The god of death burst into laughter, spread his legs and raised his arms, and actually made a Tai Chi starting move.

Yang Luo's figure rushed up like lightning, raised his legs and buckled it towards the neck of the god of death. The strong wind blew up the god of death's clothes.

"Bang!"

Yang Luo's feet were squeezing against the neck of the God of Death. The God of Death shook his shoulders. Yang Luo's body flew into the air and rotated 360 degrees in the air. His muscles were strangely undulating. He stretched his right arm and clenched his fists straight into the chest of the God of Death. His fist cut through the air and brought a hot air flow, and the sound of wind and thunder came faintly.

"Bang!"

His fist hit the chest of Death. He saw that Death's chest contracted, and then he thrust his chest. Yang Luo's body flew backwards again and landed on the ground with a pounce.

At this time, the blood angel, ghost fox, scorpion and others rushed over, and the fist and wind shaved their legs together.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

The fists and feet were connected, and the sound of the collision between the flesh was like a muffled thunder in the clear sky, with endless bangs. The figures flashed very quickly, and a strong wind blew around them, rolling up sand and stones on the ground, covering the sky and the sun.

It seemed like a moment, as if it was a century, I heard a few muffled groans and scolds. More than a dozen figures flew backwards like flowers scattered by the heavenly women, and blood was scattered in the air, and more than a dozen people fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Luo got up on the ground in a mess, his throat sweetened, and he forced himself to swallow the blood he was about to vomit.

The Blood Angels stood up with each other, with blood stains hanging on the corners of their mouths.

This round of collision, the god of death was not very good. The clothes on his body were already broken. After being punched by Yang Luo with all his strength, his chest was swollen, injured, and blood was hanging on the corner of his mouth. His face was also blue and purple, and some parts were even broken. I don’t know how many feet and fists he had hit on his face.

Yang Luo shook his numb right arm and said with a hoarse voice: "How are you?"

The Blood Angel said calmly: "It's okay!"

Yang Luo looked at her, nodded, and then looked at the others, Ghost Fox, Wu Ke and Wu Xu, standing there with each other, with their hair disheveled and pale faces, obviously very hurt.

"You three have a break and leave it to us next."

Nangong Feng, Scorpion and others limped to Yang Luo, Nangong Feng rolled his throat and said, "Damn it, you really can't beat Xiaoqiang."

Yang Luo looked at the god of death and grinned, "I have to say, you are indeed very perverted. The punch I used with all my strength to just cause you a little bit of minor injuries. However, the feeling of group fights is not good."

The murderous intent in the eyes of Death God became stronger and stronger. He ignored the wounds in his chest and just raised his hand to touch his face. What he cared about the most was this face, but he could not have imagined that the other party was so despicable and greeted his face specifically. It was a little swollen now, so how could he not be angry?

"You all have to die!"

No one noticed that at the entrance of the alley on the west side, Dai Enen and Song Wei hid in the corner and looked at this place with a nerd head.

"Oh! Sister Eun, find a way quickly. Yang Luo and the others can't beat that monster." Song Wei's little girl was a little anxious and said in a whisper, holding Dai Enen's hand.

Dai Enen's eyes rumbling, then she lay in Song Wei's ear and muttered.

Song Wei lit his head with an excited light on his face. He opened the small bag on Dai Enen's back, took out something inside, and wrote it tightly in his hand. Then the two little girls stepped onto the motorcycle parked beside him.

Four people stood on the roof of a house not far away. The oldest was in his fifties, with gray hair and the youngest was in his forties. They were all wearing Tang suits and looked at the god of death with a serious expression.

The middle-aged man in his forties said, "What kind of kung fu is he practicing? It's simply invulnerable to swords and guns."

An old man with a little slim figure frowned and said, "It seems that he softens Tai Chi, Jiu Ji Jitsu, Yoga, and bone shrinkage, and forms a unique line."

A tall old man nodded and said, "It is incredible to be able to train all the bones, joints and muscles of the body to this level. But I think his practice must have internal injuries. Maybe he hasn't noticed it now, but it will definitely explode in a few years. Even if no one kills him, he will not live to be fifty years old."

The thin old man said, "I guess it will take a lot of effort for the four of us to join forces to kill him."

The tall old man said, "If you can't kill him, just entangle him, let the young master and the others leave, and then contact the masters in the gang. You must kill him and never let him live."

The short middle-aged man said, "Young Master and the others are very hurt. If they are fighting, the consequences will be unpredictable. Let's go down."

The other three nodded and were about to set off when the tall old man waved his hand: "Wait!" Then all four of them looked west.

The murderous aura on the body of the god of death was boiling, pressing towards Yang Luo and the others as if he was about to take action. Just as he wanted to do it, the roar of a motorcycle suddenly came from behind him. It was not long, and two snow-white headlights shone through the dark curtains, illuminating the surroundings as bright as daytime.

"I'm here!" Dai Enen's scream sounded, and in the blink of an eye, a four-tire motorcycle, a very special motorcycle parked not far away. Dai Enen and Song Wei jumped out of the car, and then walked over with a smile.

