"call out!"

Wherever the cold light passed, another ghost killer fell to the ground.

Finally, he fought out a bloody path. Li Qingluan did not turn around, and his strength was infused onto his feet, and then ran towards the dense forest in the distance.

If she can escape into the dense forest, there may be a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, she will have no chance of winning against ghost hands.

Although the late stage of Condensing Jin and the peak of Condensing Jin are one small level apart, their strength is a huge difference.

escape!

Only escape!

In a few seconds, Li Qingluan had already jumped out more than 100 meters wildly, but she was at least one kilometer away from the dense forest. She gritted her teeth and rushed to the scene.

But the next moment, a cold and stern murderous intent came from behind her, forcing her to turn around to defend.

"Sher-"

The cold weapons collided and wiped away a dazzling spark. Li Qingluan was shaken several meters away by the powerful force. A shocking blood mark appeared on her arm inexplicably. Scarlet blood flowed down her wrist, dyeing the dagger in her hand red.

With just one move of battle, Li Qingluan had a wound on her body, and the strength of the ghost hand was completely above her.

The ghost hand raised the dagger with Li Qingluan's blood in his hand, licked it with his tongue, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"It turns out that the beauty's blood is sweet, but it's a pity for those white and tender little hands." The ghost hand said in a gloomy voice.

Li Qingluan knew that she had no way to escape when she was wrapped in a ghost hand.

Then we can only fight to the death!

"Swoosh!"

Without a word of nonsense, Li Qingluan stepped forward, her body was like a catkin, floating around, and her speed burst out with all her strength. In the blink of an eye, she rushed to the ghost hand.

"Clang!"

The harsh metal impact sounded, making the eardrum hurt.

Li Qingluan's full-strength attack was easily blocked by the ghost hand.

A fatal dangerous aura shrouded in Li Qingluan's heart, without any hesitation, and his body retreated at full speed.

But it was still half a step late!

"Hera!"

Another blood mark was added to Li Qingluan's arm, and blood continued to flow!

"The strength is good, but unfortunately the speed is too slow. In front of me, you have no chance of winning. Give up resistance. With such a perfect figure, I really don't want to destroy it." Ghost Hand chuckled.

"snort!"

Li Qingluan snorted coldly, threw away the dagger in her hand, opened her legs and formed two-character pincers, and her clenched fists suddenly turned into a palm, and she showed a Wing Chun asking for directions.

The next moment, Li Qingluan's aura suddenly subsided, and she looked as calm as water, without any flaws!

Seeing Li Qingluan posing in this position, Ghost Hand's gloomy eyes lit up immediately.

"It turns out that he is the descendant of Wing Chun, so I have to learn how powerful Wing Chun is in the Southern Fist!"

The ghost hand sneered and suddenly stepped forward, his figure as if he was like a ghost, and his speed was three points faster than Li Qingluan's full speed.

"Swish!"

Daggers with cold and cold light stabbed Li Qingluan one after another. Li Qingluan steadily stepped on his horse, and Wing Chun clinged to meet him with his hands.

Wing Chun is an internal martial arts, which plays an important role in the Southern Fist lineage. It has fast fist speed and close defense. It is a very practical close combat boxing technique.

Wing Chun's sticky hands are even more flexible and changeable. At this moment, Li Qingluan took the word "stick" to the extreme, combining hardness and softness, and her defense is not airtight. The ghost hand's dagger rotates back and forth in her blood-stained hands, and it is impossible to hurt her at all.

"What a sticky trick, but unfortunately, you can't stop it at all in the face of absolute speed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the momentum of Ghost Hand rose again, and the speed in his hand broke through the limit, his eyes were dazzled and he could not see clearly the speed of his move.

"Swish!"

A series of sounds of breaking through the air sounded, and Li Qingluan's tight defense was finally broken, and her body had to retreat quickly.

The blood completely dyed Li Qingluan's hands red, and the crisscrossing scars were shocking.

But Li Qingluan ignored it at all, her eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and she stared at the ghost hand tightly.

The Wing Chun Sticking Word Art has nowhere to hide in front of the ghost hand because his speed is too fast!

Li Qingluan squatted down again, opening the eight-shaped shape, and then opening the eight-shaped shape inside, forming a two-shaped pincer sheep and horse, and the momentum around her body was once again energetic.

"Don't dare to come? Then don't blame me for being rude!"

The ghost hand sneered, and his body flew away, and the dagger in his hand pierced Li Qingluan's vital point.

Ghost Hand is a top killer. He trains all killer moves, and every move pursues the most direct and violent attack without wasting a slight effort.

Therefore, when facing Li Qingluan, his moves were fancy, but his speed reached a terrifying state, which made Li Qingluan feel great pressure.

Li Qingluan stole the horse and his eyes suddenly shone brightly.

Spread your hands, circle your hands, bow your hands, hang your hands, and clench your neck!

She did not hesitate to use Wing Chun’s strongest close-killing method - the Wooden Man Stumping Method!

At this moment, Li Qingluan suddenly surged in speed and strength, and the power of the mountains and thunders swept across his arms, trembling with his hands, and his body was tingling and tingling, and his body also lost its skin.

"court death!"

The ghost hand rioted, his voice suddenly exploded in his throat, his body was full of murderous intent, and the dagger in his hand was moving like a poisonous snake, stabbing Li Qingluan crazy.

One inch long and one inch stronger, one inch short and one inch dangerous.

The ghost hand's dagger turned into a blade of death at this moment, stabbing Li Qingluan's shoulders, abdomen, and waist at an extremely tricky angle.

"puff!"

Li Qingluan finally couldn't resist it, so she vomited blood on the sky, her body staggered back, and her face turned pale in an instant.

In just three breaths, the ghost hand pierced no more than ten blood holes on Li Qingluan's body, and the blood completely dyed her clothes red.

The angry ghost hand had forgotten to keep Li Qingluan's life. Among the dozen wounds, three of them were the key points that stabbed Li Qingluan's body, and the most fatal one was in her heart.

Li Qingluan barely stood up straight, and the severe pain from her body made her face look ferocious, but her consciousness gradually blurred, and she could feel that her life was passing.

Ghost Hand's strength is too strong, so strong that she doesn't feel any chance of winning.

It seems that I really want to die here today!

For some reason, Li Qingluan's eyes did not flash in front of her life, nor did she appear her lover who had long been broken into the Huangpu River, but a calm face that her peers did not have.

At this time, he was rushing towards him, with anger and worry on his face.

"Maybe it's an illusion!" Li Qingluan smiled bitterly, her eyes began to become blurred, and her body was shaking.

Are you going to die?

"Sister Qingluan!"

A roar came from the distance, and at the last moment, Chen Qingyang finally rushed over.

Hearing the familiar voice, Li Qingluan was slightly stunned, forced to open her eyes, and saw a thin figure rushing towards her.

Just as Li Qingluan was about to fall to the ground, a pair of heavy hands hugged her steadily.
Chapter completed!