Liu Fuling walked very slowly, it was really like greeting visitors, his steps were gentle, down-to-earth, step by step, Futu was put back to his waist, he wiped the dirty blood on his cheeks, and his arms hung at his sides, in harmony with his steps. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If there is a fresh breeze to support the body, the demeanor is extremely solid.

If you lift weights lightly, that's it.

The dancing black-clad men also walked towards him.

It's not appropriate to say that you are walking over, but it is better to climb over.

Under the guidance of Duan Pawn, the black-clothed men who had danced the treacherous dance seemed to have exhausted all their strength and collapsed to the ground, but the next moment, one by one, as if struck by lightning, spasms and trembled, and in the trembling throughout the body, they stood up with their hands and feet, like an uncivilized beast, on all fours, and bursts of heavy gasps came from behind the hood.

There was a substantial white mist oozing from the black and blurred mouth and nose, with a hint of coldness.

They consciously gather together, like wolves hunting.

Duan pawn waved his hand, and the black-clothed men adjusted their direction, like arrows, and pointed their sharp heads at Liu Fuling who was walking towards him.

They slashed the ground beneath their feet like beasts and leaped towards the emaciated boy.

Liu Fuling felt that this scene was a little funny, but he didn't laugh, he couldn't laugh, he just continued to walk.

The distance of ten zhang is not ten zhang red dust, and the two parties are in contact with each other in a blink of an eye.

The first black-clothed man bounced his feet hard, and his sharp fingers and claws grabbed at his neck.

Liu Fuling took a step to the side lightly, then stretched out his palm and slapped it on the other party's neck.

It's like slapping on a hard stone, but the strength of the young man's palm can crack the stone.

Even if these black clothes have been improved to a certain extent, they have become monsters with no intelligence, and they have completely lost their previous ability to respond to the enemy.

But then he has an almost terrible instinct.

When Liu Fuling's palm slapped up, he thought so.

Because the black-clothed man grabbed his arm firmly as his head was shattered, and several black-clothed people rushed towards him in the vital parts of his body, and those pitch-black fingers were no different from sharp sharp weapons.

Liu Fuling's restrained arm suddenly exerted force, the cyan veins protruded, extending the entire arm, it seemed to be stronger, and the abundant internal force was concentrated in this place, he suddenly raised his arm, together with the stiff black clothes, and brutally smashed on a black cloth who attacked his lower body, and kicked away the black clothes who attacked his elbow, and at the same time grabbed the smashed head of the dead black clothes with his free hands, tore it off, stepped on the chest of the last black clothes who wanted to break his ankles, and blasted the black clothes in his hands to the ground，

Bang bang.

Splashing splinters of earth and dust, like gushing and splashing spring water, has a bit of a cool beauty.

One shines on the face, kills two, and repels two.

It's not enough.

Liu Fuling's palms poked out, like a bag to retrieve things, covering the two black-clothed heads and faces that pounced on him with extraordinary precision, his feet did not stop, and while taking a big step, his palms turned over, pressing the two black-clothed people directly on the ground on their heads and feet, and the internal breath gushed out, and the ten fingers formed a hook, crushing the two heads.

Kill two more.

Four up.

He let go, with a bloody hot blood fist, both fists in one place, hammered on the chest of a black-clothed man in front of him, making a dull sound like hitting a bell, he suddenly opened his hand, like a bud to spit out buds, but what he spit out was a killing machine, when the fist turned into a palm, the internal strength spread from the palm surface, destroying the vitality like withering and decaying.

Five.

Liu Fuling swept it at a glance, and there were still half of them.

From the contact between the two parties to the present, half a pillar of incense has not been enough, and half of the beast-like black clothes have fallen.

His gaze was always over the twisted wall of people and locked on to Duan Pawn, who was standing safely ten feet away.

He hid his strength, he hid his means, no matter how strong these black clothes were, they were limited, and he still had reservations, if his conjecture was not wrong......

A black fist was close in front of him, he reached out and grabbed the fist, pulled it to the side, threw the black clothes who swung the fist aside, and then swept the whip leg across, the sharp wind slashed, like a big knife, directly hit the black clothes in half, and he used force on his legs again, kicking the black clothes with a bent waist out.

A black shadow flew straight towards Duan Pawn not far away, he just flashed to the side, and the black-clothed man was still thrown to the ground in embarrassment, making a dying struggle.

"Waste."

Duan Pawn said lightly, and with an understatement kick, he stepped on the black head of the black-clothed man, and the dirty foot lightly wiped the black-clothed body that was still twitching.

He watched the young man kill indifferently, his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and he didn't make waves.

There is nothing in this world that can move him.

Apart from...... His gaze looked at the chariot behind him, and his eyes changed, soft, warm, ...... Hot.

He withdrew his gaze, his gaze returned to dead silence, shook his head imperceptibly, and began to slowly walk in the direction of the fight between the young man and the black-clothed man.

He walked very slowly, like a walk, like a demonstration.

With each step, the evil thoughts became thicker, like the tide of the sea.

Liu Fuling on the other side felt the growing sense of oppression very clearly.

It's like a fierce beast waking up from sleep, showing its true strength little by little.

The young man spontaneously tensed up, knocked the last black-clothed black-clothed soldier who had rushed madly towards him to the ground with an elbow blow, broke his neck with one foot, jumped over the black-clothed crowd who were desperate, and faced the Duan pawn who was slowly walking, but the oppression became more and more dignified.

"I've killed all of your people, there's no need for that." Liu Fuling took out the floating slaughter and twisted it in his hand.

"You're not weak, they died in your hands, it's not an accident, but you're not strong either, there's no need to show off in front of me after killing a few puppet-like wastes." Duan Pawn kept walking, still walking.

"yes, it's a pity, I'm just telling a fact." Out of the corner of his eye, Liu Fuling saw the bodies of those dead black clothes that were quickly shriveling, and understood that the other party really didn't care.

This time Duan didn't answer, he took the next step, which seemed to be no different from the previous ordinary step, and directly crossed the eight-zhang distance, only to see an afterimage crossed, and the hissing wind roared immediately pulled out.

Duan Pawn suddenly appeared in front of Liu Fuling and simply threw a punch.

Futu was lightning across the young man's chest, and his fist landed on the body of the Futu stick, making a burst of thunder, and Liu Fuling flew directly out fifty zhang away like a cannonball.

After swinging this punch, Duan Pawn continued to walk, one step, two steps, and when he took the third step, he disappeared on the spot again, and in the sharp sound of breaking the air, he crossed a distance of fifty zhang in the air and came to Liu Fuling, who had just stood up from the ground.

He threw another punch, a punch in the chest.

All the so-called strength, in front of his fists, is like child's play.

Liu Fuling's previous momentum was like a bamboo.

It's like child's play.

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