When the two girls came to the God of Death, they stood there and looked up and down at him, then looked at Yang Luo and the others.

Dai Enen took out the lollipop in her mouth and stuck out her tongue and licked it with great pleasure.

"Yang Luo, so many of you can't beat this foreign devil?"

The ghost fox was a little anxious and shouted weakly: "You two come here quickly." After that, he was about to rush forward, but Yang Luo grabbed him and said softly: "Don't be anxious, this girl is very terrifying. There is probably no one in this world who can make her suffer losses."

Dai Enen held the lollipop and looked at the god of death again. Suddenly, she screamed and said excitedly: "You are so handsome!" After that, she raised the lollipop, "Handsome brother, I'll give you a lollipop!"

The God of Death looked at Dai Enen and Song Wei coldly. In his eyes, there was no distinction between beautiful and ugly men and women, only dead people and living people.

"Little girl, you are so beautiful, why bother to come and die?"

Dai Enen smiled and stretched out her slender finger and shook it, "I can defeat you with just one finger, do you believe it?"

Hearing Dai Enen's words, Nangong Feng's expression was strange, and his body couldn't help but shivered. Yang Luo's eyes narrowed, and suddenly remembered Dai Enen's secret weapon, and laughed.

"You can still laugh? Yes, they are very dangerous, let them come over quickly." The ghost fox said angrily.

Yang Luo whispered: "Dai Enen has a secret weapon, but he just doesn't know whether it works for the god of death."

"What secret weapon?" asked Ghost Fox in confusion.

Yang Luo shook his head: "You will know in a while." After saying that, his body suddenly tensed up, and he was ready to take action as quickly as possible if Dai Enen's things didn't work, so as not to kill Dai Enen.

Death frowned, but he could not feel any danger in Dai Enen. He was just an ordinary person.

"A girl who doesn't know how to live or die, since you want to die, I will fulfill you." After saying that, a ferocious sneer was sneered, and his five fingers were like hooks, slowly snatching Dai Enen's neck. In his eyes, Dai Enen was not even an ant, and he could easily pinch the snow-white little neck with two fingers.

Dai Enen's fingers gently tapped the hand of Death God, and time seemed to be still. Dai Enen raised her head and looked at Death God. She saw that Death God was stiffening there, her face was strange, her eyes widened, and then she roared wildly, flew back, stepped on the ground with her feet and steadily, and her body was still shaking slightly.

Everyone except Yang Luo and Nangong Feng were stunned. Whether they knew the little girl or not, the god of death attacked her just now, everyone was finished secretly. This was the battle between the ant and the elephant, and the little girl was dead. But the next development was beyond their expectations. Looking at Dai Enen's petite body and the slender fingers as thin as green, it would probably break when touched. It actually pushed the god of death back so lightly, and the god of death seemed to have suffered a great loss.

"Fuck! What kind of kung fu is this?" said the mad bull incredibly.

The Blood Angel and the Ghost Fox all looked at Yang Luo, their eyes full of confusion.

Yang Luo smiled and relaxed his tense body: "You can ask that little girl later."

The four people standing on the roof were also stunned. The middle-aged man's face kept changing. "What kind of skill did that little girl use? She forced the god of death back with one finger. This is too evil."

The tall old man said, "No matter how I think of that girl, it's really hard to understand."

The other two looked at Dai Enen thinking.

Dai Enen exclaimed, looked at his fingers, and then looked at the god of death, "You can actually resist my yang finger and nothing happens. No wonder Yang Luo and others can't beat you."

Hearing Dai Enen say something about Yiyang fingers, the muscles on Nangong Feng's face twitched and muttered: "Isn't she fighting a cow across the mountain? Why did she become Yiyang fingers?"

Yang Luo said: "Idiot, you believe her words too. Today she said it was a one-yang finger, tomorrow she would say it was the eighteen dragon-subduing palms, and the day after tomorrow it would become the six-mechanical divine sword..."

The four people standing on the roof vaguely heard Dai Enen's words and frowned. The short middle-aged man said, "Yiyang Finger? Is there really a legendary magical power in this world?"

The old man tall shook his head: "Impossible, there is no one-yang finger."

"But this is too strange." The short middle-aged man looked at Dai Enen with a suspicious look.

Another middle-aged man said, "Is it a special ability?"

The thin old man said: "Although I have never seen special abilities, they do exist, and only this explanation can work."

The tall old man said, "Whether it is the Yiyang Finger or the special abilities, the little girl is even more evil than the God of Death. After returning, she notify her disciples to hide as far as she sees that girl."

The god of death's eyes flashed with blue light, and there was a hint of excitement besides murderous aura, "Is Yiyang Finger your Chinese Kung Fu? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Dai Enen looked at the God of Death with big eyes and blinking, and suddenly giggled, "I can also know the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, which is even more powerful than the One Yang Finger. Do you want to try it?" After saying that, he raised his hand, and the God of Death's face changed, and a shadow passed through the air in his body, avoiding the finger that Dai Enen pointed at him.

"Hihe..." Dai Enen laughed again, "I'm so funny, I scared you. I'm so timid that I actually ran to China to kill people."
Chapter completed!