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Chapter 70 Extremely rigid that cannot be concealed by extreme softness!(1/2)

"stop!!"

With a crying voice, it came from Wei Ledii's mouth.

Wei Ledii's voice, Fu Wenmei, who was lying on the ground, naturally heard it. Her eyes flashed slightly, but soon became silent again.

Nick, who still didn't know that Wei Ledi and Qin Bai's strength, shook all over and stopped, turned his distorted face and looked at Wei Ledi, and at the same time saw the tears on her face.

Nick was stunned, and an idea spread like crazy in his heart, but he was not sure.

Without wiping the tears on her face, Wei Ledi put away the frozen laser gun and walked to Nick. She did not look at Nick, but looked at Fu Wenmei lying on the ground.

“We are a team of new players.”

With unprecedented calmness, Wei Ledi opened the show with such words that he told his family.

"We hardly reinforced except for the one who fought with your companion."

It was clearly saying to Nick, but the person Wei Ledi looked at was always Fu Wenmei lying on the ground.

"Only she is the only one who has the fighting power for the three of us."

Anger, a teased anger spreading in Nick's heart, but he was cautious and still wondered whether the person in front of him was lying.

"And she has lost. She not only lost this kind of battle, but also lost her own heart, her own martial arts, and her own beliefs."

Wei Ledii's words made Fu Wenmei's heart tremble, and her empty eyes changed again. No matter how severe the pain was, there was no tears that had fallen, spreading to her eyes. She understood the purpose of Wei Ledii's words.

"Now, you can kill her, but before that, you have to kill me."

Wei Ledi finally turned her eyes away from Fu Wenmei and looked at Nick. She was obviously asking for death, but she was extremely calm.

"Kill me, kill her. You can survive."

The calm tone of her voice did not even show any sign of gray air. Wei Ledi was so calm at this time, even though she was facing death.

"What are you waiting for?"

Fu Wenmei's unwillingness, Fu Wenmei's despair, and Fu Wenmei's beliefs were broken, and all these Wei Ledie saw it.

Wei Ledi is not an ignorant child. She knows a lot, she knows a lot, she knows a lot, she knows that Fu Wenmei has always protected and helped her.

This time, Wei Ledi chose to protect and help Fu Wenmei in his own way, even if the price was to pay his life.

A full of disbelief filled Nick. He didn't believe what Wei Ledi said, because he didn't believe that someone would choose to die for others.

"What she said is true."

The same calm tone came from Zhong Lihao this time. He arrived when Wei Ledi stood up, but he chose to watch. He knew that there were some things that he could not complete on behalf of Wei Ledi.

Similarly, Zhong Lihao also knew that some things could be solved by killing Nick and saving Fu Wenmei. What he and Wei Ledi were doing at this time were not saving Fu Wenmei, but by saving her martial arts and her heart.

He raised his finger and pointed at Fu Wenmei. Zhonglihao said, "Defeat her, kill them both, I'll let you go."

Nick looked at Zhong Lihao in disbelief. He knew that Zhong Lihao's appearance represented Mars' death. He had been confused before and had not heard any information about Mars' death in his mind.

Turning his head and looking at Fu Wenmei who was getting up, the hot light flashed in his eyes. Zhong Lihao's appearance wiped out his hope of survival, but at the same time gave him a last glimmer of hope. Now, this woman has become his last straw, and she can only kill her!

"What you said is true?!"

Zhong Lihao did not answer, but looked at Fu Wenmei and said calmly: "Martial Arts? Faith? Fist Intention? Ask your own heart, ask your own boxing, the Eight-Pole Fist, move forward."

"What he said is true." Wiping off the blood from his mouth, Fu Wenmei answered Nick for Zhong Lihao.

[Ding! Candidate Zhong Lihao gave you a D-level side plot, do you accept it?]

'accept.'

Listening to the system sound in her ears, she gently pressed the Nightmare Watch, and the virtual box appeared in front of Fu Wenmei. Without any hesitation, she exchanged for the primary Qigong.

A white spot of light appeared around Fu Wenmei, changing her physique and taking some treatment for her body.

Seeing this scene, Nick dared not take action because Zhong Lihao was watching from the side, and he could only wait for Fu Wenmei to complete the reinforcement.

Feeling the sudden appearance of internal force in her body, the number was not large, but it made Fu Wenmei feel warm. What she felt was carrying the expectations of her two companions.

Opening her eyes, a confident smile appeared on Fu Wenmei's face again, not for internal strength or anything else, just because she gradually understood her own problems.

Everyone dispersed, Zhong Lihao and Wei Ledi retreated together, and handed the battlefield to Fu Wenmei.

