Chapter 14 The Divine Skill of the Northern Underworld

"Do you still want to continue, boy?"

"Damn, it's not over yet, I'm from the Northern Underworld Su family"

Su He covered his chest and said viciously, Wang Busi on the other side just looked at him and smiled, but this smile turned into ridicule in Su He's eyes, but soon Su He straightened his waist, he felt that the wounds in his body were already healing, and his chest was not so painful.

"Yo, how are you doing?"

"Hmph! Next is my real strength, let's feel the horror of the Northern Spiritual Skill!"

In the face of Su He's threat, Wang Busi just sat down cross-legged and supported his head with one hand

"Hurry up, there's another guy."

"Look for death!!"

Su He put his hands flat on his chest and took a deep breath

"Northern Spiritual Skill!!"

Suddenly, the air seemed to solidify, and a huge suction force was released from Su He's body, and slowly this suction force became two, three... All the way to the seventy Dao, Su He's body was surrounded by cyclones.

This huge suction force made Wang Busi's body sitting on the ground slowly move forward

"This is a person who cultivates immortals, it's really different from the ability"

Wang Busi didn't react until his body was pulled closer to ten meters in front of Su He by this suction

"Reduced to ashes!!"

Boom! Boom!

The huge explosion was followed by a burst of flames that rose to the sky, burning the ground to the ground, and the air was full of crackling sounds, even affecting the abandoned buildings behind, the outer walls were all dyed black and gray, and the intensity of the flames released by the seventy vortices on Su He's body instantly reached 2000 degrees, plus the shock wave that erupted shook the building non-stop.

Wang Busi was melted in an instant, leaving only a cloud of fly ash and the fragments of his white T-shirt.

"Huhu~~"

Su He gasped violently, and a violent feeling of fatigue hit his body

"Hehe~~ Haha, this is the consequence of looking down on me!!"

"This monster, phew!"

Su He spat at the ashes, and then took out a disc and placed it on the ground, he wanted to recover on the spot, of course he was not stupid and would not be defenseless, the ordinary protective formation still had to be arranged, as for now he could not return to the Su family immediately, his target was J but not Wang Busi.

Just as Su He swallowed an elixir again and placed the disc on the ground, a goosebump-giving sound of knife drawing sounded

Zheng!!

This knife was extremely fast, only a trace of silver knife light flashed in front of Su He's eyes, and the disc he placed on the ground had already been shattered, and Su He's reaction was not slow, and he used the little bit of true qi that had just recovered in his body to turn around with a palm, wanting to open the distance.

But the moment he turned around, he suddenly felt that all the movements were slowing down, like slow motion, the reaction speed of this palm swing should be very fast, although it was in the case of being sneak attacked, but it shouldn't take a second, but this simple action seemed to be slowed down, and Su He took three seconds as if he was stuck in the mud.

After his palm, everything seemed to return to normal speed, and Su He kept this movement of turning around and waving his palm, his pupils dilated and wanted to say something.

"Bell!"

A crisp voice sounded, like a knife into a sheath, behind Su He was J wearing a suit with a white mask printed with black J letters, a height of more than one meter and eight meters, slender fingers, a capable but powerful figure, and behind J, Su He's palm and head were cut off in unison.

"Bang! bang!"

There was a round of applause behind J

"A handsome horse, brother!"

Zheng!!

J is a bit neurotic, this should be a characteristic of every swordsman, as long as he feels threatened, he will shoot instantly, especially at this point in time when he is being hunted down by the whole city.

The knife that had just been sheathed was drawn in an instant, and the target was aimed at the head of the voice behind him.

Wang Busi reached out and grabbed J's blade, but J's knife was extremely sharp, but in an instant, half of Wang Busi's palm was cut off, but Wang Busi also dodged J's beheading, he didn't want to die again.

"Enough kid, I don't want to kill you!"

J didn't say a word and put the knife across his chest, and he didn't strike again because the man was weird.

"You're amazing."

Wang Busi looked at J, and he saw that J still couldn't let down his guard against him, so he smiled

"Don't worry, I don't have any thoughts about you, don't be so wary of me"

But J just stared at Wang Busi, he met this weird guy again, once or twice, obviously just now he saw Wang Busi burned to ashes, and now he is standing in front of him again.

"Can't be killed? impossible, there must be some way?"

Now J doesn't believe anyone except their twenty-four people. Although he didn't feel a little killing intent in Wang Busi's body.

"It's getting late"

Wang Busi glanced at the sky, the sun had slowly set, and he rarely saw sunlight here, so it seemed to be closer to night than around.

"If you don't have a place to sleep, go there!"

Wang Busi pointed to the building behind him with his thumb, and the hand he pointed to the building was the one that had just been cut off by J.

So he stretched, and just like that, he put his back on J and walked towards the building.

J didn't move while holding the knife, he also saw the palm that had just been cut off grow again, and he still remembered the way his black buddy Nick was beaten into a bloody mist by him before.

"Hey, it's going to be dark soon."

Wang Busi shrank and felt a cold wind coming, only to realize that his clothes had been burned just now.

"I'll go!"

So he quickened his pace into the building, and now he didn't care if J would sneak up or not, he had to find clothes to wear.

J slowly put down the knife in his hand, slowly put it into the sheath, and slowly walked towards the building, he could feel Wang Busi's breath on the 14th floor, although there was no malice, but he still chose not to believe him, and walked into the innermost room in the spacious lobby on the first floor of the building.

He then pulled out something similar to a siren and placed it around him, an infrared siren that could detect anyone within five meters of him in the first place, and five meters was enough for him to react and kill him.

J sat in the corner, holding the long knife in his arms, and closed his eyes, he was a light sleeper, the kind that could wake up even a dog barking far away.