"Really?" Chen Zun first took a few steps back, looked coldly for a moment, and then rushed forward again: "I can also let you experience the feeling of death!"
The leg shadow attacked, running like thunder, and the kicking right foot went straight to Tu Qingcang's face. Pao-shu_ba.8.) The impact beyond the limit was harder, faster, and more fierce than before!
Bang!! Tu Qingcang intercepted it with all his strength, and with the help of this wild power, he jumped up and retreated quickly.
"There are many people who can defeat me, but you... are not among them!" Chen Zun shouted loudly, forgetting the pain, abandoning scruples, using body and leg skills, palm skills, and boxing skills to continuously impact, and his life-long strength was at the moment of life and death.
The most perfect release.
"I, Tu Qingcang, have ended too many impossible situations. Today... count you among them!" Tu Qingcang's fighting spirit was overwhelming and his evil intentions were overwhelming. For the first time after leaving Hulunbuir, he unleashed all his strength without reservation.
Seeing Tu Qingcang entering the state, Di Cheng finally withdrew his gaze. Chen Zun was proficient in various secret arts, with a variety of moves and unparalleled tyranny, but after all, his physical condition was limited, and Tu Qingcang, a fighting machine, should be qualified to do his final job.
His opponent could not be wronged in his glorious life.
Temporarily no longer paying attention to Chen Zun, Di Cheng turned his attention to the surrounding battlefield and these mysterious white-clothed masked men.
The situation has changed slightly now. After suffering several big losses, the brothers of the Eight Tribes gradually found a way to deal with it. With the strong attacks of Meiyan, Zhou Shaohua and Ye Wantong, the passive situation was gradually reversed.
When I came back, I wasn't as embarrassed as before.
But Di Cheng's expression was a little solemn. The movement skills of this group of people were so light and mysterious that it was amazing. They were somewhat similar to Long Er's light skills, but they were not the same. Compared to Long Er, they were a little bit weaker.
Tricky is not focused on attacking and killing, but is more gorgeous and flexible.
The very obvious feature is that... their routines and feelings are exactly the same. In other words, they learn from the same person, or they come from a certain sect.
The secret troops in Qinwu Pavilion? This is not impossible, but is it necessary to wear masks? If it is not a special habit, it should be because they do not want people to know their true identity.
Is it true that my previous suspicions are true? They come from...
Di Cheng's appearance flashed uncertainly for a few times, and his eyes swept across the small battlefields in the audience. After careful observation and identification, he stepped forward and walked unhurriedly towards the most agile man in a white mask.
When she went there, he noticed that several mysterious people nearby were glancing in her direction from time to time, a bit nervous.
If the guess is correct, her status should not be too low!
It’s you!
Di Cheng locked on to the figure, hid in the darkness silently, climbed to the top of the tree nimbly, jumped carefully among the branches, and appeared in the area above her in a short time.
After waiting for a moment again, he saw the right moment and suddenly fell to her side without making any sound.
At this time, she was entangled with four Yasha members. Her body was fluttering and flying like a colorful butterfly. She looked calm and calm in the face of the fierce and powerful attack knife screen. She could not hurt her opponent, but the opponent could not even think of hurting her. The situation was
So awkward and stuck.
It's just that Di Cheng appeared without any warning and completely broke the situation!
"Miss, be careful!" Not far away, a masked man in white suddenly shouted a warning. He was stabbed abruptly and rushed to the rescue with all his strength. At the same time, two more people looked at each other and struggled to break away from their opponents. They could not hide their nervousness.
Running towards here.
But before he reached the halfway point, his pupils dilated and his mind was shaken. He stared blankly ahead, and a drop of cold sweat slipped down his forehead.
"Little girl, what's your surname?" Di Cheng whispered and sneered, his right hand flew into the air like an eagle's claw, and silently clasped on the neck of the man in the white mask.
The girl's delicate body suddenly tensed up, her swaying eyes showed tension and fear, and she could not hide her doubts. She clearly didn't feel anyone approaching, she was clearly trying to dodge, and she was clearly...
How is it possible? How could she be controlled inexplicably? She wanted to look back and see who it was, but the power he grasped without mercy forced her to stay where she was, enduring the pain and not daring to do anything else.
"Dicheng, let her go!!" The three people who were trying to rescue jumped up as if they had been stepped on, pointing at Dicheng and shouting angrily.
Di Cheng slowly increased his strength with his right hand, clasping the girl's throat tightly, and turned his eyes to them: "I remember when we were on the train, I gave you the opportunity to report your registration number and identity, but some people seemed not to take advantage of it.
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"If you let her go, I...I, I...I'll tell you right away!" The man seemed to have made a lot of determination, but then added: "I will only tell you!"
"Haha, you only have one chance, it's too late! Besides, with her here, I have plenty of ways to pry open this little mouth." Di Cheng chuckled softly, with a cold light in his eyes, and suddenly released his right hand, turning it into a palm from his claws, without waiting.
The girl seized the opportunity to escape and slashed her neck with a hand knife, knocking her out on the spot.
The four Yasha members rushed up and controlled her tightly, with four steel knives stuck in her white neck in a slit shape.
"You are looking for death!!" the man shouted angrily again.
"Huh! It's not me who dies, it's you." Di Cheng snorted coldly, a sharp light flashed in his expression, and then he shouted loudly: "No more prisoners, kill! Leave no one behind!"
"That's what I've been waiting for!!" Zhou Shaohua roared suddenly, stomped his feet, and moved firmly. His right hand was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, "biting" the opponent's shoulder fiercely. Before, he just wanted to capture him alive, but his offense was somewhat lacking.
He was so restrained that he didn't dare to use harsh measures. But now...
The five fingers of his right hand suddenly exerted force and exploded with force, thrusting into his shoulder and forcefully snapping his arm out of the joint.
Click! The sound of dislocation, accompanied by the squeezing of muscles, the pain and injuries, all make the opponent's body stiff for a moment.
Zhou Shaohua was unyielding. He grabbed the man's shoulder with his right hand and pulled him violently in front of him. At the same time... his left hand turned into a palm and slashed hard at the right side of the opponent's throat like a sword, breaking his spine on the spot.
Cut it off and the life will disappear.
Fierce, domineering, ruthless in attack, simply
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