Chapter 55: Toxin Attack

The two of them rushed closer and closer, and the momentum became stronger and stronger.

Although Ye Zixuan's toughness is terrifying, the fat man's eyes are still burning with crazy fighting intent, and the dagger draws an arc, this move is either you die or I live, the dagger falls like a long rainbow through the sky, and the whole alley is full of sword energy.

This knife is not fast, the fat man bets that Ye Zixuan is not very experienced, and he doesn't dare to fight with himself!

He stared sharply at Ye Zixuan's eyes, as he expected, those arrogant and confident eyes really had a trace of panic, Ye Zixuan was about to dodge, the fat man had a thought in his heart, as long as Ye Zixuan dared to retreat, dare to dodge, three moves, three moves could take Ye Zixuan's life, the fat man had such confidence.

When there was only about two meters left between the two, a smile crossed the face of the panicked Ye Zixuan, who originally stepped on the right foot behind him, suddenly pointed at the wall next to him, and his figure rose two meters up, not retreating or advancing close to the left side of the fat man, when the fat man stabbed the air and screamed badly, Ye Zixuan had already deceived himself and stuck to his side.

Slam into it.

The two bodies touched.

"Bang!"

The fat man's body shook, and he stepped back, but he was able to kill Bai Qiuhua, naturally he was especially outstanding, he immediately stabilized after retreating seven or eight steps, and then kicked his legs on the ground, his whole body jumped up, and the dagger in his hand stabbed towards Ye Zixuan again, and he shot ruthlessly, obviously knowing that this was a stumbling block to completing the task.

It's just that his dagger hasn't been stabbed yet, and a stunned expression appeared on his face, because Ye Zixuan, who was bent over, moved again, and the speed of the other party from stationary to starting was like a sharp arrow shooting, with a bang off the ground, and with a strong fighting intent, he really came to an absolute close, and the momentum was overwhelming!

The middle-aged fat man's face changed drastically, he didn't have time to retreat and dodge, he roared angrily, his wrist flipped, and the dagger pulled a knife flower in mid-air, which instantly turned into a backhand knife, and then swept towards Ye Zixuan's neck like a rainbow, but he was still half a beat slower, Ye Zixuan raised his knee and pressed it the fat man's chin.

"Pounce!"

The middle-aged fat man leaned back after being hit by a powerful force, and he couldn't stop spitting out a mouthful of blood, before he could react, Ye Zixuan bullied up again, one knee and one elbow cooperated with each other, and the fat man's lower abdomen and right chest were hit by a sharp pain at the same time, like a hammer bombarding in turns, and he almost lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

All this was completed in two seconds, it can be seen that Ye Zixuan showed fierceness, the middle-aged fat man did not rest too much, turned over, raised the dagger and was about to swing it down, Ye Zixuan was another big dragon swinging tail, and a swinging leg after taking off kicked out beautifully, "dang", the sharp dagger was kicked out.

The blade slammed into the garbage heap next to it, and the vu trembled.

The fat man with wrist pain sighed in his heart, this kid is so strong in hand-to-hand combat skills, but he did not lose confidence, on the contrary, he licked his lips, his feet sank, his arms were forced, and with a bang, his underwear was torn by him, and the muscles of his whole body also skyrocketed by two points, and then he flicked his feet and threw himself at Ye Zixuan:

"Kill!"

A punch hit.

The surrounding airflow sank instantly!

The middle-aged fat man obviously wants to fight against the water and show his strongest strength, this kind of fist strength that can restrain the wind is not really without fist wind, but it is gathered into a pillar on Ye Zixuan's body, as if a storm suddenly broke out in the tunnel, Ye Zixuan could not resist the storm that was difficult to breathe and went upwind, and the pressure was very huge.

Bai Qiuhua's heart sank, the middle-aged fat man's move was a bit of a Hong fist shadow.

In the face of the menacing middle-aged fat man, Ye Zixuan did not evade at all, and waved a palm with a slightly restrained smile, first punch and then palm, if there were ordinary people present, they would definitely think that Ye Zixuan was out of proportion, and he indiscriminately sealed the opponent's shocking punch, only the middle-aged fat man could see that Ye Zixuan's simple punch could seal all the changes in his offensive.

"It's not easy!"

The middle-aged fat man's eyes were cold, and then he used the last two percent of his strength, and rushed to Ye Zixuan with a fierce wind, Ye Zixuan's palm was pasted, and he fiercely sealed the opponent's fist, bang! The fists touched, and the middle-aged fat man seemed to have been hit by a 10,000-pound boulder, and his whole body was like a thunderbolt, dragging his legs and falling backwards.

