The giant legs that came from the diagonal kick were like high-rise buildings, covering the entire block for a while, and the waiter and Mo Yu were swallowed up by the darkness that came from the storm.

Thundered.

The sound swept through the dust, leaving a hundred-meter-long ravine in the road. The huge legs disappeared as soon as they swept across the block.

Whoosh.

The sick moon in the sky fell, and she stared down at the smoke of the neighborhood in the night. In an appreciative tone, he said, "Mmmm, that's good." ”

With her last note, a small black shadow instantly appeared beside her.

Here it comes!

This sense of oppression.

Mo Yu was behind Sick Yue, and he clearly felt an invisible force suppressing his figure.

But. Mo Yu smiled slightly. That alone would not have stopped his blow.

Extreme speed, a punch of extreme strength, towards the delicate back.

Come, let me get to the bottom of you!

100% strength, just for bottoming.

Suck.

Sick Moon's body is faster than a fist.

Avoided it?

Mo Yu was not surprised by this, and he began to think about it the moment his fist missed.

Are you afraid that my punch will hurt you, or is it just to avoid it?

As well as another question.

Where did she go?

Sick Moon gave him the answer, and a cone of pain hit Mo Yu's spine from above, and he only felt a sharp pain, and then a large pool of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell into the block like a flying missile.

Rip!

At the moment of being hit, Mo Yu thought so.

Sick Moon showed a flaw, even if you have a fast speed, when you make an attack, you will always be slow to avoid the next attack.

Let me see what you're up to, stinky strips!

Naturally, the experienced acolytes would not disappoint him. Almost as soon as Sick Moon went out with his fist, and before he touched Mo Yu, he came behind Sick Moon.

When Sick Moon successfully hit Mo Yu, the calm and decisive servant had already touched Sick Moon's flesh and skin.

The blackened shell, the violent collision, the black mist and sparks flew everywhere.

Mo Yu, who was more than three feet into the ground, frowned and stared at the black mist in the air.

Hit?

Sick Moon bounced out of the smoke and flew upside down towards the ground with her hands on her chest.

"Hey! Stinky strips, you're going too far! Mo Yu jumped up and stood up, pointed to the waiter who was falling from the sky and scolded: "Lao Tzu is selling * meat in front to attract firepower, you are better, hit your chest and rub other people's little girl's oil?" ”

The numerology didn't bother to pay attention to him. He looked at the sick moon that kept moving away from him in mid-air, and his mind was the scene just now.

In just a few seconds, the sick moon immediately reflexively made a block.

Looking at Sick Moon's charred arm, the waiter realized that Sick Moon was even more difficult than he imagined.

"Almost with all my strength, but I can only scratch a little bit of flesh......" The acolyte looked at his arm, "or ...... I'm exhausted today? ”

"Ahem, ahem!"

The situation on Mo Yu's side was not optimistic, he looked at his blood-stained palm, and said, "Isn't it...... It's far from what I expected......"

Seeing this, the waiter couldn't help but feel terrified.

A big hole was broken in Mo Yu's back, and Sick Yue's punch actually pierced him directly......

"You, how's it going?" The acolyte asked as he watched vigilantly in the direction in which the sick moon was falling.

"It's so easy." Mo Wei smiled slightly: "It doesn't hurt or itch." ”

Mo Yu, whose internal organs crawled out of his body and was constantly bleeding, was obviously unconvincing when he said such a thing.

"As long as the bones are not broken, they can continue to fight." Mo Yu grabbed his internal organs and stuffed them in, and the wounds inside were slowly healing at a visible rate. "Give me some time, I can save up the next wave of attacks."

The implication is: help me buy me some time.

But what Mo Yu said was: "Don't burp before me, otherwise it will look like I am rubbish by you before." ”

Even if he said it in such a roundabout way, the waiter could roughly understand the meaning of Mo Yu. In fact, needless to say, he also knows what to do at this moment.

He gathered his strength, walked like a fly, and walked towards the neighborhood where the sick moon was.

And Mo Yu, slumped on the messy street, "It really hurts......"

……

"Hee ......"

The sick moon here was slowly sitting up from the ground, and her playful expression seemed to be very relaxed.

"It's more fun than you think."

She found a broken stone chair and sat down, shook her head, and looked frivolously at the end of the street in front of her. "In that case, let them catch their breath for three minutes."

But the moment she said this, her expression changed slightly.

"You say."

The acolyte was emotionless, and a cold tone sounded behind her.

"Let whom?"

Arms crossed straight to take the head, a long strip of sparks and abnormal noise.

Shot up.

The acolyte immediately turned around, and the palpable, non-negligible presence was behind him. Almost subconsciously, he curled up his arms to fend off the incoming attacks.

However, the sick month did not make any action. She just sat on the ledge high up, looking at the empty and intact street in front of her and laughing, "Oops." ”

She patted her head gently. "I got it in the wrong direction."

This guy has no will to fight?

Realizing that there was no attack on him, he reacted immediately, and asked Sick Moon's face with a question.

The windowsill, a fleeting figure.

Acolyte, captured.

He chased after the dark shadow, his arm slashing sideways.

At this moment, even if it was a sick month, he showed a slightly surprised expression.

"Actually, it's coming up."

However, this slash still fell short of the wind.

Was she just teasing me?

A faster, more powerful punch to catch up with the body of the sick moon again.

Let me confirm.

Failed.

The waiter turned around and jumped backwards, heading towards the sick moon who only avoided it.

The V-shaped figure disappeared here, and the strange sound of sparks appeared in front of the convenience store ten meters away.

Hit!

The acolyte's pupils retracted slightly.

Just this moment of hesitation, this moment of inaction. Sick Moon kicked the waiter with a knee kick and bounced him away.

That blow was still prevented by the sick moon.

"It's really aggressive." Sick Moon smiled: "I'll let you see, the real attack that can't be breathed." ”

The huge black palm, like an enlarged version of the ******, emerged from the flank of the acolyte's trajectory, imprinting his entire person into the building beside him.

At the same time, another black ****** whizzed from the other side of the building.

The middle of the building collapsed in an instant under the combined palms of her hands, and in the imagination of the sick moon, a cake-shaped ghost would appear in her palm.

It's kind of cute.

She thought so.

However, the acolyte's figure broke through above the collapsed building.

Oops, people just want to shoot you into a pie, why are you so resistant.

The third palm was lowered from above the acolyte.

(I didn't expect that!) Ha ha! I'm updating again! ）