109. Confrontation
On your knees?
The corners of Ye Luo's mouth twitched, daring to make him Tianyan kneel. I have to say that this monk is very thoughtful.
"What if I don't?" Ye Luo's gaze froze, like a sharp blade.
The monk also saw Ye Luo's disdainful expression and said, "That's right, I should have thought of it a long time ago." Although Ling Feng is now old and has been seriously injured before, this does not mean that he is not an opponent of a little girl. β
The monk simply didn't bother to continue talking to Ye Luo, and said to Wang Lingfeng: "Ling Feng, you can go." Retaliate as much as you want. Half an hour should be enough time for you. β
"Whatever you want, you're welcome. "That didn't look like he was saying it to Wang Lingfeng, it was more like he was saying it to Ye Luo.
Sou.
As soon as the monk's voice landed, a pitch-black afterimage had already appeared beside him.
So fast!
The corner of the monk's mouth twitched, and the confrontation with the strong often burned a person's blood more.
"If you think about it, first ask me if I agree or not. The monk's figure was also extremely fast, and he stopped Ye Luo almost instantly.
"Don't be too naΓ―ve, if you are not completely sure, I will do this kind of thing?" The figure of the monk stopped Ye Luo in an instant.
Boom punch.
Hit it out with great momentum.
Ye Luo was in front of the monk, although he threw the next punch. But he was not relaxed, he could feel that the monk's fist was like another force, like qigong, but not like qigong.
This guy.
Ye Luo squinted, and he saw that behind the monk, there were already several corpses. Obviously, Brother Hong's mission has ended, and the monk doesn't care at all, he has already solved them.
"Come again!"
After defeating Ye Luo with one move, the monk made a provocative gesture: "Of course, if you think you can't break through me, you can also kneel down now." In this case, I can also ask Wang Lingfeng to stop. Now that the Wang family has nothing, a man can really do anything when he is cornered. What bullshit Qin family, he doesn't care about it. Monk Lang Lang smiled.
Ye Luo's eyes froze.
Let him kneel, it will never be possible!
But Qin Xiaomi can't help but save it.
The cold light flashed, and Ye Luo moved again.
"I'm still looking for death, but I know that your left arm is your fatal point. The monk roared angrily, and with the courage to pull out the mountain and cover the world, he slapped it with his hand, and a tree next to him fell in response.
Suddenly, the monk moved.
The speed of the two, in an instant, reached the same front. It was like two comets colliding at high speed in an instant, and there were gusts of cold wind in the woods around them.
After a loud bang, the trunk in the monk's hand turned directly into wood slag.
"Fighting cattle across the mountain!" The monk smiled coldly, not preparing to clash with Ye Luo head-on, before he said, "Three minutes have passed, how many more minutes do you want to drag it out?"
"What is your purpose, why are you pestering me?" Ye Luo said secretly.
"Why?" the monk sneered: "Because, anyone who knows about Nuwa's action to mend the heavens will be a doom." β
Ye Luo sighed calmly: "How many people are in your organization? Last time on the battlefield in Africa, were you the ones who attacked us?"
He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but when I asked this question, I didn't put my mind on the monk's answer.
"Well, there's no comment. The monk smiled confidently.
"Do you think you won't tell me, you can get out of here alive today?" Ye Luo frowned.
"Living? You are wrong, only those of you who are greedy for life and afraid of death will care about living! We are only born to fulfill our mission!" the monk smiled sharply, his whole face was extremely pompous.
The smile was behind, his eyebrows stood up, and a monstrous murderous aura burned up and down his body.
Ye Luo didn't leave either, and stayed where he was: "Since you don't want to live, then I'll be responsible for sending you to the West Heaven." β
After finishing speaking, Ye Luo's figure flickered.
With a bang, he appeared in front of the monk again.
The two fists met, and a powerful impact was stirred up around them.
The monk's expression was distorted, and it was obvious that he couldn't bear Ye Luo's full strength of his right fist.
