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Chapter 264, runaway, ghost doll (4)

Rampage, ghost doll 4

Di Cheng's deep pupils condensed slightly, and a little bit of light flowed, and the sharp aura burst out of the body. The human emperor's aura that had been gathering momentum for a long time exuded frightening power, and the whole person was like an unsheathed ice sword, chilling.

Stirring, sharp and bone-piercing.

He is not good at assassinations and counterattacks, not to mention that his opponent is an emperor-level warrior, but this does not hinder his fighting spirit. He has long wanted to experience the speed of the Wind Shadow to see what qualifications he has to be called the fastest in the world.

one!

"Ya Ya, help me tonight..." Di Cheng hugged Ya Ya, stroked his short hair, and whispered softly.

Yaya looked at Di Cheng steadily, without words or expressions, but after a moment of silence, she curled up slightly and leaned lightly into Di Cheng's arms. Her eyes slowly closed, covering her dead pupils, like a delicate baby.

Sleeping soundly under the comfort of loved ones.

However……

The delicate body like magnetic jade was trembling slightly in "sleep", and the soft limbs were tightening little by little, especially the fingertips of both hands, which were stiff and clasped like eagle talons, and an unprecedented cold aura spread outwards.

, there was still a faint smell of fresh blood, and even Di Cheng, who was holding him, felt that his aura was disturbed.

Cold! Resentment! Coldness! It becomes a thick and dangerous aura!

The breathing of the two people gradually became slower and deeper, and the sharp and gloomy breath spread outwards in the entanglement, completely encompassing the surrounding environment.

When fighting against Nakamura Yuzawa, you don’t need to expect any shocking duel or gorgeous collision, let alone a head-on confrontation or a competition of moves. As an international peak killer and the master of speed in today’s world, Nakamura Yuzawa and Hua Nongying

Those who admire them all are sure to kill with one hit!

Clean and neat, without any delay! Don’t waste any shot, and every shot will definitely achieve the desired effect!

To outsiders, "assassination" may be a despicable method that is disgusting and hateful. But in the hands of some people, it has become an art, an art that shocks the world, and becomes a nightmare and a devil in the hearts of others.

Di Cheng did not dare to be careless in the slightest, and tried his best to relax and feel the fluctuations in the surrounding aura.

Nakamura Yuze did not appear again after disappearing, but Di Cheng firmly believed that he would never leave just now. He must be hiding somewhere at this moment, quietly watching him, waiting for the right hunting opportunity.

The tense atmosphere circulated in the air, gathering more and more like catkins, almost freezing the space. It was as if the whole world had fallen into silence, everything had disappeared, and only they were left alone to face the darkness in loneliness.

I don't know since when, some beads of sweat appeared on Di Cheng's forehead, wiped his cheeks and slid down silently, accumulated on his chin, and finally dripped quietly.

Poof! The beads of sweat collided with the branches, making an almost faint and inaudible sound. But in the current environment, it was no less than a dull drum, beating heavily in the solidified aura, causing obvious ripples.

Di Cheng didn't dare to move or get distracted. He waited vigilantly and suppressed the power that was about to burst out.

As time went by, Di Cheng's calm breathing began to fluctuate slightly. He had to admit that this seemingly calm confrontation was actually more physically demanding, more energy-consuming, and more testing a person than a fierce fight.

psychological quality.

But you must not be irritable or impatient at this time, let alone act blindly, otherwise once a flaw is exposed, death will be waiting for you.

Unknowingly, fifteen minutes passed, and Nakamura Yuze never showed up. Di Cheng and Yaya showed no signs of letting up. If they were willing, the confrontation could even be postponed until dawn or dark!

However, while waiting quietly, Di Cheng also gradually tried to change his situation, from passive waiting to active search, and was lucky enough to find several suspicious places.

When he was unprepared, Di Cheng did not dare to boast that he could catch Nakamura Yuze, but when he was fully alert, he had great confidence!

When Di Cheng and Nakamura Yuze were confronting each other, Yang Jing and the others, hundreds of meters away, finally met the enemy they were expecting!

A roar mixed with endless violence rolled across the battlefield, accompanied by abnormal chaos and screams, faintly overwhelming all the shouts and cries, and also attracted the attention of many people.

"Northeast!" Yang Jing, Tu Qingcang, Mei Yan, and Fang Zhongshou all turned their attention to the northeast at almost the same time.

The weird and sharp roar sounded again, and the screams continued one after another. I wonder if it was a psychological effect. The roar was like a drum leading the battle, arousing the restless fighting spirit in their hearts, as if calling them!

"Let's go!" Yang Jing's eyes suddenly lit up, he shouted, jumped down from the tree, and rushed forward with a tungsten stick. Tu Qingcang finally looked to the northeast, and his majestic body crashed to the ground, greeting Xue

The lion followed.

