Ling Shaofeng was once again shocked by his transformation.
His blood turned blue again, and he became a blue-blooded fanatic again. The reason why he is said to be a fanatic is because after each transformation, he becomes very bloodthirsty and kills crazily. At the same time, his strength
It also became unstoppable.
"Ah..." Ling Shaofeng shouted violently, grabbed the Taoist priest's clothes with both hands and lifted him above his head with a slight lift.
Just now, the Taoist priest was tied with Ling Shaofeng. It can be said that the two of them are on par and both are masters. But now, Ling Shaofeng is no longer the same Ling Shaofeng. The Taoist priest is like a poor lamb in front of him, and can only tremble.
, and had no power to fight back.
"Bang..." Ling Shaofeng violently threw the Taoist priest raised above his head like a sack.
The Taoist priest's body hit the ground so hard that his bones almost shattered. He grinned in pain and couldn't get up after crawling for a long time.
"Kill...kill..." Ling Shaofeng gasped and roared in a low voice. His deep voice was very penetrating, giving people a strong sense of shock and oppression.
The monk on the side was shocked. He had heard from Big Pipe that Ling Shaofeng turned into a monster while visiting a red bar. At that time, the monk didn't think so. How could a person turn into a monster? But when he saw it recently, he couldn't help but not believe it.
The scene in front of him completely shocked the monk. Is that person still Ling Shaofeng? Is he still the same Ling Shaofeng just now?
His ferocious face, eyes that glowed blue, blue hair that stood up one by one, muscles on his body that kept surging, and blue blood that kept pouring out of his back.
Blood? Blue blood?
The monk opened his eyes wide, and the beads in his hand were twirling unusually fast. It seemed that only rapid twirling of the beads could calm the shock in his heart.
Ling Shaofeng gasped for air. The burning heat almost broke through his body. Even the breath he exhaled was burning. He raised his arms and looked at his arms and chest. The muscles in his mouth were still surging.
, rolling like waves, wave after wave, he only felt infinite power surging all over his body, but this power seemed too strong, so he had to find a way to vent it, and
The way to vent is to kill people, keep killing people.
Ling Shaofeng raised his feet and walked toward the Taoist priest.
Every time he took a step forward, he made a thumping sound, as if his feet were a big mountain, and every time he stepped down, it would cause a huge shock.
The Taoist priest's eyes were filled with fear, and he looked at Ling Shaofeng who was walking toward him in disbelief.
A dangerous aura was approaching him. He concentrated all his strength and struggled to stand up. The first thing he did after standing up was to run, run quickly, to stay away from this dangerous monster.
At this time, the monk suddenly stopped twisting the beads in his hand, and then a beads was sandwiched between his thumb and middle finger. The next moment, the beads were popped out by him. The force was amazing, and the beads flew rapidly in the air.
He drew a straight line and shot towards Ling Shaofeng.
"Pfft..." The Buddha beads collided with Ling Shaofeng's body and made a dull sound, but the monk was immediately stunned because he saw that the Buddha beads did not penetrate into Ling Shaofeng's body as he imagined, causing him great harm.
Hurt, no, no harm, no harm at all. When the bead hit Ling Shaofeng's body, it was like it hit a wall. It bounced straight back. The force of the rebound was even greater than the force the monk had just ejected.
.
The monk was shocked and hurriedly turned sideways. The rebounded prayer beads flew past the place where he had just fought. The monk was so shocked that he almost broke into a cold sweat.
Ling Shaofeng turned around and looked at the monk.
The monk's heart couldn't help but tremble. Ling Shaofeng's gaze was so scary. It shone with a faint blue light in the dark night, like the gaze of a devil.
The monk couldn't help but start to retreat.
His legs even trembled a little when he stepped back.
This made the monk shocked and unbelievable. How had he, the monk, ever flinched before? He had never even met an opponent, let alone retreated. Every time, he would step on others severely and beat the opponent away.
, and this time, he actually felt like he was running away.
Just as the monk took a step back, Ling Shaofeng suddenly raised his hands and shouted loudly again, then took a step and ran towards the monk. This time he ran, and he ran very fast. The monk did not see clearly what Ling Shaofeng was doing.
Was it in front of him in the blink of an eye?
He was running so fast? Like a sudden gust of wind, he was in front of the monk in the blink of an eye.
The monk only had time to open his mouth wide, and before he could make any other movements, Ling Shaofeng grabbed his throat, and then the hand that grabbed his throat slowly lifted up, lifting the monk's body like a chicken.
He picked it up straight.
The monk punched Ling Shaofeng violently in the abdomen. Although his throat was strangled, the power of his fist could not be underestimated. But unfortunately, the punch only made a muffled sound after hitting Ling Shaofeng, and then he
The fist was bounced back.
