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Chapter 1037

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    Yang Jian found it ridiculous when Liu Qingqing stretched out his hand to hold the hatchet and looked confident.

    "You are so stupid, blocking my coffin nails with your cheongsam, and grabbing my hatchet with your gloves, do you think you can spend with me forever without being killed by me?  If it's just like this, you can go on the road for me today."

    Liu Qingqing did not speak, but stared at Yang Jian, holding the hatchet with both hands, refusing to let go.

    She has great strength, not like the strength that a normal woman should have. If an ordinary person is caught like this, even the bones will be crushed.

    But Yang Jian's strength is not small.

    It seems that until now, even such things as strength have been used.

    Seems to be a bit of a dead end.

    But Liu Qingqing knew very well that she was at a disadvantage, because there was another Liu Ziwen helping to suppress Ghost Eye. Once Ghost Eye lost the suppression, Yang Jian could immediately restart himself.

    By then, he will not be killed.

    In the face of an unkillable enemy, then the one who dies must be himself.

    "Yang Jian, stop talking big, the supernatural power you can control is indeed terrifying, but haven't you been able to kill me so far?"

    Liu Qingqing said: "So you are not invincible, as long as the method is right, you will still be killed, and do you know why I have not appeared until now?"

    "Because, I need to use the power of the messenger on the fifth floor. If I am alone, I will definitely be killed by you."

    "But now, you are the loser."

    next moment.

    Liu Qingqing suddenly let go of the hatchet she was holding tightly. Instead of retreating, she rushed towards Yang Jian, and at some point there was a bloody sharp knife in her hand.

    This sharp knife did not belong to her, it belonged to the man who ran the driver among the messengers on the fifth floor.

    The messenger before was killed by Yang Jian using Zhao Feng's body, and then he ignored it.

    Liu Qingqing came close to Yang Jian, as if embracing him, but the sharp knife pierced Yang Jian's chest and sank deeply into it.

    "It's not like I didn't do nothing just now among so many corpses. Yang Jian, you were careless. Now, I believe you are real, not an illusion."

    She saw that Yang Jian's chest was bleeding, and the nearby skin was ashen and dull, and a smile appeared on his face.

    A smirk, a happy smile.

    Why did Yang Jian always have such an arrogant and superior attitude, why should she decide her life or death.

    Today, she will drag this Yang Jian on the road together.

    Because even if Yang Jian was really killed, she would not live long.

    "Now let me see, will Ghost Eye Yang Jian also die? This is not an ordinary knife, but a supernatural item. You know exactly what will happen to the person who is stabbed."

    Liu Qingqing's palm was very strong, and the position of the knife on the heart was twisted and rotated, as if this would bring more pain and damage to Yang Jian.

    But what she saw when she raised her head was not Yang Jian's painful face, but calm and indifferent.

    As if physical pain doesn't matter at all.

    "You do know me very well, but you don't know it thoroughly enough. It can be seen that your memory of the woman from the Republic of China is incomplete. Otherwise, this knife would never have stabbed me."

    Yang Jian's face turned pale rapidly, the wound was bleeding profusely, the breath of the living was dissipating, and his physical condition deteriorated rapidly.

    But even so, he still didn't take it too seriously.

    Liu Qingqing was stunned, she still raised her head slightly to stare at Yang Jian, observing the subtle changes in the person in front of her.

    She wanted to see Yang Jian fear, remorse, and failure.

    However, what he saw was indifference and a hint of playfulness.

    "Impossible, you can't restart now, you are dead."

    Liu Qingqing still firmly grasped the handle and pushed it in desperately.

    It seems that he wants to penetrate Yang Jian's entire body.

    "Dead? Haha." Yang Jian smiled: "Will I die less often? I really think that I, Yang Jian, relied on what I am today. Is it luck? You want to kill me, so I want to know, in the face of the real  How did you kill me?"

    The next moment, the spear in his hand stood heavily on the ground.

    Then he let go of his hands, opened his arms, and fell back heavily.

    "boom!"

    Yang Jian had a smile on his face, his face was ashen, his chest was bleeding profusely, like a cold corpse lying on the ground.??, he was about to die, even if Yang Jian didn't do anything, he would die from the resuscitation of the ghost.

    "Yes, you lost." Yang Jian's tone was blunt and indifferent.

    Bang!

    Once the situation here became clear, on the other side, Wang Yong let out a self-deprecating laugh, and then dropped the shovel in his hand.

    In front of him is Li Yang.

    Li Yang sat against the wall, unable to resist, just waiting for the shovel to hit him, and he would surely die.

    But at this critical moment, Wang Yong stopped, he gave up.

    So what if you kill Li Yang?

    Liu Qingqing couldn't hold it anymore, Liu Ziwen had reached his limit, and if he killed Li Yang by himself, he would only be killed by Yang Jian, and if he killed the opponent's teammate, it might lead to merciless revenge.

    He cannot afford the consequences of being retaliated, because there is a family behind him.

    If it were ten years ago, he would definitely take this shovel.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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