Qin Baishuang, who was playing with soy sauce throughout the process, picked up the flamethrower again and prepared to support Fu Wenmei.

"No. The boxing intention that needs support does not exist."

Fu Wenmei shook her head and stopped Qin Baishuang's support.

At this moment, she finally understood why her fist intention disappeared, why she had no inch after entering the dark energy, and at the same time she understood the meaning of extreme softness in her master's mouth covering up the extreme hardness.

Fu Wenmei understood that her wisdom was extremely soft and her fist was extremely strong. As a think tank, she had been relying on her wisdom to solve the battle, just like the performance she performed with Wei Ledi, just like before that she asked Wei Ledi and Qin Bai to support her firepower, which is the reason.

Looking at Wei Ledi thankfully, Fu Wenmei didn't expect that this friend could see more thoroughly than her. It was because she saw it that she stood in front of her and said those words.

A simple person with a innocent heart often looks at things until the center, and refers to people like Wei Ledi.

Blood flowed down Fu Wenmei's cheeks. Instead of wiping, she clenched her fists and used her internal strength to turn unwillingness, dissatisfaction and failure into fighting spirit.

The battle begins again!

Step out!

‘Master! I will prove it to you, what you said is wrong! One day, I will defeat you! For them!’

His heart swears to make a move forward, and with this momentum, Fu Wenmei came to Nick with a speed beyond her limit.

Take action with the Bengquan!

A simple punch, Baji collapsed!

Nick didn't expect that the woman, who was as weak as an ant, now had the attack like a tiger going down the mountain. Without time to react, he could only cross his hands in front of his chest, trying to prevent this punch.

Bang!!

Click!

Nick's arms broke directly!

The Eight Poles Fist, open hard!

The path of martial arts has become clear, and the meaning of the Eight Poles is already in my heart. Fu Wenmei's fist is different from the past!

Although Nick's muscle tissue and speed are far superior to Fu Wenmei, the focus of Bajiquan is on strength and strength, and the hidden power of the Chinese martial arts destroys the inner world. How can he be defended by head-on battles?

With one punch, pressing step by step!

The injury to both hands was only one second, and he recovered. Nick used the same trick again, and the red flame in his right hand ignited, leading to Fu Wenmei's fist.

This time Fu Wenmei won’t hide!

The boxing wind is even stronger, and the Qingming Qi, the internal power, and the hidden power of national martial arts are all activated.

Bang!

The red flame was directly dispersed, and the bones on Nick's right forearm broke through the flesh and blood from his elbow and stabbed out.

At this time, Fu Wenmei's slender jade finger was covered with burning marks, and a large number of red flames were burning on it, and the pale white bones under it could be seen faintly.

The pain of the bones and the pain of the heart did not make Fu Wenmei stop, and Baji came out again with the red flame!

The strong wind whistles, the fist wind is free, the eight-six frame, six big opens, six cubits, one move, one punch, and the flesh.

Bang bang bang!!!

After a series of unstoppable attacks, Nick was exhausted from running. The recovery power of the vampire bloodline could no longer keep up with Fu Wenmei's hidden energy to destroy the internal organs. All the energy of the blood clan was recovering. Without energy supply, Nick, who was seriously injured, could no longer expand his speed.

Fu Wenmei's forehead was already sweating, which was a phenomenon that she consumed a lot of energy, but she did not stop. The firmness in her eyes and the firmness in her heart filled her whole body. It had been too long since she felt so refreshed.

Loyalty and courage, use your body as a shield, sacrifice yourself without self, and be the first in the face of danger!

The essence of Baji is memorized. At this time, Fu Wenmei had given up on me, but she was not for others, but for her own martial arts!

It rises and falls hard, and opens the door!

Fu Wenmei punched again, forcibly hitting Nick's defense.

The battle situation is the same as before, but the target was changed. Although Nick's injuries were constantly recovering, he had no power to fight back.

The red flames were burned out, the white bones disappeared, and the white fingers were exposed.

Gene lock, first order!

It opened without any obstacles, quietly and naturally.

Once you rely on your body, you can drive your strength to your waist and shake your elbows.

Bang!

"puff!"

Nick spitted out the first mouthful of blood in this battle, and for the blood clan, the defeat was revealed.

Blood was sprinkled on Fu Wenmei's right arm. With a "chi" sound, the clothes on Fu Wenmei's right arm were burned by blood, and finally burned to her smooth arm, which was the blood skill of the blood clan.

After the procedure, her arm was burned. Fu Wenmei frowned slightly, not because of the pain, but because the blood affected her movements.

Take a lunge, the eight poles of fists, the eight Vajra styles, and the hammer!
To be continued...
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