The monk felt as if he had been hit hard by a rock. He could not do any harm to Ling Shaofeng at all. On the contrary, his fist was really sore from the shock.
The pupils of the monk's eyes had dilated to the limit. He saw Ling Shaofeng's terrifying appearance at close range. He was frightened and frightened in his heart. Moreover, Ling Shaofeng started to tighten his grip on his throat. The monk began to be out of breath, and he began to struggle.
But his struggles were in vain.
At this moment, he was like a lamb caught in the mouth of a wolf, struggling in vain.
"Bang..." Ling Shaofeng raised his hand and threw the monk he was holding hard out.
Damn it, this throw actually threw the monk about ten meters away and hit him on the road in front of the casino building.
The monk let out a scream and felt as if all the bones in his body were broken. His heart was filled with fear. He finally knew that the big pipe was not lying to him. Ling Shaofeng would really turn into a monster, a bloodthirsty monster.
A monster with shockingly powerful strength.
Escape, this was the only thought that came to the monk's mind. He didn't expect that one day he would have the feeling of running away, but he couldn't care less. Escape was the most important thing.
So the monk struggled desperately to stand up, but this time he was not as lucky as the Taoist priest just now. Before he could stand up, Ling Shaofeng was already in front of him.
The monk's mouth opened into an O-shape. Damn, Ling Shaofeng was in front of him in a blink of an eye at a distance of more than ten meters. That was a distance of more than ten meters.
After arriving in front of him, Ling Shaofeng suddenly raised his foot and stepped heavily on the monk's chest and mouth.
"Bang..." There was another muffled sound, and the monk's body, which had just straightened up a little, was stepped on. A mouthful of blood gushed out from his mouth, and his face suddenly turned ashen.
Ling Shaofeng, still panting heavily, took off his feet, then suddenly raised his right elbow and hit the monk's chest again.
"Ah..." The monk let out a scream, and a mouthful of blood spurted out again.
His eyes were wide open, but they were still.
"Bang...bang...bang..." Ling Shaofeng hit him three more times with his elbow unceremoniously. The painful look on the monk's face finally stopped, and then his head hit hard.
His eyes drooped, but his eyes were still wide open, staring at Ling Shaofeng without closing his eyes.
He died with eyes closed because he never imagined that one day his monk would be beaten to death by Ling Shaofeng.
"Ah..." Ling Shaofeng let out a loud roar again, stretched out his hand to lift the monk's body, and walked towards the fighting battlefield over there.
"Dong dong dong..." Every time he took a step, there was a thumping sound of his feet hitting the ground. It was not an ordinary shock.
In the battle circle in front of the casino building, the sound of fighting had become quieter, because those who fought were shocked by Ling Shaofeng, his roar, and the shocking sound he made when he stepped on the ground.
"Pfft..." Ling Shaofeng raised his hand and threw the monk's body towards the crowd in the battle circle.
"Ah..." At that time, several younger brothers were unable to dodge and were knocked to the ground by the monk's corpse. Then they discovered that it turned out to be the monk's corpse. Damn, the monk was their hall leader.
One of the leaders of the Seventh District of Crazy Lion Hall, a powerful monk, died unexpectedly, and he died so miserably.
"Kill, kill, kill..." Ling Shaofeng murmured and continued walking towards the battle circle.
The flashing blue light in his eyes made his vision a little blurry. He only saw many people in front of him, and what he had to do was to kill them all, kill, kill, kill...
Seeing Ling Shaofeng walking step by step, the younger brothers, whether it was the two hundred people from the Duan Gang or the one thousand people brought by the Taoist Priest of the Wild Lion Hall, were all stunned. Before they could recover,
By then, Ling Shaofeng had already arrived in front of them, stretched out his hand and broke their necks without ceremony, or lifted them above their heads like a chicken and then smashed them to the ground.
"Ah..." The crowd suddenly became confused. Everyone was shocked by Ling Shaofeng's shocking killing method.
At this time, a boy from Kuangshi Hall shouted: "Kill him, he killed Brother Monk to avenge Brother Monk..."
When he shouted like this, the boys from the Mad Lion Hall were stunned. Yes, it was the monster in front of them who killed the monk, but to avenge the monk? Do they dare? Faced with Ling Shaofeng's strength, they did not dare to step forward anymore.
"Kill..." Ling Shaofeng opened his mouth wide and let out a roar, then rushed into the crowd again, harvesting their lives as quickly as a harvester.
The two brothers Xue Ming and Xue Liang in the crowd knew that the situation was not good. Damn, the monk is dead, the Taoist priest and the big pipe have run away. If they are still hanging on here, they are courting death. So the two looked at each other and said: "Run, from now on."
The casino’s backdoor run.”
The two reached a tacit understanding, turned around, squeezed through the crowd, ran as fast as they could into the first floor of the casino, and escaped through the back door.