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Chapter 25 West of the Sun
"Bitch! Who do you think you are?"

Zhou Zhihong laughed back angrily, he is one of Nanyu Sanying, Red Mantis Zhou Zhihong, a murder fugitive in Nanjiang Province who has been hunted down for eight years, and four patrolmen have died in his hands alone in the past eight years.

In terms of martial arts, he is more confident.

Bravery and ferocity?He has no shortage!

Facing Wu Qing's single sword attack again, Zhou Zhihong did not dodge or dodge, he didn't care about the wound on his upper arm at all, and stood upright in front of his chest with his claws one after the other, facing the blade.

"Are you worthy of living and dying with me?"

呲——

The cloth was torn, and Wu Qing managed to avoid the vitals, but there were a few wounds on his chest. A string of blood beads was thrown to the wall by the mantis claw. A piece of scalp with strands of black silk.

Before he could ignore the pain on his head, Zhou Zhihong turned over with a kite, his left paw slapped a single knife, and the right paw that was hooked to Wu Qing was knocked away by the handle of the knife. There was pain on the outside, and out of the corner of his eye, Wu Qing kicked his left foot outside the knee and it fell to the ground.

He almost raised his broom eyebrows, without even thinking about it, he immediately made an iron plank bridge, and finally avoided Wu Qing, leaving only half-moves to catch the cicadas with the wind.

Wu Qing, who kicked empty, was not discouraged, and he raised the knife and swung two viciously.

Clang, clang.

Two golden cries sounded in front of Zhou Zhihong's crotch.

Fierce, critical, far faster and more intense moves than before, obviously both of them are red-eyed!

Zhou Zhihong's face was bloodstained, the blood flowing from his scalp covered his face, the roc spread its wings in fright, swung away Wu Qing's single sword, and then retracted it violently, a bloody arrow shot out from the wound on his left arm, vowing to Kill Wu Qing.

Wu Qing glared, lowered her waist and dragged her arms, forcibly slashed down with a single knife, kicked Zhou Zhihong's left claw away with her right foot, and greeted him with her left hand like a boulder.

"Ahhhh!"

The two who thought they had found each other's flaws roared together, and the blades and claws entered the flesh almost at the same time.

"laugh--"

The blood soared, and the fishy smell instantly became strong in the whole room.

…………

"does it worth!"

In the dark room, a match was lit, and the cigarette was lit. As he inhaled, the sparks on the cigarette suddenly brightened red. Dry and astringent, as if deliberately suppressing,

"No one will know that a master who can compete with my majestic Chi Mantis, Zhou Zhihong, will fight me to the death in a broken house because of a sword. Given time, you will definitely be famous in the Nanyu martial arts world, is it worth it? ?”

"worth."

Let go of the match with your fingers, and the match fell into the blood with a "chick".Wu Qing, who stepped on the bloody beach with one foot and Zhou Zhihong's left arm with the other, spoke indifferently.

"Besides, you and I are not evenly matched. You lie down and I stand. Let's see clearly."

It was easy to say, but the candlelight twisted on the small square table, illuminating Wu Qing's misery at this moment.

From the forearm to the palm of the left hand, there was a row of dripping blood holes, and a hole was opened in the center of the palm. Even though it was wrapped in cloth strips, the blood was still oozing out, non-stop. The price paid for holding Zhou Zhihong's right paw.

The harvest is Zhou Zhihong who is no longer defenseless.

Zhou Zhihong's appearance was far more terrifying than Wu Qing's. His right arm was severed from the middle of the upper arm, revealing bright red flesh stubble and pale bone stubble.

"As long as I can go back, it's worth it... I bought two tickets for Jacky Cheung's concert."

Wu Qing's voice was deep and deep, and he said a lot of things that Zhou Zhihong couldn't understand.
"But actually I don't really like Jacky Cheung's songs. My father likes them. He has just been discharged from the hospital with advanced liver cancer. The doctor said that he will try his best to satisfy his wishes in the rest of the time. I don't have time. I have to go back... I've smoked too, sword Where is it? Did your accomplice take it away?"

