Chapter 32: You either die, or I die

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With Situ Nan's nature, not only would he not really let Lei Qing eat the first taste of the soup, but he would not even let him drink the second soup. After all, when he was happy, it was impossible to leave a hostile boy watching the battle. Unless he had a special hobby of liked to make people watch the battle, he would use means to suppress Lei Qing. Otherwise, he would probably kill Lei Qing directly.

Lei Qing seemed to be enjoying this time, but in fact he was in a state of tension all over, ready to jump up and kill people at any time. He felt that Situ Nan had walked over with malicious intentions, so he still pressed his ears into Leng Yuewu and said, "Senior Leng, calm down, prepare!"

In order to stimulate Situ Nan's rationality and reduce his alertness again, Lei Qing smiled evilly and shouted wildly: "Leng Xiaoguai, please let your Young Master Lei check it out first. How is the difference between the jade ~ breasts of the Ice Sword Saint and the woman next to him?"

After saying that, a thief hand leaned towards Leng Yuewu's breasts in such a lewd manner.

Situ Nan was so excited by these words that he felt annoyed in his heart, thinking to himself, you guy, are you really addicted to playing? I haven't checked it yet, is it your turn to? The reason I was patient before was to let this guy test whether Leng Yuewu still has the ability to resist.

Now it seems that this ice sword saint Leng Yuewu is really finished. Otherwise, with her temper, character and status, she would never allow such a boy to be frivolous and obscene and not kill people suddenly.

In fact, Situ Nan's appearance is ugly and his psychology is dark and distorted. After living this life, he has indeed picked a lot of flowers and harmed many good young women and girls. But after saying that, he has never really understood the hearts of women in this life, nor has he been favored by women. How can he truly understand how women's minds turn? It is even more impossible to understand how Leng Yuewu thinks.

In fact, if it were someone as vulgar and ugly as Situ Nan, who was disgusting to carry out Lei Qing's plan. Even if Leng Yuewu understood that this was to kill the enemy together, she would never be able to be so wronged, and she didn't even cooperate with her with her in her heart. On the contrary, under the invasion of the lewd medicine, she seemed to enjoy this feeling very much.

Not only Situ Nan couldn't figure it out, but even Lei Qing could not have imagined it.

Lei Qing's extraordinary movements seemed to have caught Situ Nan's bottom line. He was originally dragging his broken leg and came over slowly. Seeing this, Situ Nan rushed over quickly, grabbed Lei Qing with a ferocious face, and thought to himself, "Boy, your mission is completed, let me die."

In Situ Nan's imagination, killing a defenseless high-level bronze boy with his Saint-level strength was as easy as killing an ant. Unexpectedly, just as his hand was about to catch Lei Qing's back, Lei Qing suddenly exploded.

With the cover of Leng Yuewu's body, he had long since secretly pressed his hand on his waist and suddenly held the hilt of the sword.

"Clang!"

Qingfeng sword broke out from the sheath, and Lei Qing turned up and the first lightning of the Lei family battle technique was used to the extreme with his life hanging by a thread. Qingfeng sword exploded like a brilliant firework in an instant, with seventeen or eighteen sharp edges, and the cold light flashed, mixed with the sizzling thunder and lightning, enveloped Situ Nan. A series of lightning swords thunder and lightning slashed towards the vital points around him.

If it were an ordinary master, in this situation, he would probably be killed directly by Lei Qing's sword move on the spot. However, who is Situ Nan?

Although this person is lustful, despicable and shameless, he is a serious holy assassin. Throughout his life, in addition to his hobby of Caihua, he has been practicing diligently and hard, trying to increase his cultivation. In his vulgar and powerful life, he has experienced countless battles of all sizes and fights. His fighting experience is far from comparable to Lei Qing, a young man who has just debuted for a while.

The moment of life and death fighting with his life has experienced countless times in his life.

