Chapter 122: B-Grade Median?
Twenty times the mental power compression, the fist wind is fierce, the eye of heaven is in the world, Li Yifan's ability level instantly broke through to the lower level of the B level, he was afraid that the power was not enough, a ray in the eye of the sky hit him, blessed himself with bloodthirsty power, and the speed of strength skyrocketed again!
"Break it for me!" Li Yifan's right fist also formed a hurricane, wind against wind. The hurricane and tornado were briefly stalemate, and the tornado was blocked, unable to move an inch, roaring and spinning in place.
The woman in white and her companions were able to escape, and she subconsciously looked back, and then saw the image that she will never forget. Li Yifan fell into the eye of the tornado like a meteor, time seemed to stand still at this moment, and after a deafening loud bang, a huge wave of air spread in all directions, destroying and decaying, and the earth seemed to shake. The fierce wind blew the hair of the woman in white, and the man in the dark golden mask stood on the messy ground, the purple vertical eyes in the center of his forehead shining brightly.
Torii Akira looked at this god-like man in disbelief, the wrinkles on his face deepened, how could it be, how could it be possible, how could his tornado be broken like this, how could there be such a master by their side.
In fact, Li Yifan was not easy at this time, the power of the tornado was beyond his imagination, and his entire right arm was now numb and unconscious. This old man, I'm afraid that his strength is more than his own, and his identity in the Japanese ability world is definitely not simple, he actually came to chase and kill a little girl, and he has a trace of curiosity about the origin of the little girl.
Li Yifan Torii Ming and the two looked at each other, the fierce fighting spirit burned, and they shouted, and at the same time they grabbed it and attacked each other. Li Yifan's bloodthirsty power could not last, so he naturally did not want to waste time, and his two fists under the compression of twenty times his mental power were incomparably powerful, and each punch brought a piercing roar. Torii Ming's movements are extremely vigorous, where is there still half an old state, the wind ability envelops the whole body, and he holds two pale cyan wind blades in both hands, not losing any divine weapons.
The rabbit rises and falls, and the figures of Li Yifan and Torii Ming crisscross the whole field, attacking from a distance in close combat, each using their own means. Li Yifan and Torii Ming were in a fierce battle, and Li Yifan was slightly downwind. Torii Ming was anxious in his heart, they had taken a great risk by coming to kill people this time, once the news leaked and spread back to China, he would definitely die! After all, the Amano family has been in business for thousands of years, and now even if it is stormy, it is not something that he can bully as a Ming-level priest.
Torii Ming shouted a few words loudly, his voice was like a night owl, extremely sharp, but he urged the middle-aged samurai and the green-clothed demon man to do it quickly. A cold glint flashed in his own eyes, and he urged the ability with all his might, and the red tide on his pale face surged, and he actually slowly flew into the air.
It's really flying! Instead of staying in the air for a short time with speed and strength, Li Yifan looked at Torii Ming in the air in surprise, he, he should have a B-level median. What kind of concept is this, and then it is Kunlun's Great Luo Jinxian, the Nine Shades of Rakshasas, and the Eight Desolation True Dragons of Yanhuang, which are enough to dominate the world or suppress the existence of one side.
Torii Akira can't say what he suffers, he was seriously injured in his early years, and he has never recovered, so his face is so old, and he can't use all his strength, otherwise his body will continue to age, and now he can't take care of so much in order to solve it quickly.
Torii Ming flew in the air, galloping, extremely flexible, Li Yifan couldn't keep up with his changes at all, and gradually couldn't cope with it, with a snort, a cut was made in his left arm, and blood immediately gushed out.
Seeing that Torii Akira had the upper hand, the middle-aged samurai and the green-clothed demon man were slightly wider, exchanged a look, and took the remaining samurai to continue to catch the little girl. The woman in white and her companions held their swords in their hands, holding their bodies strongly, the turning point had appeared, for the sake of His Highness, it was time for them to die.
Whoosh, a few more figures jumped out, today for both sides, there have been a lot of accidents, seeing an outsider appear, they all paused, with a vigilant gaze at this group of new people joining the battle group, is it friend or foe?
There were five people in total, tall, short, fat and thin, and the only thing they had in common was that they all wore silver masks on their faces. Mask?! People on both sides seemed to understand something.
The tornado here just now, it was like the sky and the earth changed color, how could the people who were waiting for Li Yifan's instructions below still stay, Jiang Hai and Tiewa discussed, and several people rushed up together.
"Brother!"
"Your Excellency!"
As soon as they came, they saw Li Yifan being injured by Torii Ming. Several people were shocked and angry, and they were anxious to rush up.
"Leave me alone, I'll come over here, protect that little girl, kill all the people who chase them, don't get away with one!" Li Yifan said coldly.
No one dared to disobey Li Yifan's order, even Tiewa could only worry about dealing with other enemies first, he was ruthless in his heart, and he killed these people earlier before he could go over to help his brother.
The demon man in green turned around and came back, leading a group of black-clothed warriors to meet Tiewa Jianghai and the others, and the middle-aged warriors had already fought with the woman in white.
A few strange laughs, the demon man in green flew over, and his red nails slashed at Tiewa's chest with poison, and the speed was extremely fast. Tiewa's eyes flashed with murderous intent, lowered his head, pretended to be panicked and hurriedly retreated, the green-clothed demon man sneered disdainfully, tapped his toes, and continued to pounce, the red light on his nails seemed to have touched Tiewa's clothes.
You have been tricked, Tiewa raised her head, and the demon man in green saw the most cruel pair of eyes he had ever seen in his life, and it was also the last pair of eyes he saw. Tiewa's body swelled up rapidly like a balloon, and a giant more than three meters tall suddenly appeared in front of the green-clothed demon man, and two bronze hammer-sized fists shrouded in bright yellow light roared towards his head.
Oh no, this is, this is a B-class Adept! The smile on the face of the demon man in green froze, and he wanted to retreat, but he rushed too hard before, his moves were old, and he was at the time when the old power was exhausted and the new power was not born, so he raised his arms in despair and protected his head in front of him.
With a click, the two arms were broken without suspense, and the speed and strength of the two copper hammer-sized fists were not affected at all, and under the fearful gaze of the demon man in green, they hit his left and right temples, and the head of the demon man in green was smashed like a broken watermelon, and the blood of the brain slurred all over the ground, and the headless body fell. A face, a demon man in green, die!
Things happened too fast, the demon man in green is the strongest man whose strength is second only to Torii Ming among the people who attacked, Li Yifan's strength is too strong, and his subordinates have also received enough attention, so the demon man in green rushed to intercept them, but he didn't expect that he still didn't estimate the strength of this group of people, and under one punch, he didn't even leave a whole corpse!
Tiewa didn't stop, her giant-like body, with a monstrous might, continued to kill. The middle-aged samurai fell in his eyes, next, kill you!
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