"Sure enough, you have a little ability, but don't you want to save Qin Xiaomi?" The monk stepped back two meters, and a trace of bright red blood had already appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Don't save it! Guan Laozi's, Qin Tianhe's granddaughter didn't take care of himself, why should I save her?"
Besides, she is so old, let her experience two more men, and she will be less bullied in society in the future. β
Ye Luo's sudden open-mindedness directly made the monk dumbfounded.
The monk took two steps back and shouted, "You're looking for death!!"
The monk didn't expect that this guy was like a different person, and Qin Xiaomi's role in him was gone.
After the attack just now, Ye Luo had already begun to gradually figure out the monk's routine.
The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, but Ye Luo saw that the monk's attack was not a Shaolin routine at all. This guy is like a blackened domineering warrior monk. This is very similar to the person he knew at the beginning. But that person's path is a little wilder.
The peak of his eyebrows was furrowed, Ye Luo moved, and his figure came like a violent wind.
When the monk saw Ye Luo's move, he reacted almost instantaneously. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and the figure turned to the left side of his figure.
With a punch and a tiger attack, the monk used almost all his strength, the surrounding trees were trembling, and the dust on the ground was overwhelming.
Under the momentum of the wind and clouds, Ye Luo was in mid-air and suddenly changed his hand.
The monk's face was stunned, and a hint of joy flashed.
He didn't expect that Ye Luo would dare to change hands at such a time.
Fighting himself with his left hand, isn't he looking for death?
"Haha! Since you are going to die, I will fulfill you!"
The monk decided that with such a short distance and such a fast speed, it was impossible for Ye Luo to make any counterattack.
But what he didn't expect was even more.
Ye Luo also pursed his lips and smiled, as if he had successfully caught a big fish.
"It's a pity that Lao Tzu is not prepared to hide. Ye Luo suddenly roared and punched, and directly confronted the monk.
There was a loud bang, and the whole grove trembled.
The moment the monk's fist touched Ye Luo, his whole face tensed. Only then did he find out why Ye Luo was fighting against him with his left hand, it wasn't that he couldn't dodge. Rather, the strength of his left hand is so strong!
The monk thinks that his domineering Shaolin Kung Fu is invincible, and there should be no one who is his opponent in terms of strength. He is a monk, and he is a demon who kills people without blinking.
But at this moment, he obviously felt that Ye Luo's strength was like Mount Tai pressing down, completely suppressing himself, and even leaving him with no room to breathe.
"How is that possible?" The monk looked at Ye Luo in disbelief, a burst of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his heart looked like an ant crawling: "Could it be that your own information is wrong?"
Last time, when attacking, Ye Luo did flee in a hurry.
"You're no match for me. β
Ye Luo stood in front of him, suddenly like a king descending.
The fists and winds converged, and the monk's whole face pulled strangely. Eventually, the force of the punch exploded, and his feet slowly sank into the dirt.
He knew that if he continued like this, Ye Luo would suppress his strength, and he would not even be able to pull out his feet.
Even if he didn't believe it, even if he felt incredible, the monk had no choice but to slowly raise his legs in the face of the suppression of absolute power.
This lift, something big immediately happened.
The monk was able to stabilize his body, and in just an instant, he was directly beaten out by Ye Luo, and his body broke several trees, and finally fell heavily to the ground.
A mouthful of blood sprayed on the slightly yellowed leaves at the ends, and his eyes were even more incredulous.
Seeing Ye Luo slowly walking over, the monk raised his head and asked in disbelief and incredulity: "This is impossible, what the hell is going on, your left hand." β
"How could it have suddenly become so much stronger!"
The monk fell to the ground, but Ye Luo was not ready to let him go, he stomped on his arm fiercely, directly stepped on his tendons, and a smile squeezed out of the corner of his mouth: "What about your boss, I want to see him!"
"What are you kidding!" the monk smiled coldly.
"I'm never joking. Ye Luo stepped on it again and slammed it down, directly abolishing his foot.