The showdown between top foreign experts is always full of wildness and blood.

In the heavy snow all over the sky, one side moves forward, and the other side swears to the death, and interprets the tragic and tragic tragedy.

In the world covered by white, the bright red blood looks particularly dazzling.

Yang Zhi's forehead, nose bridge, eyebrows, lips and blood flowed. His originally powerful eyes were squeezed into a slit due to swelling and swelling. From this slit, you could vaguely see the eyes that were still emitting light.

On the strong and exposed body, the fist prints were stacked one by one, dense and mottled, with bright and bright blood red and different shades of blue and purple, and an inch of intact skin was not visible.

My muscles have long been numb and I can't sense the existence of my body.

The fists trembled slightly, and at the cracked tiger's mouth, blood beads fell rhythmically, and blood dripped on the white snow, and blood-red flowers bloomed on the white snow.

The half-step King Kong's fight is like a confrontation between a spear and a shield. Either the spear is broken first or the shield is broken first.

The numbness and tremor of his fists and the pain from his internal organs all told him that his spear was about to break and his shield had cracked.

Strong! This is his deepest experience of Qi Han. It was also a half-step King Kong, but his iron fists were actually shattered by the other party's body, and his bones were trembling.

With such strong ability to resist and attack power, if it weren't for the gunshot wounds in advance, he would have become a cold corpse.

Qi Han stood proudly, breathing heavily, and his face was pale.

As I breathed, my naked chest was rising and falling.

As the ups and downs, blood squeezed out rhythmically from the bullet holes in the chest and abdomen, and slowly flowed along the gullies of the body's muscles.

Under the opponent's fierce fist, the three pieces in the abdomen penetrated the muscle layer and completely penetrated into the body, and were invisible. Only the bullet holes at the heart could be vaguely visible to the shadow of the golden bullet.

This battle was the second time in his life that death was approaching.

The first time was when he was fleeing China after killing more than 20 years ago, he was surrounded and intercepted by his former comrades.

No one is destined to be a killer from birth, and he is even worse.

As the only successor of Qi Family Quan, he enlisted in the army through special channels and became the powerful soldier king of the country. He had a glorious future and a decent life. He should have been the only successor of the family to carry forward Qi Family Quan.

However, no one’s life is foreseeable, and no one can completely control his life. Even if he has made many military achievements and is a generation of military kings valued by the country, it will be no exception.

For many nights, he returned to that day in his dream. He carried his comrades' ashes home with an extremely sad mood. Along the way, he silently recited the words of comfort that had been thought of in advance, but he had no chance to say it.

When he sent his comrades home, he saw not his comrades' parents with white hair and his brother and sister-in-law with tears in their eyes, but three corpses.

He still had three corpses with residual heat in his body. He didn't expect that the enemy's revenge would come so quickly.

Fighting for the country is a massacre for the whole family.

That year, he followed clues of his enemies through clues, but he could never find the murderer.

In a rage, he slaughtered the murderer's family in China without leaving any other children.

From then on, he became a wanted criminal from the King of China.

If the siege and interception were not deliberately created a way for him, he would have died long ago.

From then on, he transformed from justice into evil, from salvation into destruction, he fell in love with the smell of blood and liked to see the fear of prey before his death. This killing lasted for more than twenty years.

Huang Jiujin came to Zhongke in one year

Dilas Mountain reminded him that he was once a Chinese soldier king.

That night, Huang Jiujin told him that the matter back then was not as simple as revenge, but rather a plan set up by overseas forces to get rid of him in order to get Huaxia to get rid of a soldier king who shocked the overseas world.

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He had actually guessed it a long time ago, but he still didn't regret it. The only regret was that it disappointed too many people.

Huang Jiujin told him that if he wants to seek peace of mind and break through the last shackles, this is a good opportunity for self-rescue.

In fact, he was not sure whether this was an opportunity for self-salvation. However, he was inspired by Lu Shanmin. He could not see the result clearly, and he could only take this step in front of him. No matter what the result was,

At least you can get a moment of peace of mind.

Yang Zhi clenched his fists hard to stimulate the perception of the arm muscles and cover the end of the arms. Under the squeezing of the fist force, the blood at the tiger's mouth flowed out at a faster speed, turning from blood beads to blood lines dripping

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"What you do today is not like a killer."

Qi Han came out of his memories, his eyes were so dull that it was inconsistent with this life-and-death battle.

"What do you think is a killer?"

"If you want to kill someone, you must at least make sure that you can live, and you are more like begging for death."

"Everyone who stands at the top must pay the corresponding price for the height he is at. So do you."

Yang Zhi's eyes stared at the bullet hole in Qi Han's heart, "You are right. I fight in the protection and prove the truth in the protection. Without the protection of death, I can't compete with my current realm.

