Another even more dangerous close-quarters battle ensued!
The bayonet is fierce and tricky, each move is deadly, and it focuses on the vital points. Every thrust is filled with strong murderous intent.
Qin Xiao's staff technique was steady and impeccable. The steel pipe in his hand sometimes swept horizontally, sometimes stabbed, neutralizing the attacks of the three-edged military bayonet one by one, while also calmly looking for opportunities to counterattack. This woman was simply a mobile arsenal!
Finally, he seized the opportunity when Mo Meigui had thrust too hard, and when her old strength had been exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, he slapped out with his left palm, without any fireworks, but with an extremely precise imprint on her lower abdomen!
Mo Meigui let out a muffled groan. Even someone as strong as her was affected by the blow, causing her blood to surge and her body to sway slightly. Qin Xiao seized the opportunity, advancing and with a flick of his wrist, disarmed her of the triangular military dagger, which he then tossed far away.
"We can cooperate!" Qin Xiao said in a deep voice, trying to sway her will. After all, she was Ye Chen's "reserved leading lady," and he would try his best to avoid killing her.
Mo Meigui stared coldly at Qin Xiao, as if she had heard a joke.
"Once you enter the Dragon King's Palace, death is the only way out."
She suddenly turned her head and opened her mouth at Qin Xiao, who was standing right in front of her!
A silver needle flashing with a strange blue light, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, silently flew straight to Qin Xiao's face!
The distance is too close! And the angle is extremely tricky!
Qin Xiao felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end! His body, driven by his prismatic-level combat instincts, jerked backward sharply, like a bridge strike! The silver needles almost grazed the tip of his nose, and the force of the wind they generated even made his skin sting slightly!
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
This chick really wanted to die and drag him down with her! She didn't hesitate at all!
Qin Xiao's eyes also turned completely cold, and he no longer had any hope of luck.
He lunged forward, and in the instant that Mo Meigui's breathing became disordered after spitting out the poison needle, his right hand shot out with lightning speed, unleashing the [Dislocating Tendons and Bones Hand], his fingertips precisely gripping Mo Meigui's left shoulder joint!
With a burst of internal energy, a powerful twist occurs!
"Snap!"
With a slight sound that made one's teeth ache, Mo Meigui's left arm fell down limply, and the joint was dislocated.
The intense pain caused Mo Meigui's forehead to instantly break out in a fine layer of cold sweat, her face turned pale, and her lips were tightly pursed.
But she gritted her teeth and didn't utter a sound. Instead, taking advantage of Qin Xiao's approach, she kicked out with her right leg like a whip, striking Qin Xiao squarely in the abdomen and sending him staggering back two steps. This woman is ruthless to herself!
"Qin Xiao, catch it!"
Mo Meigui's voice carried a hint of determination and madness.
She drew her right hand from what appeared to be an empty spot at her waist, and a gleaming silver soft sword appeared in her hand with a "whoosh," its blade reflecting shimmering light under the moonlight!
The sword flashed, like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, and attacked Qin Xiao again!
Qin Xiao's heart trembled. The soft sword has no bones, and the sword moves are the most tricky and difficult to defend. Is this the secret skill of a top killer?
As expected, the soft sword in Mo Meigui's hand was unpredictable, sometimes piercing the vitals like a venomous snake, sometimes winding like a spirit snake, attacking from incredible angles. The sword light flashed, enveloping Qin Xiao's entire body.
Qin Xiao fought back with all his might, swinging the steel pipe even faster, but he was still cut in several places by the all-pervasive soft sword. Blood instantly stained his clothes, and the wounds burned with pain.
Mo Meigui's attacks became increasingly fierce, her eyes filled with pure killing intent, as if she had burned away all her life force.
"The final strike!" she cried out, spinning as her soft sword transformed into a dazzling silver streak, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it aimed straight for Qin Xiao's heart! This strike reached its peak in both speed and power!
There's no way to avoid it! There's no way to retreat!
In the moment of life and death, Qin Xiao's heart became completely calm and clearer than ever before.
Everything around him seemed to slow down; the sound of the wind, the chirping of insects, and even his own heartbeat disappeared. He could even clearly see the resolute killing intent in Mo Meigui's eyes, and the subtle trajectory created by the high-speed vibration of the soft sword.
【Sword Eyes, Sword Heart】!
In that instant, as if struck by a flash of inspiration, he saw through the flaw in this seemingly perfect sword strike! It wasn't a flaw in the technique itself, but rather a subtle vibration point in the transmission of power from hand to sword!
He took a deep breath and thrust the steel pipe in his hand forward. The movement seemed simple, but it was extremely fast. It was not a block, nor a head-on collision, but an extremely precise attack on the point on the soft sword where the vibration was most violent!
【Changhong Drinks from the Stream】!
"Zheng—!"
A clear and long sword sound resounded through the night sky!
The soft sword in Mo Meigui's hand seemed to have been struck at its vital point by a strange and precise force, causing it to tremble violently. The blade bent into an unbelievable arc before finally flying out of her hand and landing with a "clang" on the gravel ground in the distance, where it continued to tremble.
Mo Meigui stumbled back a few steps before finally regaining her balance. She glanced down at her empty right hand, then up at Qin Xiao, whose clothes were intact, staring at her with sharp eyes. The icy expression that had remained unchanged for millennia finally cracked.
She suddenly smiled.
The upward curve of her lips was so shallow, almost imperceptible, yet like a stone dropped into stagnant water, it spread a strange ripple across her icy features. It wasn't the triumph of a winner, nor the relief before death, but more like a mixture of self-mockery, relief, and even a hint of indescribable... admiration?
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