In the sky above the alley, Ying Da's attack seemed to be predicted, and a black hole-like vortex appeared right on the trajectory of his fist, although the area was not large, but it was enough to swallow it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ying Da Pao hurriedly withdrew his fist, but the black hole seemed to have life, and suddenly rushed forward!

Between the lightning and flint, a black mist roared in, like a nocturnal demon, frantically tearing at the dark and thick whirlpool, two extremely similar but different darkness entangled together, exhausted in the tragic biting and grasping, and finally faintly let out a terrible scream, disappeared into the moonlight.

Ying Da Paddle fell back to the ground without danger, and looked back at Ying Zheng, whose face was even paler, with a complicated look, but in the end he didn't say anything.

In his perception, the black mist seemed to have been eliminated, completely disappearing from Ying Zheng's body.

Although there is nothing abnormal on the surface, it must not be an easy thing for Ying Zheng.

Ying Da Pao knew that now was not the time to be moved, and the moment he hit the ground, he rolled on the spot, quickly passed under the feet of the black ghost, and came to its back. Ying Da Paddle jumped up again and hit the opponent's back of the heart with the momentum of the black tiger's heart.

Just as this punch was about to hit, the huge head suddenly flipped one hundred and eighty degrees, and the weird facial features actually rotated to the back, and the pitch-black pupils stared at Ying Da Paddle in the miserable white eyes!

The afterglow of the Ying Da Paddle caught some abnormalities, but this punch was extremely strong and difficult to retract.

But it was smashed.

He watched in amazement as the thick black body instantly became illusory and transparent, and his fist passed effortlessly through the light form, but it didn't feel like it hit the entity.

Then the darkness condensed again, swallowing his fist into it.

"Ahh

Ying Da Pao suddenly shook his spirit, and saw his arm sink into the swampy body, and the whole person suddenly fell into an embarrassing situation. Although his hand has not been hurt for the time being, he can still feel that the wriggling darkness is corroding the "golden armor" on his hand like some kind of strong acid, and his entire body is also being slowly pulled towards the body of the black ghost.

Now he hangs in mid-air like a cliff faller, but the difference is that he has to fall to the ground to survive. In his life, Ying Da Paddle has never been so grateful for the gravitational pull of the earth, and even hated himself for being too lightweight.

"Damn...... Come out, come out!! ”

Ying Da Oar struggled desperately in the air, but the darkness did not loosen the slightest, and it still slowly swallowed him slowly.

"The wrists are swallowed! Pull it out! ”

Like a moth that strays into a spider's web, it fights in vain for the last chance.

However, the spider was still alarmed.

The black shadow slowly lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth slowly grinned back, and a strange laugh bloomed.

It looked at the big oars with burning eyes, leaned down in slow motion, and stretched out its hands.

The moment he was touched by the black mud-like hands, the five senses of Ying Da Paar seemed to be blocked, and only a hazy voice resounded in his mind.

……

Have you ever complained about the injustice of fate?

With the same effort, why do others always come ahead of you?

Obviously you have better talents, but you are held back by congenital disadvantages?

Some people are lazy and can get something for nothing, but you work hard to achieve nothing in the end?

You could have had a dashing youth and a beautiful life, but you were cursed and tortured because of your cruel and incompetent ancestors, and even died inexplicably like this?!

You are not at fault, but you are going to fall victim to being eliminated by those around you.

Whom will you hate?

……

The hollow and vague magic sound echoed in Ying Da Pao's mind, and his spirit was like a small sampan in the raging waves, which would be smashed in the next second.

"Cry, be angry, hate, join us in cursing the world!"

The black shadow made a final call, and Ying Da's eyes began to lose focus, and the corners of his mouth twitched with a maniacal smile.

The golden armor gradually lost its supply of magical power, leaving only a faint layer of light.

The hand that struggles will hang down.

The black ghost's smile was even bigger, as if he was very pleased with this development.

It was only a matter of time before the kid had a mental breakdown, and then he could finally face the real enemy.

Its huge face slowly turned back to the front, looking at Yingzheng who was closing his eyes and contemplating the words, like looking at a dead fish on the board.

Just as the fallen verse was about to blurt out again, the black shadow suddenly stopped.

It's like someone has choked your throat.

Near its heart, the palm of a fleshy body pierced its dark body like a red-hot iron sword. The hand was faintly wrapped in inconspicuous black particles, but it was like sterling silver that purified the darkness, leaving an irreparable wound on the black ghost's body.

Behind it, Yingda Paddle raised his head, his face was covered with sweat and pleasure, and there was still a little mental collapse.

"Although he unfortunately stepped on dog shit at the beginning of his life, if he treats his life as shit because of this, then I can only say - he must have shit in his head."

"Lao Tzu is also the leader of the university drama club, what kind of stream of consciousness crazy drama seems to be in vain, it is always more than enough to fool you a big black monster."

The black ghost erupted with an undead scream, but wrapped the right hand of the big oar even tighter.

At this moment, Li Qiuyan rushed into the alley, his face full of anxiety. Ying Da Pao was immediately anxious when he saw it, and shouted:

"Qiu Yan, let's go! What about your Heroic Spirit? Let him ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a muffled thud.

It was the sound of the human body and the building colliding.

At the entrance to the alley, a small building was half smashed by something, and the spears flew out of the air and fell into the rubble of bricks.

"Let's go!" Li Qiuyan only had time to shout when he saw the silver-armored "Ancestral Dragon" dressed in black mist leaping into the alley in an unimpeded step.

Ying Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, his expression changed from calm to stunned, turned around to leave but stopped, and finally turned into a helpless wry smile.

The left hand of the silver-armored "Ancestral Dragon" formed a fist, and the black mist on the five fingers that had just knocked Nezha away with a punch was steaming, like a smoking muzzle. In the next moment, the dragon's claw-like right foot landed steadily beside Li Qiuyan's side, scorched the road surface, kicked the ground into the air again, and the Tai'a sword in his right hand was raised high, and the black mist wrapped around the sword body like a flame in the moonlight, like a hellish god of war.

Tai'a slashes the black shadow, and the ghost body is the first part.

In the stunned expressions of Li Qiuyan and Yingda Paddle, the "ancestral dragon" of the silver armor slashed the black ghost in two.