Middle finger?

Chen Shaoyong lowered his head, couldn't see any expression, and lit a cigarette casually, and the spark went out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He was thinking.

The dreadlocked, dark-skinned man across the road seemed to be holding himself back. The gunshots just now...... Their target is Xiao Song? So is it too late for him to go over now?

From the headset of the Golden Skull sticker, a fast-paced drum beat can be heard......

This is the clothes rubbing! The figure of the little dreadlocks crossed the road like a cheetah!

I also ran a red light!

The sprint speed of pure body power bursts out, but it is dazzling fast!

On the road, several cars that were about to pass through this intersection braked urgently, and the sound of rapid braking became the background sound of the little dreadlocks raising their legs and kicking!

Squeak -

The action does not need to be slowed down, the ferocity of the high kick can only be reflected by the speed of the streamer!

Without any fancy, pure strength and speed, his calf swept towards Chen Shaoyong's temple. It seems that the next frame is the picture of an uncle with a cigarette in his mouth and his head down, and his head turns into a broken watermelon!

Disheveled!

Whose arm was that? blocked Chen Shaoyong's shoulder, and forcibly stopped this kick!

This angle...... It can only be Chen Shaoyong himself!

It appears to be a direct collision between bones and bones, but there is no sound of bone cracking. This leg, this arm, is made of steel and iron!

The arm did not move, the uncle's body did not shake, only a light breeze brought up by the abrupt kick, and the end of the cigarette was slightly shiny......

"Hmph," Chen Shaoyong raised his head slightly, with these sneers on the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were a little serious.

The little pigtail kept kicking, and he seemed a little stunned...... But his body's reaction is extremely fast, which is a fighting instinct that has been tempered from repeated physical combat.

Remove!

The pigtailed man backsomewed to the side, dodging what was supposed to be the waste uncle's punch in front of him, the thread of the headset was shaking, and there was no mud or water in the slightest.

The moment I stood on the ground with one hand, my legs began to beat gently again. Only this time, there was already a little vigilance in the eyes of this little dreadlock, and there was no contempt for sending the middle finger just now.

The fist wind just now blew his face a little painfully.

A few cars parked on the side of the road forgot to drive or get out of the car, and they were all staring at the street in amazement...... This sudden outbreak of fighting.

These two people, what, what's the situation.

Suddenly...... Bang bang bang!

There was a series of gunshots in the park, Chen Shaoyong raised his eyebrows, and immediately judged that Song Shijing should still be alive. The uncle raised his foot and was about to run across the road, but the little pigtails rushed from his side and quickly rushed again.

Whip Legs!

How many times does it take to practice this leg kick so beautifully? The sense of power contained in it is a kind of aesthetic in itself!

"Don't get in the way, bastard!"

Chen Shaoyong scolded with a cigarette in his mouth, a little impatient between his eyebrows.

With his left hand open, he grabbed directly at the calf that was thrown at him, and his movements were neat and fast......

The little pigtail smashed into Chen Shaoyong's palm, and Chen Shaoyong's palm immediately closed. But the little pigtail took advantage of this support to jump sideways, and kicked Chen Shaoyong's chest with the other leg.

This scene is like a fast-legged battle against Iron Fist in an arcade game!

When the little pigtail's leg was imprinted on Chen Shaoyong's chest, the big hand holding his calf had already burst out with fierce power! Chen Shaoyong's arm swung violently, throwing the little pigtail's body directly out, smashing the garbage bin on the side of the road.

Chen Shaoyong didn't like to fight, he raised his head and ran to the sidewalk, and the vehicles on the street were all stationary at this time.

He wasn't running fast, at least not as fast as that little dark-skinned dreadlock. But he ran with all his might, and his face was completely different from the shameless appearance of eating and drinking before......

Serious and cold.

Whoosh, there was another sound of rapid running behind him.

Chen Shaoyong glanced back, and the little dirty pigtail rushed up intact and kicked his back in a row.

Had to turn around and deal with it, in the middle of the road, right on the zebra crossing...... Arm resistance, fist bang!

The little dreadlocks are no longer hard to hit, they completely rely on their own speed to dodge flexibly, keep their bodies balanced with both hands, sweep, kick, hook with their legs, and attack!

The aunt who was shopping for vegetables on the side of the road and went home fell to the ground with the vegetable bag in her hand, completely unaware of it......

Several cars stuck in traffic watched dumbfounded, and no one honked their horns......

The feeling of punches and legs colliding, punches to the flesh, shocked the onlookers' heartbeat!

"Heh," the little pigtail sneered, and the two kicks quickly left shoe prints on Chen Shaoyong's chest, but because the movement was too fast, the power could not fully explode, and Chen Shaoyong's figure was still standing like an iron tower, not shaking.

But his cigarette had been extinguished at some point, and it was a little missing.

The little pigtail stopped in front of him, three meters apart, his footsteps had stopped shaking, and he was holding a professional-looking music player in his hand.

He's choosing songs.

"It seems that you won't be able to get by if you don't solve it," Chen Shaoyong stripped off on the street, or directly ripped off his short sleeves with a rough movement, and his upper body was full of explosive muscles.

Twisting his head, he spit out the cigarette butt from his mouth, and the center of his body moved down slightly, and he took on a boxing start.

