Chapter 489 (1/2)
Just when Muqiu started, the shadow of huangquan and the shadow of huangquan at this time not only had Taiji's axis pace that the enemy's left weight was empty, and the enemy's right weight was misty, but also had the momentum of pure straight line attack.
It is an unchangeable truth through the ages that the brave will win in the narrow road. Huang Quan uses a large swallow to whirl around, puts the dagger in front of his chest, and directly draws a perfect circle.
When the killer's body slightly stagnated. The dagger whirled into his hands, and his body was killed in front of him, kicking him in the abdomen.
At this moment, the killer's body, like a broken kite, crashed into the wall of the venue, and Huang Quan's figure suddenly accelerated.
When the killer's body was about to hit the wall, the dagger in his hand cut a light from top to bottom. The killer's body was split in two and fell directly on the ground.
Huang Quan, who stands proud, though petite, looks like the messenger of death. He looks back at the last killer and flicks a dagger with his right hand.
The clear voice is like the thirteenth song of the night movement of the death contract. It is soul stirring. Killing people is always art, and so is the yellow spring.
If we say that Muqiu's killing is purely violent and fast art, then huangquan's killing is elegant, perfect and impeccable art!
Kill, kill.
Toward the last person, he gently hooked his index finger. The dagger in Huang Quan's left hand whirled violently in his palm, just like a part of his body.
In the end, the killer, defending his dignity, dashed towards the symbol of huangquan. However, huangquan, who suddenly passed by, choked him with his right hand.
He was dragged, and then his head slammed into the wall behind him. It was said that the human brain was the strongest, but at the moment, it was full of brains.
Huang Quan disdained a smile, at this time, a dark blood figure, directly appear, Huang Quan's body quickly back, then a dagger stabbed over.
”Ding!”
Mu Qiu's fingers caught the dagger, looking at the spring in front of him, he gently hugged the figure, the fragrance in the blood, actually let Mu Qiu have a trace of nostalgia.
Mu Qiu found that her originally rigid body is gradually becoming soft, and the original force of resistance, this time, but also more and more weak!
Raise a hand, grasp her that hold, the right wrist of short blade, Mu Qiu knows, if oneself this time want to do what, can say is easy.
”Huangquan, you lost.” Lowering his head, Mu Qiu's clear voice became a little low at this time, like a whisper in his ears.
Some of his rapid breathing, blowing in the yellow spring ear, aroused her skin, a shudder, and her body, at this time, became softer.