As the saying goes, listen to words and look at people's hearts. Although Jiang Minghao was extremely angry, as if he was really irritated by the 30-year-old Asian sniper in front of him, he took a deep breath every bite, as if All the angry expressions are to make the enemy think that he has lost his square inch.
"collapse······"
Jiang Minghao's right hand holding the dagger slammed into a fist, his left foot hit the ground, and his right foot hooked. It seemed that the wind was light, and the ground was silent, but when it fell, it brought the surrounding dust like an earthquake. There was a frustration, as if it was hit by an invisible shock wave, and the back that was originally bent like a strong bow slammed, the right hand holding the saber pointed at the handle of the knife, like a cannonball out of the chamber, facing the enemy's He slammed his chest.
"boom······"
The plastic handle of the Falcon Wing Saber shook suddenly, as if it had hit a rock. Jiang Minghao felt a strong recoil on his right arm, and saw the sniper’s two hook-like Columbi sabers interact with each other. The cross coincided with Jiang Minghao's collapsing fist.
In the Xingyi Five Elements fist, the split fist belongs to gold, like an axe to open the sky, the collapse fist belongs to wood, like a rain of arrows soaring into the sky, the drill fist belongs to water, like a tasseled spear to pierce armor, the artillery fist belongs to fire, like a long stick sweep, and a horizontal fist belongs to soil Like a long sword smashing the ground, it seems simpler and clearer than the twelve forms of Xingyi. Only the simplified five forms can combine the two characters of Xingyi with the method of five elements to maximize the power of the fist and the maximum limit of the human body.
But Jiang Minghao’s blown fist was shocked three steps in a row under one block, and he couldn’t help being shocked. He murmured: “At such a close distance, with such a powerful force. Jin, kind of interesting."
"drink·······"
Jiang Minghao yelled, lifted the knife and went up, facing the sniper holding the knife in front of him, it was a three-way sweep, but every move Jiang Minghao used did not go deep, but was just trying to test the whole body of this guy. Because of the block just now, Jiang Minghao left a trace of vigilance in his heart. This guy is good at close combat and has a smell of Wing Chun.
The Kolombi saber is hook-shaped, the blade is curved inward, and the end of the handle is equipped with a ring, like a sickle buckled on the middle finger. His shape also determines that the Kolombi saber can only be used with a reverse grip. So for the same race of Asian people, with the same height, the sniper's arm length is comparable to that of Jiang Minghao, and he doesn't have an advantage.
But Jiang Minghao is different. The Falcon Wing Saber is a straight knife. After several rounds of sweeping and confrontation, Jiang Minghao knew something in his heart. When his wrist turned, the Falcon Wing Saber was like a wandering dragon around his wrist. , Suddenly turned his head to a front grip, the Falcon Wing Saber flashed with cold light, and the tip of the blade pointed directly at the enemy, as if it had turned into a life-cutting sickle in the hands of the god of death.
"I really don't understand. Is it interesting that you, the so-called Dragon Kingdom soldiers, threw their lives for meaningless faith?"
After the sniper tried several times in a row, he knew that the Dragon Soldier in front of him was ready to fight to the death. The turned blade was the best proof. He looked at the cut marks on the Columbi saber. Knowing that only by disturbing the mind of this guy in front of him can he have a chance to kill him.
But Jiang Minghao didn't think so much about the sniper in front of him, and didn't give any answer. Instead, he asked, "You were sent by Zhao Ritian, right?"
Jiang Minghao said, without waiting for the other party's answer, he used the unique dagger assassination technique of the Long Kingdom Special Forces to hit the enemy's chest with a violent stabbing, but his stabbing contained the power of Xingyiquan. .
I saw his feet standing side by side, even curled up suddenly, the right hand holding the knife pierced from bottom to top, like a cave dragon, with incredible momentum and killing momentum, violently stabbing towards the enemy's heart. .
"not good······"
The Asian sniper secretly made a terrible cry, watching Jiang Minghao's indomitable assassination momentum, and the blade like a rain of arrows, which shocked his whole body. An icy breath of death was like pervasive air that penetrated his body. Every pore felt like he was thrown into the yin Cao dynasty.
Let it die and live afterwards!
These seven words suddenly appeared in the mind of this Asian sniper. Without hesitation, he waved the Columbi scimitar in his right hand, and the scythe-like curved blade swept towards Jiang Minghao’s neck, even though the blade was already A few gaps were made by the Falcon Wing Saber, but it did not affect his bloodthirsty power. It seemed like a giant cannibal crocodile with a big mouth and bright fangs, vowing to bite off Jiang Minghao's. neck.