Ten success forces, but can't beat Ye Zixuan, how is this possible? The middle-aged fat man was in a trance, could it be that Ye Zixuan has been practicing martial arts since his mother's womb?

A killer's body flashed, holding the retreating middle-aged fat man.

"Kill!"

Losing the weapon in his hand, and being slapped in the face by the other party in a row, the middle-aged fat man roared angrily, kicked up several piles of garbage under his feet, and then pounced on Ye Zixuan regardless of it, and tried his best to wrap his arms around the latter's neck, wanting to suffocate him, Ye Zixuan still smiled calmly, his legs were wrong, and his waist was twisted.

He calmly threw the middle-aged fat man out.

In the next second, Ye Zixuan jumped to follow, pushed the fat man up with one knee, and then whipped his leg fiercely, like a sandbag, the fat man was vigorously pumped out, and the two struggling companions couldn't dodge, they were smashed over by his burly body, and fell to the ground with a muffled hum, and the scene once again gave birth to a chaos.

Ye Zixuan didn't stop there, he flew over, his left hand became a claw, and he grabbed directly at the fat man's throat, and the middle-aged fat man pulled the corner of his mouth, kicked up a dagger and stabbed it.

A knife for self-preservation, the momentum is quite fierce.

"Carving insect skills!"

Ye Zixuan laughed noncommittally, his left hand waved lightly, as if he was waving a pen to write, just two clanging sounds, the dagger had already become three, Ye Zixuan broke the middle-aged fat man's dagger, the thunder did not stop, and a palm seemed to slap the middle-aged fat man's chest quickly and lightly, not heavy but loud.

The middle-aged fat man's chest trembled, blood spurted out of his mouth, just like Bai Qiu's painting, like a broken kite flying in the air, falling heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood has not spurted out, a cold hand has pinched his throat, the speed is so fast, the momentum is really what the middle-aged fat man has seen in his life.

A trace of shock crossed the middle-aged fat man's face, one hand can easily split the dagger into three sections, and it will definitely tear her throat like a piece of paper, although the middle-aged fat man knows that Huaguo Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, but he never thought that the young Ye Zixuan has such a terrifying skill, and he has realized what it means to have a sky outside the sky.

Looking at the indomitable Ye Zixuan, the middle-aged fat man roared angrily, lifted the body of a companion and smashed it out, and at the same time flipped four or five meters backwards.

Ye Zixuan turned his left hand and slapped the smashed killer to the ground, and then looked at the middle-aged fat man and shook his head: "Ruthless and unjust." ”

"Boy, let's admit it today!"

The middle-aged man turned over and knelt down, shouting word by word: "It's just that you have to remember that going against Tianyi Pavilion will not end well." ”

Blood gushed in his throat, and he was extremely unwilling to look at Bai Qiuhua, and the fat in his mouth flew away.

Ye Zixuan clapped his hands and said, "I'm thinking about it, should I take you down and hand you over to the police or the Eagle Group?" ”

Bai Qiuhua shouted with difficulty: "Ye Zixuan, help me 、、、" She wanted Ye Zixuan to help take down the other party, as a bargaining chip to find the mastermind behind the scenes to explain, but before the words were finished, a mouthful of blood gushed up from her throat, and after spraying on the ground, she fainted, obviously the injuries and toxins drained her last strength.

Ye Zixuan rubbed his head and sighed: "It's really troublesome." ”

The burly man knew that he couldn't kill Bai Qiuhua today, Ye Zixuan was too evil, he was young but he had perverted skills, and if he continued to fight, he and his companions were only afraid that they would have to fold in the hands of the other party, even if they didn't break it, it would be difficult for them to kill them when the Eagle Group killed them, so he gritted his teeth and ordered to withdraw from here: "Withdraw." ”

This group of killers is well-trained, and when they heard the evacuation, they immediately reined in their fighting spirit, and moved neatly to retreat and leave the alley, and soon let the narrow and narrow place of tens of meters return to calm, Ye Zixuan looked at the disappearing figure of the other party, shook his head and walked back to Bai Qiuhua, and took out her phone to call an ambulance, but frowned when she touched her skin.

Toxins are attacking!

He touched the pulse of Bai Qiuhua, and quickly judged that he must detoxify as soon as possible, otherwise he would be highly poisoned and killed, Ye Zixuan glanced around, thought for a while, and then lifted the woman, and ran towards the Chujian Hotel very quickly, and at the same time sighed that the world was impermanent, and hit Zhao Yicheng hard in the afternoon, but today he rescued Bai Qiuhua.

Should the Eagle Group be hateful, or should it be grateful?

Then, he took out the mask that the killer had dropped, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes:

Will this mask be the same batch as the one left by Zhao Yibing?