Zhou Zhihong's face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and the cigarette was skewed in his mouth like a headlong onion.
"Yes, he took it away, but I don't know where he is."

Wu Qing held back his anger,

"I can bandage you, but you won't necessarily die."

Zhou Zhihong glanced at Wu Qing's messy bandaged left hand,

"Do you believe it? You will definitely not let me go."

And inexplicably said,
"It turned out to be me who was lucky enough to survive for a few more hours."

Wu Qing was silent for a moment, remembering Zhou Zhihong's sentence "you are lucky" in the alley in the morning, took his foot off Zhou Zhihong's left arm, looked directly at Zhou Zhihong, and said sincerely,

"My left hand tendon broke your mantis claw, useless, I should kill you to vent my anger, but Jiushoujian is really important to me, it's just a sword, isn't it? Please tell me, where is it? "

Zhou Zhi's red eyelids drooped,

"Do me a favor, go to No. 97 Wenhua Road, Liu Fengxian, and tell her that I..."

Who the hell wants to hear your funeral.

Wu Qing said with a wicked face,

"Tell me where Jiu Shoujian is first. If you can help me, I will definitely help. Tell me where the fat man went. Otherwise, I will kill Liu Fengxian... She is your old lover? That light boat girl, you made it for her." fugitive?"

Wu Qing asked quickly and urgently.He was afraid that Zhou Zhihong would bleed to death soon.

Zhou Zhihong breathed heavily, but didn't speak immediately.

Wu Qing waited silently for Zhou Zhihong's answer.

Zhou Zhihong spoke intermittently,

"I'm not even your opponent. Let me tell you where he is. He's dead but not alive."

Wu Qing said sincerely, "I will not kill him. I promise."

As long as he can find Jiushoujian and get the return fragments, Wu Qing can make a hundred guarantees.

Zhou Zhihong let out a miserable laugh,
"Do you think I'm crazy? If I broke an arm, I'm fucking dead. I'll bleed to death in a quarter and a half at most. You don't have the ability to save my life. You want to die from me I got the whereabouts of Jiu Shoujian?"

Zhou Zhihong spat a mouthful of blood foam towards Wu Qing,
"Dream! Hahahaha..."

The maniac laughter is firm and maniacal.

puff--

Dapeng's blood splashed from Zhou Zhihong's broken neck onto the wall, Zhou Zhihong's wide-eyed head gurgled and rolled, and the cigarette was bent badly in the blood.

"You should have said it!"

Wu Qing's knuckles turning white as he gripped the handle of the knife hard, his tone was gloomy, then he took two steps back and sat down by the door.

In the time-consuming fight with weapons, especially Wu Qing did his best, and Wu Qing was not allowed to hesitate for a moment, or he might be the one who might die.Chopping off only Zhou Zhihong's arm was already the result of Wu Qing's deliberate deflection of the blade.

In the end, Zhou Zhihong was still on the verge of death.

What Zhou Zhihong said was right, he has no ability to save Zhou Zhihong's life next time.

With the medical level of Dagan and the Republic of China, if a complete limb is broken, it can be said that the whole foot has entered the gate of hell.

Wu Qing neither knew how to stop the bleeding, nor could he find a doctor and bring him back within a quarter of an hour, nor could he pry Zhou Zhihong's mouth open within a quarter and a half of an hour.

He could only vent his anger by killing Zhou Zhihong while he was still alive.

very weak.

The bloody sword in Wu Qing's hand fell to the ground.

"Clang clang."

Louder than his voice.

"This time, I really didn't cross. I also lost a hand... It's a big loss."

When Zhou Zhihong died, all clues were cut off.

But if he didn't kill him, Wu Qing could only watch Zhou Zhihong bleed to death, so he might as well vent his anger.

Half of the candle burned very quickly, and soon, even the slight sound of the candle flame fluttering in the room disappeared.

Wu Qing waited in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a slight friction outside the door.

Someone was eavesdropping and thought they were being careful.

Is that the chunky man?
Wu Qing carefully grabbed the single knife.

(End of this chapter)