One punch. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info just one punch, and the first guy who was thrown in flew upside down, and the kid hit the man behind him, and both of them vomited blood. These guys are a little too weak.

And I just shot these two guys away, and the two guys in the back flew in again.

And Vajra Claw obviously won't let me go, he struck me in the back. I turned around and got out of the way, this kid is really annoying, as long as he is there, I obviously can't absorb others. Looks like we're going to have to kill him. And now there were two of the four people who were thrown up, so I swung around and my leg swept to the chest of one of them. The guy let out a scream and flew out the window. And the last guy was visibly scared, he actually wanted to run. It's just that I'm not going to let him escape.

Now that the first three have flown out, and the last one is so afraid of me, it seems that I have to catch him.

But before I could make a move, Vajra Claw kicked him in the body so hard that the one-eyed dragon spat blood and flew out.

In the blink of an eye, all four of the guys who were thrown up flew out, cleanly.

Now, it's time for me to go one-on-one with Vajra Claw. I have to say that this guy is really difficult, and in terms of strength, he surpasses others too much. And what's even more weird is that the phantom on his body looks weird.

What else will change for him?

You don't know until you've beaten it. I rushed at him, and he rushed at me, and the two of us were so close that his vajra claws were so hard to get rid of them that they stabbed me in the abdomen. The sensation of sharp pain made me take a deep breath, which rushed into my body, almost exploding inside me.

I let out my first roar.

The pain stimulated me, making my otherwise calm heart beat very fast, and I could feel the blood being compressed by my heart and rushing into my head. I don't know where the blood came from, maybe something is wrong with my senses. But no problem was that in the midst of this sharp pain, my strength really exploded, my nails pierced into his body, and I grabbed his hand, bowed my body, and turned him over with my back.

I kicked his body and hit the wall, which smashed through the wall and fell outside. And I, one of the rolls over has stood up and rushed out.

He was falling, his body adjusting in the air. He looked worse than I was, with wounds all over his body, tattered clothes, and the vajra claw that had just been inserted into my body had fallen into the room.

It seems to be wearing a mask on his face, which has been a little shattered just now, and now I hear the sound of cracking. I don't have to look at what this face looks like now, I care more about what my real face looks like.

I was about to chase down, but there were still people who rushed at me without fear of death. It was clear that he had also been thrown in, and one of his hands was black.

Black hands, looking weird.

What's even more strange is that when he flew towards me, the expression on his face was very relaxed, and after a blink of an eye, it immediately changed, and he said softly: "How can I have my breath?" ”

Your breath? Who is this boy? Because I haven't seen it before. It stands to reason that he wouldn't be here. But he appeared, and he seemed to have come with the determination to die. How about looking relaxed? Could it be more powerful than Vajra Claw?

Something was falling off his forehead. I didn't reach out, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that it was a mask-like hard object.

I tried to rush at Vajra Claw, but the guy with a black hand that was thrown up was coming at me.

So deal with him first? Of course, don't pay attention to what he said.

As soon as I stretched out my hand, my right hand stabbed at him. Now the hand has become a claw, perhaps sharper than the vajra claw; And he looked like he bumped into me on his own initiative. The claws stabbed into his chest without hindrance.

Sure enough, he was looking for death. I want to grab him and suck him dry, at least some power, right? But at this moment, his body exploded.

A suicide suicide bomber? This guy is still a novelty. It's just that the power of this explosion is a little too small, right?

"It's really my breath."

The explosion turned him into a large cloud of blood mist, which not only blocked my vision, but also made it difficult for me to breathe. What's even more strange is that his voice came from inside this blood mist.

What the hell is he?

"You really have my breath in your body." He said again.

I couldn't see where he was in the blood mist. It's just that since he has turned into a blood mist, I can just suck it. I opened my mouth wide and inhaled hard. This breath was extremely long, and a piece of blood mist was sucked into my stomach, but the blood mist in front of me was still so thick. It seems that although I absorbed a lot, it was only the total amount of it that was reduced before the reduction, and the concentration did not affect it. However, I can already imagine that the volume of the blood mist in front of me must have decreased a lot.

Absorbing this large mouthful of blood mist, the effect is still quite obvious, because the inside of the stomach is actually hot. And the whole body seems to be warm. It was as if there had been a blood mist in my body for a long time, and as the blood mist was inhaled, they all began to boil.

What's more, the feeling of strength has increased a little more. The question is, where the hell is that guy hiding? Maybe I won't be able to see him until I've absorbed the blood mist. So I took a big puff again. This mouthful absorbed all the blood mist in front of me, but there was no one in front of me. Only the chest still has some blood mist; The guy with the black arms seemed to have vanished.

But I still heard his voice: "You killed me?" His voice seemed to come from within me.

