As Kondo Qishan raised the wooden stick in his hand, Le Pingfan suddenly found that even the air around him became a little heavy, and his body was as if it was filled with lead and it was difficult to move! Kondo Qishan's movements were very slow, as if in slow motion.
The wooden stick was raised high, and it seemed that all the energy and energy of the whole body was concentrated on the wooden stick! His eyes were slightly closed, and he began to breathe in and out...
Le Pingfan wanted to take this opportunity to attack, but his body refused to obey him anyway, as if the nerve connection had been cut off. Cold sweat began to appear on Le Pingfan's forehead, because as Kondo Qishan breathed out, Le Pingfan
The pressure on Le Fanfan is also increasing! Although Kondo Qishan's movements are very slow, every subtle movement makes the pressure on Le Fanfan increase exponentially! Le Fanfan even doubts that Kondo Qishan does not need to take action and just continues like this.
Increasing the pressure can turn his whole body into meat...
"The Lion King Sword... the first secret sword technique of Natural Rishin-ryu. Even with my talent, Kondo Qishan, I only learned it after ten years of hard training. It was the first time you appeared in the world after being lost for a hundred years. You are the first person to appear in the world as the Lion King Sword."
A sword-eater, this is the supreme honor!" Kondo Qishan's eyes suddenly opened! The expression on his face was actually a little fanatical, and he slowly took a step forward. Le Pingfan suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard, and groaned.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood...[
"You lunatic, don't just impose your own values on others. A self-righteous guy like you is really annoying." Le Pingfan stuck out his tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and sneered.
"Haha, you are still so calm when you are about to lose your life. To be honest, I admire you very much. How about this? If you quit Qise and join our Black Dragon Society, then I will not kill you and will take care of you with you.
If you train, you will definitely have a place among the top ten masters of the Black Dragon Society in the future." Kondo Qishan's hand holding the wooden stick high did not immediately chop it down, but said in a condescending tone.
"It's a pity that I don't feel honored to be appreciated by you. Although I don't have too serious prejudice against your country, I don't intend to be a traitor. I forgot who said this,
I would rather die standing than live on my knees." Le Pingfan smiled contemptuously and dismissed Kondo Qishan's invitation.
But faced with the situation in front of him, Le Pingfan had nothing to think about. The difference in strength between the two was too huge. This strength gap completely exceeded the scope that could be narrowed by some clever tricks. There is a saying in fighting arts.
As the famous saying goes, when the weight difference between the two sides reaches a certain level, any technique will be ineffective!
Le Pingfan feels like this now, although the gap between the two has nothing to do with weight...
"Hmph, what a courageous boy. Unfortunately, people with courage often don't live long. In this case, then you die!" Kondo Qishan's eyes were focused, and he raised a wooden stick with one arm and hit Le Pingfan fiercely.
Cracked down hard!
Le Pingfan instantly felt as if he was being pressed down by tens of millions of tons of weight! This Lion King sword seemed not to be a fatal move with its sharpness at all, but to directly crush people into meat patties by mobilizing the pressure of the breath to form a facial shape.