Fighting life and death is fierce.

Gu Qing had fought many fights in his previous life. Although he had never killed anyone, he always fought with his life. He knew much more about fighting experience than ordinary people.

In terms of probability, victory often belongs to those who can sacrifice their lives. Only by not being afraid of death can they be qualified to live.

Of course, the preparations before fighting are also very important. This time, Gu Qing took advantage of it because he did enough preparations.

The pointed wooden stick entered the abdomen, Yao Guitang screamed and retreated, Gu Qing was too tired, bent down and held his knees with both hands to breathe, staring at Yao Guitang's every move while panting, not daring to be distracted at all.

Yao Guitang paid a heavy price. As the blood flowed more and more, he went from frightened to panic, and finally showed a fierce expression.

At this moment, he finally understood the situation. The strange young man in front of him was not a threat or a joke, but a real desire for his life. Now he must fight with his life, otherwise today will be his death.

Gripping his teeth, the muscles on Yao Guitang's face trembled violently, and beads of sweat fell down his cheeks. He held the pointed wooden stick inserted in his stomach with both hands, and pulled it out with hissing roar. The sharp end of the wooden stick was bleeding, falling drop by drop in the dust.

Yao Guitang tore open a piece of his clothes and intends to wrap the bleeding wound. Gu Qing moved again, pulled out a pointed wooden stick from behind and stabbed Yao Guitang hard.

You cannot give the enemy any chance to breathe or heal. Be kind to the enemy when you are alive and cruel to yourself. Gu Qing has no move when he fights his life. He only remembers one thing, which is to stab the enemy's body at the vital point, from his eyes, temples, throat, to the heart, abdomen, and the vagina, all his attack points.

After a series of random stabs, Yao Guitang was frightened and kept retreating and dodging. Although he was bigger than Gu Qing, Gu Qing's momentum of fighting for life had stabilized his head.

The abdomen was bleeding, and Yao Guitang felt that his physical strength was gradually exhausted as the blood flowed. He couldn't do it without fighting. Perhaps Gu Qing's next attack would hit him in the vital light.

So Yao Guitang roared, blocked Gu Qing's thorn, then stretched out his foot and kicked Gu Qing in the chest, just in time. Gu Qing flew backwards, and the pointed wooden stick in his hand also took off. After falling back on his back, Gu Qing's chest felt aching in pain, which was the commonly used description in martial arts novels, "a sweet throat". He tried hard to swallow the sweetness in his throat. Gu Qing knew that he might have suffered internal injuries, and that kick might have broken his ribs.

"You and I have no grudges, why do you have to live to the death?" Yao Guitang said with his eyes wide open and his neighing, "Is it okay to let each other go to live today?"

Gu Qing was so tired that he couldn't even lift his hands. He was too thin and had insufficient physical strength. The sudden attack just now had exhausted his physical strength.

Since the start of the game, Gu Qing has not said a word of nonsense, and he doesn't want to say nonsense at this time.

He bent slightly and gasped quickly. Gu Qing tried to recover some physical strength while he was talking, and it would be better to recover a little bit.

He still wants to attack, and he will never stop until he dies today.

Yao Guitang talked for a long time, but when he saw that Gu Qing had no reaction, he looked at Gu Qing's eyes again, and there was a smile in his eyes, but it was ridiculous but so cold. Yao Guitang's heart instantly became cold.

It was a pair of eyes full of killing intentions, without any compromise and fear, with only one word, "kill".

Yao Guitang couldn't help but smile bitterly at the sky. What did this young man have to do with the old man last night? He just killed an old kiln worker, so why did he make a fuss until he was dying?

The blood in the abdomen gradually became a blood clot, which was temporarily stopped. Yao Guitang gritted his teeth, suddenly picked up the pointed wooden stick that stabbed him from the ground, and suddenly stood up and rushed towards Gu Qing.

Gu Qing grinned, but instead of retreating, he went up to meet him, and the two soon got married.

Yao Guitang's physical strength and body shape were much stronger than Gu Qing after all. After the two of them fought closely, Yao Guitang suddenly grabbed Gu Qing's neck with quick eyes and hands. The force on his hands became heavier and heavier. Gu Qing's face turned blue and purple, and his breathing became more and more difficult. He still stabbed Yao Guitang's abdomen without fear. Yao Guitang screamed, and his hand that grabbed Gu Qing's neck was not loose. He grabbed the pointed wooden stick on Gu Qing's hand with the other hand. The weapon was controlled and the vitals were controlled. Gu Qing knew that he was in a desperate situation, but he still stubbornly raised his foot and kicked Yao Guitang's abdomen. He did not give up. He opened his mouth and bit him and pinched his wrist.

There was no system and no moves. At this time, the two of them had become street rogue fighting postures, and they used weapons that could hurt the enemy, even their teeth.

However, after all, a weak boy faced a strong and strong man with his upper body. Gu Qing gradually felt that he was about to suffocate and became less and less powerful.

Maybe today is my death again. Gu Qing wants to laugh. Is this the shortest time travel in history? Just as the joke says, just opened my eyes and found that I had traveled through time and became Wu Dalang, and Jinlian in front of the sickbed had just finished feeding medicinal...

Yao Guitang's face was close to him, and Gu Qing could see every hideous wrinkle on his face clearly. Then his vision gradually blurred, and the world in his eyes became darker and darker, like night fell.

When he was about to lose consciousness, Gu Qing suddenly heard Yao Guitang let out a muffled groan, and then Gu Qing found that the hand that was holding his neck was getting looser and looser, and finally the hand hung down weakly.

Gu Qing opened his eyes and recovered his vision after a while. He suddenly found that Yao Guitang had fallen to the ground, with a pool of dark red blood on the ground. Behind him was a woman in white, holding a sharp sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword drooped with blood dripping, looking at him with concern.

Behind the woman in white, Song Gensheng looked pale and stared at Yao Guitang on the ground, constantly whispering.

Gu Qing smiled, his throat became sweet again. This time, there was no need to bear it anymore. Gu Qing bent down and spitted blood, then sighed sadly, and indeed suffered internal injuries.

The woman stepped forward and said with concern: "Are you okay? Will you die?"

Gu Qing took a big breath, never feeling that the air was so precious. He gasped for a long time before shook his hand: "... Fortunately, you can probably hire a professional coffin carrying team for me half a minute later."

The woman didn't understand, so she looked at Yao Guitang's body on the ground, looked at him again, and sneered: "It's so amazing. Today I realized that you are a desperate person. You dare to fight a burly man. Do you think you are a enemy of thousands of people?"

Gu Qing squatted down and looked at Yao Guitang's body carefully. His death was not a pity, but a little regretful. The fatal injury was a sword stabbed from behind him by a woman in white. The sword just penetrated his heart.

A woman’s killing method is very professional, and she will never fail if she attacks. She is obviously an expert in killing. It’s a bit strange. Why does such a woman interact with her again and again? The place she should go the most is Longmen Inn or Heimu Cliff...
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