Chapter 759 It's Beautiful to Win

An Xia liked to fight like this, and admired Fu Siling's bravery as he fought.

Standing still, he waved at him, provocatively, "Come here by yourself."

Jiang Wenbin almost knelt down.

Brother!

boss!

You rock!

Ling Shen, don't be mad at her.

Fu Siling was not angry, but smiled instead.

He is!

It's always been the only thing that provokes others. Tonight, it's very good, the whole retribution is back.

A challenge from the assessment fighter An Xia!

Whoever is powerful has the final say.

This time, it was Fu Siling who took the initiative to attack.

The two played against each other again, and Jiang Wenbin was dazzled when he saw it.

Soon he found that An Xia's tricks were even more ruthless than before, and he was deeply sweating for their Lingshen.

"Lingshen, come on."

Didn't even dare to say cheers.

He was afraid of being caught by An Xia's eyes.

At this moment, An Xia's eyes were terrified.

Cold and indifferent, she regards everything as nothing. In her eyes, human life is the same as the flowers and plants on the side of the road. Harvest if you want.

An Xia actually restrained herself a lot.

She never thought about actually killing Fu Siling.

Avoiding Fu Siling's stabbing dagger, both hands suddenly grabbed his wrist, using his arm as a fulcrum, and spun directly into the air.

"Kang..."

Fu Siling let go of his wrist, which was in severe pain, and the dagger fell to the ground, sending out sparks.

"the second time."

An Xia let go, stood in front of him and spoke coldly again.

Jiang Wenbin stared blankly, he hadn't recovered from An Xia's action just now.

Where did gravity go?

Why is it gone on An Xia?

Fu Siling rubbed his almost twisted wrist, and pressed his thin lips tighter.

Just now An Xia showed mercy to his subordinates.

Otherwise, his wrist would have been broken long ago.

"One last time." An Xia said again, "There is one minute left."

Only then did Fu Siling understand what she meant.

He pursed his lips tightly, and then said, "No, I lost."

Jiang Wenbin blinked, pressed the stopwatch, and rushed over quickly.

He wanted to see the condition of Fu Siling's wrist injury.

"It's not broken." Fu Siling didn't ask him to check, and with his left hand that was almost broken, he took out something from the pocket of his training uniform, and put An Xia aside, "An Xia, you won."

An Xia reached out to take the parts, raised her eyebrows, "Your judgment is correct, thank you, Instructor Fu, for bringing the parts with you."

Find the parts, total time 150 minutes.

good.

It was expected to be three hours.

"Where are my teammates? Will they continue to follow me? Or have they failed this round of assessment?"

Fu Siling opened the microphone and ordered, "Let me go."

Several instructors were stunned for a second when they heard his voice.

Qiao Jiquan asked in a deep voice, "Lingshen, are you and An Xia over?"

"She won." Fu Siling announced flatly.

Nothing to hide, much less shame.

An Xia was better than him, and all the players in the team knew it in their hearts.

Although I know it, I still can't fully accept it for a while.

Miao Hai and other nine fighters all pulled up, and the poor No. 39 and No. 75 hung upside down until they almost passed out.

"Why did you let us go?" No. 62 asked.

He was lying on his stomach and asked.

There is no way, hanging upside down until the whole body becomes numb, it is not good for the body to stand up immediately, and it is only good to lie flat and slowly.

No. 95 said: "Either, An Xia was also arrested, or, An Xia won. I like to hear that An Xia won."

Lying on the back, turned to look at Qiao Jiquan, "Instructor Qiao, did An Xia win?"

"Yes, you lie down and win again." Qiao Jiquan replied, his expression was not so good.

He was a little worried about Fu Siling.

I don't know how he feels.

"really?"

Number 62 and Number 95 asked in unison.

The general was relieved, and the two people, No. 39 and No. 75, who were cleared up little by little, didn't hear clearly in front of them, and answered the conversation halfway, "What are you talking about, what are you talking about?"