"Oh!" the little pigtail hilarated herself, and a thick accent of broken English came out of her mouth: "mysongs, know, what, you, did, in, the, dark." ”

"Boy, don't give the tough guy bird language!"

Chen Shaoyong's body rushed forward and took the initiative to attack! His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's falcon!

The little dirty pigtails out of the legs like the wind, Chen Shaoyong runs thunder with an iron fist!

Tough guys, in addition to being able to persevere, must be tough enough!

……

Park, in the enchantment of distorted light.

Time goes back to the first gunshot.

The figure that came out of the woods was a shot, and the silver muzzle spewed out a deadly bullet.

Song Shijing threw back in response, snorting in pain, and the windbreaker on her body was flashing with a faint cyan light...... She always wears this trench coat, not to be cool in the summer. She just wears a protective suit at all times, as it is written in the textbook!

Rolling down the ground twice, she clutched her chest and jumped backwards with agility.

"Hmm, the spiritual power has reached the point where it can defend against bullets? The figure in the bushes tilted its head, then slammed the trigger!

This is the series of gunshots that Chen Shaoyong heard!

The speed of the bullet, Song Shijing couldn't dodge, so she could only squat directly on the ground, her hands shrunk in the sleeves of her windbreaker, and her arms protected her head.

As the gunshots rang out, she seemed to be constantly being hit hard, her body kept staggering backwards, and she almost fell twice.

Falling means exposing unprotected areas, which is an absolute danger when dealing with firearms...... But even if the bullet couldn't touch the skin, the impact through the trench coat made her feel unbearable.

After the eight bullets were fired, the screams of those chased by the demon beasts seemed to be quiet, and the man's sneer appeared on his lips again.

The legs, arms, lower abdomen, shoulders, and trench coat all have slight depressions...... Song Shijing knelt on the ground, like a prisoner waiting to be executed.

His arm hurt and he couldn't move, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The figure in the woods slowly walked out, changing magazines with graceful movements, long hair in a shawl, a look of concentration with his head down, and a pair of leather gloves that seemed to be stained with dark red blood......

"Hmph!" Song Shijing snorted painfully, trembling, and stood up with some difficulty.

Holding back the sharp pain of almost dislocating her arm, she ripped off the backpack from her shoulder and slammed it into the front.

With his left hand, he pinched the spirit rune, and when the other party raised the pistol again, his body hurriedly rolled to the side.

There was a bang, and two smoking bullet holes appeared on the ground.

"Heaven and earth have spirits, and the three qi are positive!

Bang!

The yellow paper she was wielding in her hand was pierced by the bullet, and the condensed spiritual power poured out.

Before she had time to be stunned, Song Shijing interrupted the ritual of summoning the spirit sword and rolled to the side again.

But this time, she was hit by a bullet in the middle of her tumbling, and her body flew sideways again...... I still don't forget to hold my head tightly with my hands, which is the result of rigorous training.

"The spiritual power is very strong, the strength is very weak, and it is really the result of those old-fashioned teachings. The shawl-haired man slowly stepped forward, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "You killed a young spirit demon, right?"

Identify the target of revenge to determine if the revenge mission has been completed after killing the target.

Bang!

Two more shots, the bullet was like a fist, and it smashed on Song Shijing's shoulder.

She curled up tightly, and a number came to her mind: seven.

There is a high probability that the opponent still has one bullet in his current magazine.

"Is it you?" the man asked in a cold voice, "It should be you, I have observed for a day, and I have not felt any other spiritual power fluctuations, and that uncle has only strengthened his physical strength, and it is impossible to deal with the spirit demon." ”

Bang!

There was a sharp pain in her left leg, and Song Shijing's curled up body stretched suddenly! Her left hand supported the ground, and her right hand threw a black stone at the man.

The man leaned back slightly, and the black stone exploded into powder in front of him, and a burst of spiritual power swept through the thick dust, obscuring the man's figure.

At the same time, it also obscures the other party's view.

Song Shijing endured the pain all over her body, and her spiritual power was also quickly repairing her body wounds, she knew that as long as she gritted her teeth and persevered, she could still stand up......

So she stood up and ran to the side. In his left hand, he held a spirit rune, and his fingers quickly swiped over the complicated traces.

Heaven and earth have spirits, and the three qi are positive!

The demon slayer sword is out, and the catastrophe is empty!

A demonic blood mahogany sword appeared in the palm of her hand, Song Shijing's sword pointed forward, and a huge lightning bolt appeared in the clear sky, slashing vertically!

The electric light raged and swallowed up the dust!

She couldn't hold on, she knelt on one knee with her long sword, blood at the corner of her mouth, and her breathing was a little rapid.

But when she looked up, the figure was still standing in the dust...... Not only standing, but also slowly walking outside.

"I like to use guns because it's more convenient. The power of technology has driven us off the altar, and we must not forget this history. The man's voice was a little leisurely, and the silver pistol without magazines was thrown in front of Song Shijing.

Song Shijing's expression was a little stunned.

The other party walked out of the dust, a faint circle of light supported around his body, and the tuxedo was spotless.

"Actually, like you, I'm a demon-slayer with awakened spiritual powers. The man chuckled, his eyes only on the coldness of the cold-blooded hunter when facing his prey.

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