During the rapid running, the roars became clearer and clearer, and the screams became more and more obvious. The chaotic scene could almost be imagined in the mind. Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang's eyes were wide open, their expressions were ferocious, and their manic fighting spirit was like

It erupted like a volcano, ignoring the broken wood, ignoring the fire, ignoring interception, and ignoring all obstacles along the way, and moved forward, pointing directly to the northeast!

The momentum is like a rhinoceros going crazy.

In just a few minutes, they rushed madly across hundreds of meters and arrived at the edge of the battlefield. The light here was slightly dim, and there was no gunfire conflict. It should have been relatively quiet, but the intensity of the scene was far greater than any area inside the battle circle.

At this moment, dozens of members of the Black Arms were roaring fiercely, waving iron bars and charging fiercely, like a pack of hunting wolves, with wild momentum, rushing forward one after another!

Faced with the impact of this elite black force, the crazy waving of dozens of fine steel rods, and the terrifying momentum of the ferocious blood demon, I am afraid that everyone has to weigh their courage and strength, otherwise they will plunge headlong into it.

If you go in, you will probably turn into a puddle of meat sauce immediately.

But the situation at the scene was exactly the opposite. Seven or eight Heiwu members roared and blasted them, but the next second they were thrown back screaming, and another five or six Heiwu members were tumbling and bombarding them in the air, but with the same force.

The result was that it was thrown away miserably, accompanied by shrill screams and scarlet blood.

There were more than a dozen tattered corpses on the messy and chaotic site, with their heads cracked and internal organs leaking out, as if they had been torn into pieces alive by some kind of wild beast. They were bloody and cruel, and the stench was overwhelming, strongly irritating people's eyes and stomach.

On the edge of the battlefield, there were many Yakuza members and people from the Soul Burial Force, but no one came to support them. Instead, they stared blankly at the killing in front of them, looking at the beast-like figure, and felt a sense of fear.

The movement trembles in my heart.

"Black troops, get out of my way!!" With a thunderous roar, Yang Jing rushed towards him with fierce steps, using the momentum of his forward momentum to leap into the air, and the tungsten metal stick in his grasp wrapped around him like a mountain roaring tsunami.

With a manic momentum, he walked directly into the battle circle six meters away.

Commander? Familiar voice, familiar momentum! The members of the Black Martial Arts were ecstatic, and hurriedly stopped their forward momentum, dodged to the side, and revealed the black-robed figure inside.

Huh? The black-robed man who was killing wantonly frowned slightly, but his evil intention remained undiminished, and his offensive was not weak. He moved around while tumbling, and accurately intercepted the direction of Yang Jing's attack. His knees were slightly curled, and he tumbled violently, reacting,

Speed, as fast as lightning; attack, soar into the air, as wild as an animal.

In mid-air, his body was tumbling, and he suddenly hit Yang Jing with a sweep of his legs, directly hitting Yang Jing's lower abdomen!

The whole process happened in seconds, a series of afterimages were still staying along the way, and the impact had successfully hit.

Bang!! The toes collided with the abdominal muscles, erupting like a collision of rocks. The manic power was like a rushing flood, whistling and tumbling, focusing on Yang Jing's lower abdomen, and then swept through most of his body.

Yang Jingru was struck by lightning, and his wild momentum was stopped on the spot. His stomach was churning, his blood flowed backwards, and his heart was strongly impacted. Thick blood spurted out! His majestic figure of more than 300 kilograms was thrown away so hard.

"Back off!!" The dull roar sounded again, and Tu Qingcang appeared next to the black-robed man as if he was crossing space. The timing was just right at the moment when the opponent's "offensive had just fallen and it was difficult to continue", and the iron fists pierced by fine steel were all over the place.

It tore out an ear-piercing whistling energy and headed straight for the head of the man in black robe.

At the same time, Meiyan flew into the air and passed by the man in black robes. The puppet that was following closely suddenly rushed towards him under the control of the silk thread. With the short movement of Meiyan's right arm, the puppet's right hand suddenly flew.

Shoot, stabbing hard into the lower abdomen of the man in black robe.

The two complement each other perfectly! Wild and vicious, they complement each other!

A sudden attack, a swift attack, appearing next to the man in black robe in an instant!

There is no way to avoid it!

However……

At this critical moment, the body of the man in black robe was tumbling incredibly violently, as if he had anticipated their appearance, had been preparing, and had been waiting.

This feeling is weird and awkward, but it really appears, in this one hundredth of a second...

break out!!!

Flip your upper body, avoid the iron fist, put your right hands together, shoot fiercely, spin your lower body, flip your feet, and impact suddenly!

A series of dazzling attacks, a series of misty and blurry afterimages, and a series of overbearing and powerful attacks, together create a shocking visual impact, and the results!

Tu Qingcang and the puppet were injured at the same time, following Yang Jing's footsteps, and were thrown away in embarrassment.

The three gate gods jointly attacked, but the final result was a collective defeat!

Its emotions and scenery shock the soul!

"Ah!!" The man in black robe suddenly landed on the ground, clenched his arms, shook violently in the air, raised his head high, his eyes were scarlet, and he looked up to the sky and let out an extremely manic and sharp roar!

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