However, this incredible Asian sniper, who was once known as the hand of death in the Canadian Joint Task Force, felt fear and trembling at this moment, because the Columby scimitar in his left hand was already It was less than five centimeters away from Jiang Minghao’s neck, and the young soldier in his twenties in front of him did not give up the intention of penetrating his chest. The black saber blade still pierced his chest indefinitely. , Less than three centimeters away from the heart position.
If the scimitar in his left hand can undoubtedly cut off the neck of the young man in front of him, then his heart will be pierced by this young man who is not afraid of death before that.
perish together!
These are the only four words that this Asian sniper can think of now. He felt his scalp numb, and his back had long been soaked in cold sweat. The young soldier in the Dragon Kingdom in front of him was a lunatic who was not afraid of death. Insane, not only is not afraid of death, but he will not be affected by his own language at all. This guy has a heart harder than a stone and a will stronger than iron.
"clang·······"
Just listening to the sound of metal collision, as if two sharp swords are smashing to death. This Asian sniper is a killer. To him, the pleasure of killing is important, but all this is for money. For life, he can He didn't want to die with the lunatic in front of him, so he didn't hesitate to raise another scimitar in his right hand to block.
"Snapped······"
Just as Jiang Minghao felt his piercing right hand, the speed of the jab stopped abruptly. He reflexively raised his left hand and grasped the other Columbi saber that had been swept to prevent it from continuing to hook him. Neck.
However, the saber in Jiang Minghao's hand is still desperately approaching the opponent's chest, and the Columby scimitar in the right hand of this Asian sniper is also desperately moving towards Jiang Minghao's neck. The two are completely angry. The bulls, their hands seem to be their respective horns, desperately angry to put each other to death.
Although the height and weight of the two parties are equal, they can feel the strength of each other like a black bear. Both of them leaned forward in unison, with a pair of copper bell-like eyes, glaring at each other with gnashing teeth, as if to kill with their eyes. On the other side, they tried to push the weapon in their right hand against the other side's body, while desperately twisting their wrists, trying to get rid of the other side's restraint and entanglement, as if they were two children fighting in the most primitive way.
In this way, the two slammed on the ground, fighting with every bit of their body's strength, and they could feel the heat and tremor of each other's five fingers transmitted to the wrist due to excessive force, but this did not affect them in the least. Jiang Minghao felt even more bitter in his explosive power. He wrestled with wild boars, and he didn't feel so hard.
Slowly, the right arms of the two began to move slightly, and the tip of the falcon wing in Jiang Minghao's hand began to penetrate the skin of the sniper’s chest. A drop of blood was like a tadpole breaking free from restraint Swim out slowly, and the blade of the scimitar used by this Asian sniper also hit Jiang Minghao’s neck artery, and even cut the epidermis of his neck, and a bright red blood stream slowly slipped along the wound. Come down.
Although his attack also made Jiang Minghao glamorous, the Asian sniper felt like he was being watched by the devil, watching the drops of blood flowing out of his chest, and the slowness of his naked eyes. The saber that pierced his chest at an indistinguishable speed, he thought of giving up, thinking of survival, but on Jiang Minghao's face, apart from perseverance, death, and unwillingness to hesitate, he could not see any fear or vitality.
No matter how strong a person is, it’s no better than a person who wants to die with you. As the saying goes, those who are soft are afraid of being hard, and those who are hard are afraid of death. The young man standing in front of him now has an absolutely low combat effectiveness. To yourself, but the Lord who does not want to die.
"Pop·······Pop·······"
Suddenly, the muffled sound of two violent body collisions that were less than a second before and after sounded in this silent night, as if two drums were beaten, the Asian sniper saw that under the wrestling force, the two of them were bound to die together and simply lifted up. A high kick kicked Jiang Minghao's abdomen, and Jiang Minghao seemed to be aware of the other party's movements, and unanimously raised his foot and kicked towards the other party's abdomen.
The two dusty, hard and cold military boots were like two interlaced samurai swords, and they passed by. Under this huge kicking force, both of them coldly snorted and were kicked back three steps by the other. Keep the distance.
After Jiang Minghao stood firm, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if he was hit by a hammer. He even felt a sweet throat and a burst of blood and blood, but he was confident that the other party was not much better, so He shook his body immediately, as if it were a militant lion, cheered up again, ready to attack again.
I saw Jiang Minghao loose his shoulders, adjusted his posture, and immediately resurrected with full blood. He was full of energy, his right hand falcon wing saber rushed forward, his left hand crossed his chest, in a block shape, completely like a tenacious Xiaoqiang. Have a drink:
"Okay, cool, come again."