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Yang Guan was born with a miserable life, and he had no shame to see his relatives, but he was persecuted as an idiot.

Even if he is a fool, his fate is bumpy, he has lived and died several times, and he has survived the world.

Once he woke up, it was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and he was greeted by blood, blood donations from his relatives.

There are many tribulations in the world, and the heart has sunk, who will have mercy?

The heart is cold, the lone eagle spreads its wings, and runs all the way for his life.

Once met the first love, it was a mellow wine, fragrant body and mind, but can only be savored.

The most memorable thing is the grace of the beauty, the clouds and rain in Wushan, the heart is intimate, but why can't the wings fly?

Why?

The sky has no eyes, can't you see that the little devil is doing evil and destroying the peace of the world?

Let this greedy race behave recklessly, using the common people as bait and ravaging animal nature.

deceived the hearts of the people in the world, subverted morality, and only did unscrupulous means for the deprivation of selfish desires.

You have driven Lao Tzu to a dead end, then kill a dawn!

Yang Guan shouted in his heart, recalling the unforgettable imprints, blending the warmth of blood and tears, and inspiring a fighting spirit.

Slide off the cliff, walk proudly, and march forward, leaving a majestic back.

What kind of person is this?

Not afraid of threats, tough and tough with the little devils.

When the common people are safe, you only went to the duel, are you stupid?

Could it be for those two women and two self-righteous bodyguards?

Is it worth it?

No one understands, and no one reads his mind.

Never succumb to the little devil, is the dignity he guards.

Only war, life and death are determined!

The victory of the psychological war is only the first step, and the Chinese style is the foundation of the world.

Wang Hua, a scholar and professor, is still not afraid of life and death, endures humiliation and burden, and is only born for the righteousness in his heart.

This is a monument of China's arrogance and infallibility!

Yang Guan's steps were steady, not in a hurry or slow, leaving a series of footprints on the dry grass, forming an upright path.

At this time, Matsumoto Incheon's eyebrows jumped, and his heart was longing, shouting, get closer, let the mine blow you up!

I saw his Adam's apple surging, his body trembling slightly with excitement, and his eyes were fixed on the steady pair of leather boots.

Looking forward to the moment when the stone breaks through the sky, witnessing the scene of flesh and blood.

It's close, there's only one step left, step through the ......

Yang Guan stepped into the minefield, his steps were still steady, without pausing at all, secretly using his foot strength, and stepping out of the footprints an inch and a half deep.

And Matsumoto Incheon stared at him in shock, opened his mouth slightly, his Adam's apple was dry, and his body and mind were filled with anger.

What's going on, why didn't it explode?

No, something special must have happened that night?

Could it be that he cleared the minefield, how is this possible?

The minefield was all done under the cover of night, and it was impossible to be exposed.

There is a mole?

Someone must have set aside a passage for him, and that's the only explanation?

At this moment, he really wanted to pick up the machine gun and fire, just detonate a mine, and the devil in front of him would cease to exist.

It's just a pity that it's too late.

Yang Guan looked at his old opponent mockingly, Ren Ran approached steadily, and said, "Little devil, Lao Tzu is here, let him go."

"If you overcome, they are yours." Matsumoto Incheon clenched his fists and said fiercely.

Shameless, this is the face of the captive, it is really not a species raised by people.

Yang Guan gritted his teeth, added another amount of hatred, and no longer bothered to talk about it, and looked sideways at the four people who were bound.

The righteous sister was shaking her head, her face anxious, and her eyes were eager.

Fortunately, fortunately, there is a thoughtful righteous sister, she must understand her hardships.

Only then did he show a reluctant look, preventing himself from dueling with the little devil.

Seeing that the little devil had bad intentions, she seemed so anxious.

Yin Zhen was honest, tasted the taste of bullying by the little devil, her face was languid, and her eyes were blank.

Yang Hu glared at the little devil angrily, his arms twisting non-stop, trying to break free from the rope.

Yang Bao's performance was mediocre, no joy or sorrow, and he looked at himself as if he didn't know him.

Who of these three is a mole?

They must have a number in their hearts, at least eyebrows, but cover each other, this kind of person deserves to die.

Shielding the little devils is an act of betraying the country to seek glory, and indirectly betraying the Chinese nation.

Because of the love that grew up together, regardless of the righteousness, it is not a pity for them to die.

This is war, the camp decides fate, there is no mercy!

Yang Guan thought about his thoughts, and stepped on the mountainside, stepping on a piece of scorched earth, "squeaking".

Approaching the top of the mountain fifty, thirty, twenty meters, stand still, and no longer advance.

Matsumoto Incheon moved, slowly descending fifteen meters, confronted, and was ready to go.

The strong wind blows, and the dry grass branches "swish" in the air, dancing with the wind and disappearing in the south.

The wind force is level 6, the light sand is flying, and the air is slightly turbid, making it difficult to breathe.

The slanting sun is shining, the flying sand is flickering, exuding a glimmer of light, and the golden glow is dazzling.

The two stared, up and down, the east and west confronted each other, and the murderous aura became stronger.

Gently sloping area, with a slope of thirty, sandy land, shrubs that have been crushed by artillery fire, charred black.

The two sides stood in figure-eight steps, their knees slightly bent, their upper bodies leaning forward fifteen degrees, their hands naturally drooping, and their eyes overflowing with murderous aura.

The knife hung at the waist, and it was never drawn.

The uniform "whirred" in the strong wind, blowing the arm, no, that was the pre-battle signal.

But they still didn't move each other, waiting to see what happened, ready to go......

Suddenly, a piece of grass more than a foot long flew in the wind, scraping towards Yang Guan's face, and a soft sound of "sand" just covered his right eye.

At this time, Matsumoto Incheon moved, drew his sword with his right hand, and threw it from the bottom to the front.

At the same time, his feet exerted force, his body flashed, and he launched a surprise attack with the advantage of being uphill.

The grass vines approached, did not escape the perception, but could not be stopped, were disturbed for a moment, and also lost the opportunity.

The left eye caught the attack of the little devil, which was to throw out the scabbard and attack, raise the knife in the air, and then slash down quickly.

The left foot retracted the heavy force, and the right foot pushed to the left, and the body instantly dodged half of the body.

At this moment, the scabbard "swished" through the dodge and shot down the hillside.

The little devil is still the same old-fashioned, and likes to carry out surprise attacks, using scabbards as a cover.

Matsumoto Incheon corrected the blade halfway through, slashing down from right to left, and the momentum was swift.

Is this trying to cut Lao Tzu's left shoulder to his right leg?

It's so vicious, you think too beautifully.

Hold the scabbard in your left hand to meet the blade, pull out the Xuanlun knife with your right hand, and do it with both hands, all in one go.

The little devil's seemingly swift slash has been stereotyped and irreversible.

Suddenly, the blade retracted half a foot, very strange and swift, directly avoiding the attack of the scabbard.

I was frightened and wanted something bad.

Sure enough, the retracted blade suddenly stabbed into the chest, less than ten centimeters away, dangerous.

At this time, the scabbard was raised above the head, and it was impossible to return to help, and the time could not catch up.

Previously, the right hand drew the knife downward, coordinated the body, and assisted the left hand to meet the attack, causing the tip of the Xuanlun knife to point obliquely to the ground, and the return was weak.

The chest door is open, and in the face of such an attack, what to do?

The tip of the knife is near, and he is going to die...... (To be continued.) )