Take your life while you are sick!

The old Taoist priest had no master's style and had no moral character at all. He took advantage of the fact that he had succeeded with a knife, lifted up the Taoist robe with one hand and walked forward quickly, and drew a circle in the air in the air to gather the energy of heaven and earth.

The energy of heaven and earth gathers in the palm, and the wind whistles still makes thunder tremendous thunder.

The old Taoist priest once again aimed at the other party's weak throat.

After Xia Bing suffered a hand knife, her throat was sore, and the continuous qi penetrated the weak muscles in the throat and raging in her throat. She could not breathe for a moment.

He was very angry, and he fought against countless battles in his life, and no one could accurately attack his throat.

But now is not the time to roar in anger, and the stinging throat cannot roar. He forced himself to hold the pain and suffocate and fist to block it.

Under a palm, there was another rush of air like a sea of ​​energy, and Xia Bing groaned and retreated quickly.

An external family's extreme state that had been in the Vajra realm for many years was actually slapped out by a palm of the internal family's extreme state, which was unheard of.

The old Taoist priest stepped on the seven stars and walked in the rain with his feet. The worn Taoist robe sounded in the wind and rain.

The old Taoist priest seemed to be walking in the garden, but in fact it was as fast as thunder. Before Xia Bing could stabilize his body, the old Taoist priest had already arrived first, and the palm shadows in the sky flashed, like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin.

Xia Bing held her breath and couldn't breathe, and her strength and reaction speed dropped significantly. Faced with the shadow of the palms everywhere, she had to try her best to protect the vital points of her throat.

The shadows of the palm were densely printed on Xia Bing's body. Whenever he hit him, the air that was not much in Xia Bing's chest would dissipate.

Deficiency of oxygen not only makes the body weaker, but also makes the brain dull. It makes it even worse by continuous blows.

Suddenly, the shadows of the palms gathered in one palm, and did not go to his throat, but pressed heavily on his chest.

"Bang"!

The energy was like a sharp knife and sharp blade, and it was rushing into the chest with the palm power.

Xia Bing endured the pain that could not breathe and blocked the qi that was trying to enter his chest, but his chest still shook his internal organs as if it was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

He retreated and retreated again and again, transformed into Qi and fought against Vajra in close combat, and the Vajra realm was beaten to retreat again and again.

The anger in Xia Bing's chest was roaring. Since he was hit by a hand knife and has been hit one after another, he has not even breathed a breath of fresh air.

He was unwilling to give up, and he was unwilling to fail like this. The dawn of victory was right in front of him. As long as he killed the mother and son, he could force Lu Chenlong to go crazy, make Lu Chenlong crazy, reveal his true form, make him disheartened, and he had the opportunity to take office. For more than 40 years, this is the closest time he has to control his own destiny. He was unwilling to give up, and he was unwilling to be a knife in the hands of others for the rest of his life.

If he fails this time, he will never have the chance to gain himself in his life.

While retreating, the flames in my heart were burning, and a voice roared deep in my heart, "Freedom, I want freedom, I want to control my own destiny."

"Roar"! The roar in the depths of the soul finally broke through the shackles and roared out of his mouth. A mouthful of fresh air poured into his lungs again, and the desperate suffocation finally disappeared.

The old Taoist priest who was rushing forward exclaimed, stopped immediately, and stepped out seven or eight meters in an instant.

"It's a little trick, how can I do it?"

Xia Bing bit his tongue hard, and the pain gradually made him

Regained consciousness.

The gloomy and cold eyes stared at the old Taoist priest, "You will never understand how strong the desire for light and freedom is for those who have been imprisoned in the dark for the rest of their lives."

The old Taoist priest shook his head, "You have killed people for a lifetime and will never understand how powerful the power of protection will be."

Xia Bing clenched his fists and began to step forward. "The killer and the bodyguard"? "A very interesting showdown".

The old Taoist priest shook his head again, "It's justice and evil."

The momentum dissipating from Xia Bing's body rose again. "You will really die"!

The old Taoist priest's eyes slanted and waved to the dark corner of the street. "Little girl, some people say your grandfather will die."

Xia Bing's aura became stronger, and the angry flames began to burn. "If you use the same trick again, you are a master of your generation. Are you still shameless?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "I am kind to remind you, believe it or not."

Xia Bing took another step, and the cold momentum on her body rose to the extreme. "So what, really, it's just an extra corpse."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Bing's body rioted, and at a distance of more than ten meters, his fist was instantly handed to the old Taoist priest.

The afterimage flashed, and the old Taoist priest had withdrawn for more than a foot.

Xia Bing snorted coldly, hugged the street lamp post beside her with both hands, and pulled out the iron post as thick as a bowl from the concrete.

The old Taoist priest in front of him retreated a few meters again, pointed at Xia Bing and said, "I want to sue you for damage to public facilities."

