Chapter 550

However, Lucy seemed to have the power of a prophet and predicted his every blow, so that his knife once failed and could not find an opportunity.

With people one-on-one, Duan Xin rarely meets such a situation, which shows Lucy's ability.

Seeing that Duan Xin was about to lose his support, Witt smiled, youyou lit himself a cigarette, sat at the piano and poked a few times, saying, "Duan Shao, don't blame me for looking down on you. You're a big man who can't fight back when beaten by other girls. This is your burial place. I think you don't struggle. Look more before you die, It's better to leave more thoughts for yourself on the huangquan road. "

Duan Xin gathered his mind and responded: "Witt, that's your last cigarette, the last time you play the piano!"

Witt pounded the piano keys several times, made a thump, and then said, "is it better to pretend than to die? Hehe, brothers, see, wipe out Duan Xinyu's party at one fell swoop! "

Under his exaggerated voice, the remaining men howled out and ran to Wucheng, Zhenzi xiahoushang and others. The two sides fought again.

At this time, Duan Xin didn't even have a chance to catch his breath. He was suppressed by Lucy. Wu Cheng knew that this was the moment of life and death, so he didn't participate in the fight around him, but stared at the situation in the field with a knife. Once Duan Xin lost, he would take the shot at the first time.

Several of Witt's men saw that he had become a fool and wanted to pick up a bargain. However, as soon as they rushed, they were somehow stabbed through the throat by Wucheng and found that they were dying. Their hearts were cold and confused. They opened their eyes to Wucheng and wanted to ask for the truth.

However, this natural killer didn't even look at them.

At this time, Duan Xin was absorbed. Although he was at a disadvantage, his movements were still not flustered.

What never subsided is his fighting spirit. He is such a person. The more difficult it is, the more stable he will be, and the more transparent his mind will be. Lucy's knife technique is not orthodox and basically traceless. Every knife contains the potential of magic change.

This is her best.

Duan Xin's mind flashed knife shadows. He thought about strategies in his memory. Between lightning and flint, he felt that the knife in his hand was not changing, and he was eager to try. It was three or five seconds later that he suddenly stopped the demon wing knife and relaxed his hand holding the knife.

Suddenly, the demon wing knife still shot out and clattered into Lucy's blade.

When they hit each other with great strength, the sparks swayed.

This is also the first time Duan Xin fought back with the independent consciousness of the demon wing knife, the first knife to attack Lucy, and the sign of the first general counterattack. Wu Cheng's dead eyes suddenly lit up and said, "good knife!"

The sound of Jin Ming disappeared, and Duan Xin relaxed his breath.

She was about to take the opportunity to attack the reversal situation, but she saw Lucy throw the red robe and hide the sharp knife behind the red robe. With her lightning progress, there were thorny scratches on the floating red robe for a month and a half, as if several knives were waving from behind. In the blink of an eye, the knife shadow actually formed a claw potential, like a blood demon, covering Duanxin, which shocked Duanxin, What made him more confused was that he couldn't tell the truth, let alone find her real killing move.

Duan Xin knew that the scratch was caused by a sharp knife, but he didn't expect it to be such a pattern. It turned out that Lucy had long been the most loyal fan of Modong and had long been familiar with some secret arts and evil methods of Huoling cult.

Just like the claws in the dark, dozens of images fly back and forth, like a blood thirsty devil bug.

How magnificent and how overbearing.

Duan Xin stepped back three steps involuntarily, and his eyes were somewhat blurred. Under the opponent's fierce and unparalleled attack, he was already timid.

If this timidity continues, Duanxin will be the end of his head.

Die, maybe it's a relief.

For two seconds, he wanted to put down his knife and admit defeat to be slaughtered.

Of course, before Lucy's strange knife technique, I'm afraid no one in the world can safely deal with it. Her knife is too mysterious and evil. It's not only difficult to master it, but also to reach the peak in speed.

At this critical juncture, Duan Xin suddenly closed his eyes.

He suddenly let go of all his heart, and even his whole body seemed to enter a state of nothingness. He held the knife with all his hands and shouted, "the knife is there!"

With the voice, with the memory in his head, he chopped several knives.

The blade is connected with the claw, and the strength is intertwined with the sound of hissing poisonous snake.

This is a game that doesn't even want life. Lucy raised her mouth and finally slashed Duanxin with a knife.

"Clang!"

Duan Xin's demon wing knife caught Lucy's knife hard, and the whole person flew backwards like an electric shock.

Lucy also spat blood and retreated several steps. She was also in a hurry to suppress the surging blood. In the violent attack just now, she never expected that Duan Xin, a boy who was not surprising, could catch it. She still had such overbearing strength. In strength, women are always inferior to men. She suffered a loss.

If you want to restore combat effectiveness, you have to slow down for at least a few minutes.

But Lucy believed that Duan Xin would be worse than herself. With her all-out attack, the boy was also seriously injured. She seemed to have seen the scene of Duan Xin spitting blood and falling to the ground. Therefore, while adjusting her breath, her beautiful eyes narrowed an expectant but charming smile.

While Lucy adjusted, Duan Xin was still tumbling in mid air.

However, the most unexpected thing happened.

Duan Xin fell on Wu Cheng and shouted in a low voice, "Wu Cheng, help me."

Wucheng didn't hesitate. He tried his best one by one. Duan Xin reflected and his body went straight to Witt like a sharp arrow.

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Lucy couldn't stop being shocked. Unexpectedly, Duan Xin, who was shocked by herself, could play again?

Looking at the flying man in the air, Witt's confidants exclaimed together, but they couldn't do anything or stop it.

In the blink of an eye, Duan Xin fell on the piano.

The fine light flashed in his eyes. After slightly looking at the frightened Witt, the corners of his mouth raised slightly and poured the demon wing knife into his chest with a puff.

Witt never dreamed of that.

He's dead.

He died so simply that he didn't even scream.

There is no longer any image of him in the world. There is only a helpless soul in hell and his resentment that he is unwilling to be a ghost.

This is the end of the battle.

Witt's men were at a loss. Some threw away their knives, some sat on the ground, some cried, and a absent-minded guy clapped his hands with surprisingly bright eyes and said, "he is a god!"

Not only they, but also the black robed believers brought by Lucy, looked decadent.

The murderous spirit and the sense of war were eliminated, and there was only a very strong smell of blood in the air.

Duan Xin kicked Witt's body away, turned over and fell on the chair. Only then did he feel that he was about to be wasted and tired like a wild dog in mud consumption.