Chapter 328 Catching Booker

This is sometimes the case. Strategy and insidiousness both refer to a person's intelligence, but there is no unified standard for this degree.

But when both parties are wise, the one who breaks the boat will win. Although it will be scarred, it is better than death.

Ling Fei's whole body exudes a strong and almost substantial evil spirit, which is the invisible medal he has earned from fighting in the sea of ​​swords and blood over the years.

When anger rushed into his forehead, he moved.

His shoulders shook slightly, and with a whoosh, the second Ling Fei appeared not far behind Booker. With another shake, the third Ling Fei appeared, standing in front of Momo, facing Booker's attack.

The figure rushed forward.

Shunpo!

Booker's evil smile froze on his face. He couldn't understand how this kid suddenly became so powerful, but he had no time to think about it now.

Seeing the crystal stump getting bigger and bigger in his pupils, Booker roared, took a breath, and danced his fists like windmills.

Countless fist shadows were formed in an instant. Booker did not hold back and continued to punch. More and more fist shadows gathered and turned into faces, eventually forming a sea of ​​green mist. It carried strong winds and made ghosts cry and wolves howl, just like the underworld.

Like a ghost, it instantly enveloped Ling Fei.

The green mist is like a sea, and the fist shadows of various speeds collide with each other, stirring the green mist and rolling and roaring, just like the waves in a tsunami, surging and fierce.

After a while, the roaring sea of ​​green fog rolled for a while and gradually returned to calm.

It was over, and a sneer appeared on Booker's face. This light and shadow iron fist was a skill he had been immersed in for twenty years. He knew how to do it quickly and slowly, especially the combination of fist and shadow skills he had developed.

It seems that the composition of this fist sea is just that the fist shadows are denser, but in fact, the speed of the fists is extremely demanding, and a seemingly irregular fist formation will be formed.

Once it is wrapped in it and the fist shadows on a certain trajectory are touched, when the fist shadows in the fist formation collide with each other, they will turn into scattered energy, like turbulent currents, criss-crossing, the energy is wanton, and the destructive power is even more difficult to defend.

That's not all. When the fist force is broken, the scattered force will trigger the destruction of other fist shadows. Just like a warehouse full of explosives, a chain reaction will occur, and the power will be doubled.

If you want to blame, it's because you are too arrogant.

Although the green mist has reduced a bit, it is still as powerful as a rainbow and continues to spread outwards, rushing towards Momo.

Momo's face turned a little pale, and the green mist opened its mouth like a monster and could swallow her completely at any time, but she was more worried about Ling Fei now.

The calm sea of ​​green mist continued to spread forward. Booker crossed his arms with a sneer on his face. The overall situation was decided. It didn't matter even if Momo was seriously injured. As long as he had a breath, he would be able to obtain the entire inheritance.

As for Bella on the other side, maybe it would be good to take it back and give it to the owner, Booker thought as he squinted his eyes comfortably.

It's just that he didn't notice that there was a slight tremor in the lowest layer of the fog from time to time. The amplitude was not large, but it was very strange.

“Bang bang bang!!!”

A series of low explosions sounded. Booker had just assumed a defensive posture when a big hand fell from the sky, grasped his forehead with five fingers, and lifted him up.

"Uh... uh... you, you!"

Booker roared in disbelief, his eyes full of fear, and a pair of cold purple eyes dilated wider and wider in his pupils.

Every time he enters this state of emptiness, Ling Fei's thoughts will be particularly clear. It is obviously triggered by anger, but unexpectedly he is no longer influenced by emotions and becomes extremely calm, or in other words, ruthless.

The seemingly turbulent fist formation had no rules. After some initial fumbling and taking a few hard blows, he quickly found the pattern. Even without the help of the evolved pupil technique, he also found the vaguely visible pattern.

The gap trajectory seems to be a little higher than expected.

His body was like a loach, twisting in the shadow of the dangerous fist. From time to time, his body would assume a twisted and exaggerated shape, making the stiff muscle body suddenly become more flexible.

When he rushed out of the green sea of ​​fists, he saw the opponent's arrogant and unattractive face. When he saw this stinky face, he decided to teach this guy a lesson, so he stepped forward.

, the five fingers spread out and clasped the somewhat annoying face fiercely.

Although he is not influenced by any emotions at all now, it is really uncomfortable to watch.

"Well, I admit that I am a little arrogant, but it is not a problem to deal with a little guy like you. After all, I still want to thank you. So, how should I torture you?"

Ling Fei's indifferent questions and answers made Booker shiver uncontrollably.

Suppressing the panic in his heart, Booker pretended to be confident and asked:

"Do you still have time to relax here? Hehe, look behind you. My fist sea moves very fast."

Ling Fei curled his lips:

"So what, it's none of my business."

After saying that, the strength in his hand increased a little, and his fingers dug deeply into Booker's flesh.

"Ah! Do you really not care about that little girl's life or death?"

Booker could no longer maintain his composure and reminded with difficulty while holding back the pain.

Purple eyes stared at Booker's distorted face and said flatly:

"If she dies, I can help her get revenge."

It was said in an understatement and confidently.

Booker was a little confused. The other party's strange appearance and the current conversation were all weird. For a moment, he even forgot that his hands were actually free at all.

Booker still wanted to say something, but his expression couldn't help but change. A sharp pain shot through his legs. He gritted his teeth and subconsciously raised his fist and hit Ling Fei in the face.

The fist was castrated very quickly, and Booker felt that the hand holding his head loosened, and the strength in his hand became a little faster.

Poof, like popping a blister, his fist hit Ling Fei hard in the face.

However, Booker did not show an expression of joy, but looked a little confused and felt a little strange.

Soon, he became furious, because Ling Fei's annoying face in front of him began to distort, melt, and then just disappeared. No wonder there was no real sense of fist hitting the flesh, it turned out to be just an afterimage.

!

He lowered his head and glanced at the big bloody hole in the mouth of the bowl on his leg, and a chill came to his heart.

"Oh, look up quickly, don't you want to see the results of your masterpiece?"

A cold reminder came from behind, as if whispering in his ears. Booker's body froze. He wanted to turn around immediately, but he also knew that the other party was so close to him. If he made any small moves, he would probably be killed first.

Lose.
Chapter completed!