.I am very curious, as a killer, what faith do you rely on to reach the current realm”.

Qi Han looked at Yang Zhi lightly, "My faith is to use your blood to wash away my past sins and shame."

Yang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "A killer will actually feel guilty and shame."

"I used to be a soldier, a Chinese soldier." Qi Han raised his voice unconsciously, and his voice was filled with pride and pride.

"Me too"!

Qi Han looked at Yang Zhi with a faint contempt and disdain, "You are different. You are the dog of the Lu family first, you are the soldier. Your purpose in joining the army is not to defend the country, but to be the one.

A more qualified dog.”

"Just"! "The Lu family's decades of hard work have made indelible contributions to the country and the economy of the times. You, a killer with blood on your hands, dare to speak out loud."

"Contribution"? Qi Han smiled coldly, "Housing, speculating, digging the corners of the country, and sucking the bone marrow of the people. You have killed much more people than me."

Yang Zhi slowly condensed a scattered momentum, "As long as you punch two more, the bullets in your heart will be nailed into the heart."

Qi Han's eyes stopped on Yang Zhi's slightly trembling fists, "You have no strength anymore."

"Others emphasize that people can conquer nature. As long as they do not fall, no one can tell how much potential there is in their body, including themselves."

"Very good! You are qualified to die at my hands." Qi Han took a step forward, his fist opened in the air, and the snowflakes exploded under the force of the fist.

Yang Zhi gritted his teeth, stepped on his numb legs, raised his numb fists, ignored Qi Han's incoming fists, and slapped Qi Han's heart rudely.

Qi Han punched Yang Zhi on the forehead, and another punch protected his heart and blocked his incoming fist.

Yang Zhizhong's fist retreated sharply and hit a thick tree. The snow on the tree shook off, forming a white waterfall between the two.

Qi Han did not stop and continued to step forward, but Yang Zhi did not stop. He quickly counterattacked with the rebound force that hit the tree.

The snow-white waterfall had not yet completely landed, and the two of them punched out of the snowflakes at the same time.

The "waterfall" suddenly exploded, and snowflakes splashed like sharp swords.

"Bang"! Yang Zhi retreated again and hit the tree trunk. The thick tree trunk made a crackling sound, breaking in response.

Accompanied by the sound of the big tree breaking, Yang Zhi groaned, and blood rushing up his chest, leading to his mouth along his throat.

Yang Zhi gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood that was about to spit out.

He did not breathe in one breath, and his fists were released again, but the power on his fists was already extremely weak.

Qi Han waved his two thick palms, accurately grasped Yang Zhi's weak wrist, and shouted lightly. Yang Zhi's wrist, which was already at the end of his strength, made a cracking sound, and broke like a broken tree.

Under the light of the light, Qi Han saw the cold smile on Yang Zhi's lips. At this moment, a huge momentum suddenly erupted.

Qi Han thought it was not good, and instinctively let go of Yang Zhi and retreated with both hands.

But he was still one step late. With Yang Zhi's roar, he bent down and lowered his head, using all his strength to hit Qi Han's heart with his head.

"Bang"! The power burst out like a flash of light knocked Qi Han and then retreated seven or eight meters.

At the moment of the collision just now, Qi Han felt a tingling pain in his chest. He reached out and touched it, and his hands were filled with warm blood. When he looked down, he could no longer see the golden bullet.

After the collision, Yang Zhi's whole body seemed to have been drained, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, his hands drooping weakly. He raised his head with difficulty and saw the blood flowing out of Qi Han's chest and flowing to the ground.

It gathered into a red stream. The mouth of blood that had just swallowed back finally couldn't help but sprayed out, gathering with the bright red stream.

"I said that until the end, I don't even know how much potential I still have not exploded."

"Wolf Head"! A trembling voice came from the forest. Lang Er's robe was covered with solidified blood, not sure whether it was the enemy or his own. He was holding a long and narrow dagger in his hand, and the tip of the knife was still on the tip of the knife.

A drop of blood hangs.

"Don't come over"! Qi Han shouted lightly.

Lang Er stayed more than ten meters away from the two of them, watching the blood gushing out of Qi Han's chest.

"I'll take you home."

"Home"? Qi Han turned to look at Lang Er, "Central Codylas? North America? South America? Or African prairie"?

Qi Han looked into the sky, "My home is here."

"You go, take your brothers away from China and don't come back."

"No." Lang Er shook his head. After a big battle, he looked tired and old.

After saying the word "no", his hair and beard were flying, and his body was full of energy and his blood-colored robe was stirred. The next second, he had already carried his knife and headed straight for Yang Zhi, who was half kneeling on the ground.

"No"! Qi Han's heart aches and he rushed forward.
To be continued...