were killed by me, would you say that I bullied you when you were young?"

Seems to be a superfluous question.

Yingluo's eyes lit up, she licked her lips: "Then, I'm going to attack!"

"bring it on!"

Yin Luo rolled over like a mountain.

The fist is getting heavier and heavier, and every time it hits the opponent, it makes a thumping sound, like thunder.

Although the old man tried his best to fight back, Yingluo never took a step back.

Pain is a partner, don't be afraid, feel it, accept it, and you will find that pain is just a feeling, not an imaginary devil.

They are all scaring themselves.

"You are a good opponent, I haven't had such a smooth battle for a long time!"

Yingluo stood in the field, picked up the gourd and took a sip of wine.The wind and snow had become much smaller for some time, and the old man was lying on the ground.

He lost.

He can only ignore the pain, but he cannot accept the pain.

The two were attacked about the same number of times, but he was the one who fell in the end.

No matter how strong the spirit is, it also needs a healthy body to rely on.

Scarred and scarred, it is the most appropriate to describe him at the moment.

"If I were ten years younger, it wouldn't necessarily be me who fell first!" the old man said unwillingly.

Ying Luo shook her head, "No, even if I'm 20 years younger, I'm still the winner!"

"What an arrogant brat...but he's also a powerful brat!" After the old man finished speaking, the momentum all over his body dissipated instantly, as if even his strong body had dried up a bit.

"Kill me, if you let your subordinates wait in hell for too long, you will be complained!"

The old man closed his eyes and waited for death.

But unexpectedly, Yingluo refused.

"I said, I won't kill you." Yingluo rubbed her body, the pain made her grin, and then kicked open the gate of the temple, and inside was the woman holding Xiaoxun who was crying silently.

Shedaba.

The source of all this.

She is like a princess captured by a dragon, waiting to be rescued.

Yingluo touched her chest, and the slightly bulging hand made her curl her lips.

Unfortunately, the prince is not me.

"Sister..." Ba was obviously taken aback by the sudden appearance of Ying Luo, and even more frightened when she saw her bloodstained body.

Just wanted to step forward to help her heal, but stopped.

She is no longer eligible.

She is already a betrayer full of lies.

The home that once made her feel extremely beautiful was once again destroyed by her own hands.

"Don't call me sister!" Yingluo said.

Ba's body trembled violently.

Yes, she no longer has the position to call the other party's sister.

Since she can appear here, it means that the people of Annowu have been defeated.

Yes, she is so powerful, which is expected.

So, is she here to kill me, the betrayer?

Fear of death?

Not at all, rather, there is a sense of ease that can let go of everything.

She was not a talkative person at first, but now that she was dying, she was still silent and indifferent, the only difference was that she closed her eyes.

After all, she was still a girl and didn't like blood.

I don't like even my own blood.

"Idiot, what are you thinking about, making this look of being slaughtered by others." Yingluo's voice has come to his side: "I am not allowed to call you sister, because you are older than me, although you are married to Jian Heart, it is true in terms of seniority, but every time I am called a sister by you, I feel very embarrassed."

Ba's body trembled again, and as he opened his eyes, pea-sized tears fell down.

I thought it had been abandoned by the world, but I didn't expect that there was still a chance of life.

"I……"

Just as she spoke, she was interrupted by Ying Luo.

"No need to explain, let alone explain to me, the person you should explain will be here soon."

Yingluo hugged Xiaoxun, and Xiaoxun also stretched out her hand and grabbed the familiar black hair... but it was stained with a lot of soil, and it was no longer as smooth as she remembered.