Even though he was plotted by Lei Qing this time, he really didn't expect that the butterfly boy who was not favored by him would suddenly rise up and resist at this time. However, his extremely rich combat experience had already turned into instinct and integrated into his body like a brand.

In this situation, he instinctively reacted, instead of advancing, and bullied himself. After carrying Lei Qing's sword, his muscles were clamped and wrapped around Lei Qing's Qingfeng sword. As a result, the beautiful sword shadows in the sky disappeared without a trace. The calloused and thin claws grabbed Lei Qing's heart in anger and grin. This time, if he was caught tightly, he might have penetrated his chest and his heart would be thrust.

Lei Qing, who was greatly excited in his heart, spread out from his tailbone. He abandoned the sword and fell downwards. At the same time, the sky thunder fighting energy around him rushes violently, turning into a powerful explosive force and rushing into his left hand.

"boom!"

The spring thunder flashed, and the rumbling sound made people's ears numb. The lightning-like white light was also dazzling. Situ Nan's eyes closed slightly and his claws slid towards Lei Qing's chest.

Lei Qing hurriedly rolled around with a lazy donkey and avoided Situ Nan's claws that were squeezing downwards.

Even after a sneak attack, Lei Qing was forced to be extremely embarrassed when he met two or three times. The saint-level powerful man was indeed extremely terrifying. However, Lei Qing was not fighting alone. The eyes seemed to be full of spring, and the cold moonwu, whose cheeks were red and smoke, had been using the ice fighting spirit to suppress the two toxins, suddenly burned in her body. How pure and huge her fighting spirit was. Even if it was burned a little, the power it burst out was extremely terrifying.

The fighting energy reached the palm of his hand, and while Situ Nan's attention was all on Lei Qing, he quietly handed over Situ Nan's lower abdomen.

Situ Nan suddenly felt a chill invading him. Seeing this, he was so scared that his soul flew all over. He didn't care about chasing the hateful boy Lei Qing anymore, and hurriedly stepped backwards. Leng Yuewu actually had the strength to do it, which was not a joke. Compared to the threat brought by Leng Yuewu, the high-level bronze boy could only be regarded as a disease of scabies.

But Situ Nan forgot that one of his legs was still limping, and the difficult ice fighting spirit inside was still tormenting him. The speed of retreating this time was a beat slower than he had expected. A palm mixed with the thick ice fighting spirit was directly printed on his lower abdomen.

Such a strong palm made Situ Nan's liver, belly and intestines in his body, and the nearby meridians were shattered. Blood was spraying from his mouth and flew backwards.

Lei Qing was overjoyed when he saw this. The Ice Sword Saint is worthy of being the Ice Sword Saint. Under such circumstances, he could still shoot such a powerful palm. Immediately, he turned over and grabbed Leng Yuewu's Ice Soul Sword, and shouted with great fighting spirit: "Senior Leng, work harder and kill Situ Nan, the lewd thief."

But what made Lei Qinghan all over his body was that after Leng Yuewu finished this palm, her face turned red and fell to the ground and fainted.

Situ Nan was hit by Leng Yuewu's palm and his internal organs broke many parts of his body. Theoretically, his vitality was already gone and he would definitely die. However, he was a saint-level strongman after all, and his physique and vitality were far beyond those of ordinary people. With the support of the magnificent Netherworld Fighting Qi in his body, he could not die for a while.

But when he was wise to support his life, Situ Nan became violent, staring at Lei Qing with hatred and fierce eyes, roaring hideously like a peerless beast that was injured: "Boy, you are cruel enough. Even if I die, I will still pull you to the back."

Lei Qing put his upper body on his hands, held the Ice Soul Sword, and looked at Situ Nan's terrifying and devouring appearance. In addition, Leng Yuewu, who was crawling on the ground and unable to get up to fight again, felt a feeling of being cheated.

But some people are like this. The more desperate the situation, the more they can burst out with incomparable potential. Under the coercion of death, Lei Qing's mind was very clear and he stared at Situ Nan. Either you die or I die.

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