Xia Bing carried the thick pillar on his shoulders, like a god of killing in the world. "I said, if you want to escape, I can't stop you, nor will I stop you. If you want to stop, you will definitely die."

The old Taoist priest cut, "You are so shameless, you are at the end of your strength after being injured."

Xia Bing shouted loudly, and the lamppost on his shoulder rushed away.

"Get out of here"!

The iron pillar blew with a whirring wind, and Xia Bing's momentum rose to its extreme.

The old Taoist priest looked solemn for the first time. It was not that he could not retreat, but that he could not. Otherwise, if Xia Bing rushed over, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The Taoist robe was flying in place, and the old Taoist priest slid his feet and soared into the air. Not only did he not retreat, but he left head-on.

His body moved slightly to the lamppost and rushed towards Xia Bing.

Xia Bing snorted coldly, and the lamppost in her hand was horizontal. The huge pillar turned in the air and hit the old Taoist priest in the chest.

The old Taoist priest bent down and turned into a bow, and his body twisted into an extremely strange curve.

As the pillar bypassed, the old Taoist priest had approached Xia Bing again.

"Looking for death"! Xia Bing shouted loudly and smashed her fist out with chills.

The old Taoist priest stepped on the lamp post.

The lamppost instantly accelerated and turned towards Xia Bing's shoulders.

Xia Bing turned a blind eye and his fist was smashed out as usual.

"Bang"! While the lamppost hit Xia Bing's shoulder, Xia Bing's punch also hit the old Taoist priest's palm.

The old Taoist priest's body breathed a thousand miles away, dissolving the power of this domineering punch, and he quickly retreated with his spare force.

When he landed, his palms were already trembling slightly.

Xia Bing showed a hideous smile on his face, and he held it at one end of the lamp post. The huge lamp post flew towards the old Taoist priest like an arrow from the string.

At the same time, his feet were flying, and his majestic body ran away with murderous aura.

"I think you can block a few punches"!

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A cruel battle is still taking place on the cold and silent streets.

Qin Feng's shoulders, fists, and eyebrow skin was ruptured and his body was covered in blood.

But he was still struck tirelessly.

After hitting Qin Feng in the forehead and forcing Qin Feng to retreat, he also stepped out a few steps.

"Your strength is increasing"!

Qin Feng gasped in heavy and thick breath, "Your momentum is weakening."

Miao Ye clenched his slightly trembling fist. Although he had the absolute advantage, he was not feeling well under the impact of Qin Feng's waves being higher than the death-lossing waves.

Qin Feng secretly accumulated strength and said coldly: "Do you know why your aura is weakening? Because your conscience is trembling, and you are in the realm of the Vajra and the extreme realm of the world's martial arts, but you have to kill a woman who is powerless and an unborn baby."

Miao Ye frowned again and his fists gradually tightened. "Don't force me to kill you."

Qin Feng mocked: "You can't kill me, and evil deeds will condemn your conscience all the time, and you cannot exert the greatest strength. And I am the guardian of justice, and will only make me stronger and stronger as I fight."

Miao Ye's heart trembled for a moment and said coldly: "The gap between you and me is irreparable."

Qin Feng did not attack immediately and said, "It can be seen that you are a person whose conscience has not been completely destroyed. Give me a chance, and please give yourself a chance."

Miao Ye frowned even deeper and said in a cold voice: "You are disturbing my mood"!

Qin Feng said coldly: "Does your actions still require me to disturb your mood? Ask yourself, does your organization really represent justice?"?

The two were talking, and dense footsteps sounded on the quiet street. They also rushed over after they saw the fire at the previous ambush.

"Brother Feng"! A group of seven or eight good players quickly approached the two.

Qin Feng did not look back and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about me, hurry up and go to rescue."

The group did not hesitate or slow down, and accelerated their pace from the side of the two.

Miao Ye did not stop them, and let the group run past them.

Qin Feng's eyes widened and walked towards Miaoye step by step. "If you have a little conscience, let me go"!

Miao Ye did not reply or move. Qin Feng's words deeply hurt his heart. He has always believed that the people in the organization are the most conscientious people. They do not care about their own interests and are only public. They are simple and frugal. Most of them take out their money to help poor people. Many people have supported students in remote areas, but he still supports the tuition and living expenses of two poor college students. He never thought that anyone would say he has no conscience.

But he didn't know how to refute it.

Is the organization wrong? No, over the years, he has witnessed the good deeds that the organization has done, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and are truly good deeds.

Is the organization wrong? How should we explain killing women and babies? Not taking care of the details for the overall situation? The necessary sacrifices? These reasons seem logically reasonable, but emotionally and psychologically, they cannot completely let him down.

If it were just Xia Bing, he would not have come this time. The reason why he came was because he knew that the old man had agreed to Xia Bing's behavior.

Miao Ye stood there motionless, as if he could not see Qin Feng coming towards him at all.
Chapter completed!