Potobai, the Chen of the Twelve Earthly Branches, is known as the man whose strength and reputation are closest to the president, and he has always been able to solve it with his hands, so he won't talk too much nonsense, and in short, he is a downright action powerhouse.

The aura emerged layer by layer on Potoby's body, forming waves and textures, as if the petals of the flowers were stacked on top of each other when the buds were in full bloom.

Boom!

There was a sudden crackle in the foothold, and when the sound rang out, Potoba disappeared.

In the air, there was an indescribable pressure on his face, and the next moment, Potoba came to March with absolute confidence, and with the help of the power generated by the momentum, poured into his strong arm.

The reason for the hot pursuit, although most of it may have originated with Law, does not mind taking out a member of the Phantom Brigade first.

With the sound of an explosion, the huge fist pointed at March's face without any pity

March's pupils narrowed, his muscles tensed subconsciously, and when the other party was coming quickly and ruthlessly, he did not choose to dodge hastily, but crossed his arms and crossed his face.

"The right response, but to no avail. ”

Potobai always paid attention to Luo's side, and his fist momentum remained unchanged.

At that moment, March made a chest expansion movement, causing her crossed arms to slam open, revealing a large empty door.

"Oh?"

The lightning change has not allowed both sides to think more.

The fist went through March's arms, and was about to bombard his face when it was blocked by a net.

It was March's thread, wrapped around his hands, weaving a dense net that could jam his fist, but not completely dissolve the power.

Seeing this, the corners of Potobai's mouth suddenly grinned in an exaggerated arc.

Little one, you've made a mistake.

The telekinesis on the fist was like boiling water, and the tumbling vibration was inexplicably extended, passing through the net, and rushing straight to March's face.

March's face changed, and she jerked her head back, avoiding the long-running rush of thoughts.

Rumble!

March's body trembled, his ears made a severe tinnitus sound, his nasal passages were slightly hot, and fluid flowed out.

Distribute more than 50% of your mental power to your hands to increase your defense, and distribute some of your mental power to your feet to increase your grip.

In such a situation, in a hurry, the remaining mental power is distributed on the face.

This is the limit of what any telepathic can do, but there are still many risks when the enemy's abilities are unknown.

After injuring March, Potoba had two options at this moment, one was to ignore Luo's potential threat and take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill March first, or the other was to take advantage of it and retreat.

Between the lightning and flint, he did not hesitate and chose the first one.

Because, in a brief exchange, he admitted the threat of March.

The plan to feign defense, but in fact to limit his mobility, was formed in less than a second after his sudden attack, which shows that March's fighting mind should not be underestimated.

In the end, being able to dodge his "shock fist" at such a short distance, and also allocate telekinesis in time to defend, can see the approximate strength level of March.

Based on the emphasis, Potobay took the risk and instead of using his left arm, he pressed down on his right arm, which was trapped in the net.

Nian Bo, which extended from his right fist, followed the downward pressure of his arm, and headed towards March's face, neck, and chest.

It has to be said that after Potobay made his choice, he did take into account Luo's threat, so he always kept his left arm in a state of readiness to defend against Luo in the left direction.

Potobhai was confident in his power and speed, a confidence he had cultivated over fifty years of immersion in martial arts.

It can't be said that his choice was wrong, it can only be said that he didn't have a clear enough understanding of Luo's strength.

Luo moved, in fact, at the same time that Potobai just made the action of pressing down on his right arm, Luo moved.

At that moment, an inexplicable torrent pierced Potoby's thoughts, which was the most accessible warning of danger.

But Potobay did not waver, following his original thoughts, raising his left arm, like an old urchin fighting left and right, ready to kill March with one hand and suppress Luo's edge with the other.

Three feet away, that's enough.

Potobhai thought.

A long knife suddenly appeared on Luo's right hand, completing the three-foot distance that Potobhai had identified.

Under the daylight, the light of the knife flashed by.

Potobai's left arm was easily cut off.

At the same time, a wave of telekinesis penetrated the soil, like electric waves, flowing under March's feet.

With a thud, the impact from the ground beneath his feet shook March backwards, avoiding Potobai's telekinesis that extended from his right fist.

The unexpected change made Potoby's muscular face tremble slightly.

The vibrational nature of the thought wave bombarded the ground, and with the roar, the ground cracked inch by inch, and a wave of air burst out, sweeping the surrounding things in.

As soon as March, who had been shaken back some distance, stopped, he was pushed out by this wave of air.

A large amount of smoke and dust swept into the sky, engulfing the figures of Potobai and Luo in the blink of an eye.

After Marche landed, she endured the effects of tinnitus and got up from the ground, looking at the smoke and dust that spread out with concern.

Blood was gushing from her ears and nose, and she was clearly avoiding the thought, but she didn't know how it was hurt.

After a few moments, the smoke cleared.

Potobay kept his right fist to the ground, motionless as the rusty tip of the knife rested against his neck.

In battles between those who have the ability to read, they often make one wrong step and fall into an irretrievable abyss.

When the level of the person is higher, it is easier to magnify a little mistake.

"You've picked the wrong target. ”

Luo raised his knife against Potoba's vital point, and with his right foot, he stomped Potoba's severed left arm on the ground, and his tone was slightly cold.

The robe on his body was shattered by the wave of qi just now, and if it weren't for the mental protection, he should have been injured to a certain extent.

However, even if he will get hurt, he will choose to resist the damage hard to set up the victory.

Potobhai was silent, he could clearly feel the presence of his left arm, and even if he didn't look at it, he could know that the telekinesis in his left arm had been peeling off.

It's not just your hands that you can peel off the enemy's mental power, and now Luo can also complete the operation with his feet.

He stepped on Potobí's severed arm, and with a strong gesture, he kept depriving him of his mental power, strangling Potobí's "shocking" threat in the cradle.

There is no doubt that this is a thorough general.

March wiped the blood from his face, his eyes showed murderous intent, and he gathered his mental power, ready to cooperate with Luo to kill this man.

At the critical moment of the situation, Potobey did not change his face, but he was unwilling in his heart.

Being a general without even exerting 50% of his strength is a very unwilling reality for any martial artist.