Life and Death

When the Beihai swordsman used his second sword, Yang Hua was slashed in the chest by the Beihai swordsman. Fortunately, he avoided it in time, otherwise... his stomach would definitely be rotten!

"Are you almost out of blood?" The Beihai swordsman said with a sinister smile.

Yang Hua ignored him, but he was passive and attacked suddenly. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to end the battle as quickly as possible. Otherwise, let alone being killed by this terrifying man, he might have to kill him first.

He bled to death.

Yang Hua's whole body suddenly turned into a crazy tiger, and he rushed towards the body of the Beihai swordsman. The machete in his hand also struck hard.

Although the Beihai swordsman succeeded with one move just now, he did not dare to be careless at this moment, and he did not dare to take a hard blow when faced with Yang Hua who seemed to be desperate.

Turn around and retreat.

The scimitar in his hand cuts again.

There are no fancy or superfluous moves in the fights between masters, there are just ruthless and deadly moves and postures and techniques.

Yang Hua, chop, chop.

The Beihai swordsman is like a battle-hardened warrior with two-handed swordsmanship, and his two-handed swordsmanship is extremely proficient.

Yang Hua was not paying attention, and the Beihai swordsman slashed Yang Hua's leg with his right hand.

Yang Hua was stabbed in the leg again.

"Are you still not convinced?"

The Beihai swordsman said with a hoarse voice and a wild laugh.

Yang Hua was stabbed in the leg and was limping, holding the knife at the Beihai swordsman. His face was cold and pale, and he still had no expression at all.

The Beihai swordsman looked at him and was stunned at this moment. This guy was really a fierce man. He had been stabbed several times before, and now he had been stabbed several times by himself. He still refused to fall to the ground. If he hadn't seen him limping

He looked like he really thought he was fine.

"Since you want to hold on, I will kill you as soon as possible." The Beihai swordsman suddenly said with a cruel smile.

The Beihai swordsman raised his swords again and slashed towards Yang Hua's body headlessly.

But Yang Hua did not dodge again this time.

Standing there coldly.

The Beihai swordsman couldn't help but be startled. What happened to this kid? He couldn't be stupid.

I saw that when the two swords were approaching Yang Hua, Yang Hua's originally motionless body suddenly moved. He twisted his hands together and grabbed the wrist of the Beihai swordsman holding the sword, but

The Beihai swordsman's other sword struck Yang Hua squarely on the shoulder.

Yang Hua groaned, his face was so painful that he couldn't help but sobbing, but his body did not move.

The Beihai swordsman was also stunned at this moment. This guy really didn't hide.

"What is he going to do?" This is the question that quickly comes to the mind of the Beihai swordsman!

But he didn't know that Yang Hua's life-threatening fighting style, which would rather have his body chopped off, was just to prevent the deadly sword in the hands of the Beihai swordsman from being used.

When the Beihai swordsman realized again that something was wrong with him, he was ready to quickly withdraw his arm that was held by Yang Hua, but it was obviously too late.

There was a click.

The scimitar fell to the ground with a clang.

And looking at the Beihai swordsman's entire arm, it had been forcibly broken by Yang Hua's violent twist just now.

The Beihai swordsman screamed in pain, raised his left foot, and kicked Yang Hua in the abdomen.

Yang Hua was unable to hide anymore and was kicked to the ground.

The Beihai swordsman, with one of his right hands broken at the moment, was shaking all over in pain. Beads of sweat could not help but flow from his face. He stood there with one arm hanging down and his body bent.

Looking at Yang Hua again, he used this lifeless fighting method to force the opponent to drop a knife, and he was hit by another knife in his body. He was lying on the ground now, as if he could no longer be afraid.

But what was unexpected was that Yang Hua, who was still lying down just now, slowly stretched out his hands covered with blood, and slowly got up again. His rickety body seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

It felt like he was knocked down, but he still managed to stand up.

The Beihai swordsman opposite looked at the bloody guy in front of him for no reason. His first feeling was that he was really not a human being.

He was so seriously injured that he didn't expect to be able to get up. And the most frightening thing was that although his body looked frail, his eyes were still so cold and vicious, which not only chilled the Beihai swordsman.

At this moment, his right hand was broken, and unbearable pain came from his arm. He endured the pain and stood up straight. He still had a scimitar in his left hand, and he slowly raised it.

, facing Yang Hua.

ah.

The Beihai swordsman raised his sword and struck at Yang Hua as if his eyes were red with blood.

Although Yang Hua was seriously injured, he still tried hard to avoid this fatal blow.

He punched with his backhand, but this punch was extremely sharp. The Beihai swordsman, who had used too much force, missed the blow and leaned forward suddenly. He did not expect that Yang Hua could still do it under such circumstances.

Punch.

Instead, he received a solid punch to his body.

He staggered back a few steps and just regained control of his body.

Then Yang Hua took advantage of the victory and attacked, hitting four or five punches in a row, and the punches created wind.

The Beihai swordsman could only retreat.

Yang Hua did a roundhouse kick, hitting the fallen Beihai swordsman in the head.

The Beihai swordsman didn't dare to take a hard hit and twisted his body, but he didn't expect that Yang Hua was just a fake move. After turning his body to the left, his right foot smartly and viciously kicked out the Beihai swordsman's calf joint.

One kick.

The Beihai swordsman never expected Yang Hua to be so cunning.

Oh, a scream.

Click.

His calf was kicked off and he fell to his knees on the ground.

The scimitar in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. One hand was holding tightly on the cold stone floor, while the other right hand had been broken by Yang Hua and was hanging there.

Yang Hua's series of fierce attacks were too hard at this moment. In addition, he suffered several serious stab wounds on his body. He sat down on the ground and gasped for air.

These two fierce men finally came to a decisive battle of life and death.

The Beihai swordsman, with one leg and one arm completely broken, was kneeling there with blood-red eyes and a ferocious face, but he couldn't help but feel the biting pain coming from his arms and ankles. It would probably be enough for even an iron man.

, let alone a mortal human being.

Over there, Yang Hua was hit by several knives, among which the one on the shoulder was the deepest. At this moment, the blood had stopped flowing. The clots had been broken away by Yang Hua's series of fierce attacks. At this moment, a faint amount of blood overflowed. His expression

Although indifferent, judging from his trembling body, it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
Chapter completed!