I killed him?

It looks like yes. Maybe it's just that his ghost is a little unwilling.

But just then, there was a scream from the crowd below, which pulled me back to reality. They are all looking in one direction. That's the adamantium claw I kicked out just now. He had been flying upside down in the air, but now, he had stopped.

He let out a roar of rage, and a pair of wings were stretching out behind his back. It could be seen that the outstretched wings made him feel severe pain. Is he the same kind as me?

I don't understand. The question is, if he's the same kind of person as me, why can't he get along with me? And no one else would have embarrassed him.

It seems that he is indeed my enemy.

After his body stretched out its wings, his right eye glowed green, and the phantom outside his body became clearer. It really looks like a demon. Because he's like a demon in his own right.

He rolled over in the air and flew towards me, the expression on his face was strange, not the previous tragedy, nor the previous anger, but a kind of calm. Of course, this calm should be faked. The phantom's head just covered his head, so I wasn't sure if the face I saw was his or the demon's.

I have to admit that I am still very satisfied with his transformation. Because it looks like I'm at least not alone. But it's just satisfaction. If he wants to kill me, of course I'm going to kill him too. Because I'm a big badass.

Ironically, he flew up to me and asked, "Do you recognize who I am?" ”

Recognizable it? Unrecognizable, but recognizable. Because I remember him as one of the many people who had tormented me before. And his knives are always the most ruthless.

I couldn't help but lose my mind for a moment: how the hell did those people go under the knife?

I don't think I remember clearly. I only remember the utter coldness and those cold eyes. None of those eyes had sympathy in their eyes. They all seem to be ruthless characters who kill like blood. It shouldn't seem like they're really killing people all the way.

What is Harvesting? As far as the eye can see, there are at least a thousand of them, and many more are blocked by buildings or in your own homes. There are more than a hundred. And the one-eyed dragons I saw before were only about a hundred. Did they harvest the other people first, and the last hundred or so survived before they were qualified to harvest me?

Only those people have the guts to harvest me, right? Only those who have the strength to harvest me, right?

And this vajra claw in front of you, has it harvested one of my kind? That's why he got his current abilities?

After a brief period of distraction, he quickly recovered. Vajra Claw had already rushed in front of me, and I could tell he was pleased with what he had just said. His vajra claw is about to pierce my body. Maybe in his eyes, I was empty all over at that moment; And now, it seems to me, isn't he full of empty doors?

I still didn't move the moment before his vajra claw, but I moved just as the vajra claw stabbed me in the abdomen.

The right hand stabbed him in the abdomen. He was not fundamentally different from the others. His abdomen was pierced through me so easily, and it was just as hot as blood.

I couldn't help but smile at him. He seemed stunned. His vajra claws didn't go deep.

"Yes." I'm not sure if I said those two words. It's just that my left hand slashed across his wings at the same time, and blood splashed out of his wings, like red flowers. At this moment, I seemed to see the phantom turn into wisps of green smoke flying away from his body.

Is this also a harvest? How was it not when they reaped me? The same torture, the same light smoke flying away. But what did he lose?

The right hand was withdrawn, and a punch was slammed into his chest, and then a roll came in the air and kicked him down.

He let out a terrible scream, and it fell to the ground like a cannonball, and it was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and I seemed to see the fire produced by his friction with the air.

It was definitely a short process, so short that many self-righteous people didn't have time to react, and he just smashed it down, making a loud noise, and the ground was smashed to the ground because of him, and countless cracks crawled frantically in all directions around him like fast-growing vines.

The people on the ground were fleeing in terror.

His wings were retracting, as if they had never been there. And his body couldn't get up, and after struggling for a while, he was obviously unable to do anything, and he vomited a mouthful of blood and fell down again.

I don't know what he thinks, how could he be so careless and rush at me? It's like I'm not going to fight back at all.

And the voice of the exploding guy came from inside me again: "How can you be so strong? You are clearly the real target of the harvest. Impossible, it can only be Zhang Liang who will be resurrected, and it can't be you. ”

Resurrection?

Am I dead? Perhaps, this is just a world of necromancy?

Can you only be resurrected if you pass the harvest?

Then, "I will, reap; I will, resurrected! ”

Perhaps because I hadn't spoken for so long, my heart beat violently when I said these words. And when I looked at the pathetic ones down there, it was cold. Sure enough, there was nothing wrong with that. Because I saw that many of those people were just phantoms.

Maybe it's really just a world of the dead.

The resurrection can only be Zhang Liang? Maybe the one with glasses is really Zhang Liang. The only reason he's so useless is because he, too, has become a necromancy. The real Zhang Liang may have died a long time ago, and what remains may be just a wisp of his remnant soul.