The crisp slap exploded treacherously and abruptly.

stabbed Chen Xueqin, who was full of expectations.

subverted the cognition of the giants present.

stirred the heart of Aunt Xue Jia's Gu Jing Bubo.

At last. shattered the self-esteem of the white-robed man, which can be called a deformed self-esteem.

The self-esteem of a master, a ruthless person who has climbed to the top of the ranks of the strong, his pride cannot be provoked, and his face cannot be beaten!

Spank.

Trample on his self-esteem, shatter his pride, tear his face!

He's crazy. Crazy. Went berserk.

His mind, which had been calm and relaxed from beginning to end, was twisted in an instant, until it was shattered.

The smooth and sleek movements of his arms became sharp and sharp, and a circle was formed, and the two palms containing terrifying soft power slapped towards Lin Ze's chest in shock.

Boom!

Lin Ze's entire body was bent, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily overflowed with bright red blood.

"Hmm-" After Lin Ze, who bent his waist, spurted out a mouthful of blood, his waist stiffened suddenly, and his body straightened again.

Syllable!

It was the left side of the brain that was pumped just now, and the right side of the brain was drawn at the moment.

Another crisp and heavy slap was slapped on the white-robed man's face without reservation. The slap made him tinnitus and dizzy, and even his nose and ears oozed blood. Appalling.

The man in the white robe was completely beaten crazy.

He slapped Lin Ze's chest, lower abdomen, and even shoulder blades with one palm, every time, he would bend Lin Ze's waist, and every time, Lin Ze would straighten his body again. Then a slap in the face.

The corners of Lin Ze's mouth kept oozing blood, but not much, not as much as he imagined, and not even as much as oozing from the mouth and nose of the white-robed man.

This is a very strange phenomenon.

The white robe was hit in the head, and Lin Ze was hit in the internal organs. It stands to reason that it is impossible for the white robe to shed more blood than Lin Ze. This is counterintuitive.

But in fact, Lin Ze did not have as much blood as the white robe.

His mental state is not as good as Lin Ze's, and even his actions and attacks are gradually not as strong as Lin Ze's.

He slapped it out, and Lin Ze also slapped it out. The two of them almost used the method of burning jade to play a thrilling fight. Whoever can hold on will be the final victor.

The onlookers were all stunned. Silly. Confused.

was frightened by Lin Ze's fighting style with the white robe.

Where is there such a fight? Where is this still a fight? Simply sit on the chair of the two, one of them slaps the other party, whoever draws it first shouts pain, and whoever draws it first can't hold it will admit defeat.

This is a duel between the top powerhouses! How can you fight and become a child?

They think like this, but deep down, how can they not know this style of play, I am afraid that only the top powerhouses can come out and toss.

Who will be beaten to the point where their body is bent and they can straighten up quickly?

Who will be beaten to the point that their mouth, nose and ears are bleeding, and they can still slap their opponents fiercely again and again?

Can ordinary people? Is it okay for these giants?

What about Xue Gui?

He touched his fairly handsome face and muttered creepyly, "Perverted." ”

Syllable!

Lin Ze slapped the white-robed man in the face, and before he could fight back, Lin Ze slapped him on the side of the head again.

Bang Bang Bang!

Lin Ze struck left and right, slapped it one by one, and the white-robed man's face was swollen like a pig's head, like a dog with thin skin and a lot of meat.

The white robe can still stand, and he has the ability to stand. But his most precious self-esteem, the pride he cared about the most, and his most inviolable face were all gone.

For a time, the whole army was annihilated, and it fell for thousands of miles.

Bang Bang Bang!

After another three slaps, Lin Ze was like a never-say-die god of war, and the entire face of the white robe was completely deformed. Then, he turned around and kicked the white robe out of the way.

Thump!

The white-robed body was like a kite with a broken string, slamming straight into the wall, and then falling to the floor in free fall.

Flutter!

A mouthful of blood splattered out, soaking the soft carpet red, and despair and death appeared on his pale face.

He lost.

I was slapped in the face until I vomited blood.

No matter how hard he tries, he can't defeat the other party, he can't kill the other party, and he can't break the other party's confidence.

He lost badly, desolate and mournful.

He was lying on the ground with weak limbs like this, as if he was kneeling down to the victorious Lin Ze, as if he was making the deepest respect for him.

Lose, not terrible. It's not that the white robe hasn't lost. But he never lost like this, never lost so badly. Lin Ze not only defeated his body, but also destroyed his self-confident soul.

Defeated, defeated.

He knew that this defeat might cause him to not be able to stand up for the rest of his life.

But what else is it called? After losing so badly, is it necessary to stand up? Is there still any point in standing up?

There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart, and the death of a person is secondary. This sentence could not be more appropriate to describe the white robe at this moment.

"That's his strategy?" Aunt Xue Jia's arc was extremely rich and full of surprise on her foxy face, and she was quite admiring. "Knowing that after a battle with the black robe, he will no longer be able to defeat the white robe, which is only strong but not weak, with conventional strategy, then it will ruin its pride and tear its face. Destroy him with violence? A good one kills 800 enemies and loses 8,000 himself. If he wants to play with power, he will inevitably be a big man at the level of Cao Gong. ”

"Just won?" Xue Gui raised his eyebrows and muttered. "This guy is so perverted."

"Xue Gui." Aunt Xue said. "You said that he didn't have your heart and distractions, and you weren't crazy, and you were wrong. He doesn't want to be crazy with you, it's you who don't get to the level of his madness. Do you know why I said that you have his five achievements and the ancestral grave is smoking? Because you only study tactics in a fight, and he has risen to the level of strategy. This is a chasm that many people will not be able to cross in their lifetime. You have the qualifications to cross the past, but you may not be able to cross it for the rest of your life. ”

"Why?" Xue Gui humbly asked.

"Because you're missing something." Aunt Xue glanced at Lin Ze in the center of the arena with a stunning gaze.

"What's that?" Xue Gui was confused.

"The determination to win a battle that must be lost." Aunt Xue said slowly. "It's not just you who lack it, most people do."

"Auntie, do you have it?" Xue Gui asked.

The aunt of the Xue family pursed her lips and smiled, smiling upside down.

Lin Ze silently glanced at the white-robed man who was prostrate on the ground, his face was expressionless, he turned his body that was not burly, but it was a little too majestic, his dark eyes looked around, and he spit out a sentence coldly: "Who else wants to fight?" ”

The audience was silent.

Lin Ze's identity is just a small bodyguard of the Han family. But at this moment, his momentum and weight are no less than the women of the Xue family sitting at the main table.

Even, people have forgotten his small and weak identity, in their eyes, this is a god, an undefeated god of war. Whether it will be after tonight or not. But tonight, no one dared to challenge the majesty of this god of war.

No one.

Chen Xueqin's flickering face was intertwined with shock and remorse, as if the chair was coated with universal glue, she couldn't stand up, and her legs were even softer. She knew that it was crushed by the young man in the center of the field, covered in blood.

Invisible oppression!

It is not only her who oppresses, but also the giants in the audience.

After losing two top powerhouses in Yanjing in a row, the name Lin Ze is destined to spread throughout Yanjing tonight and fall into the ears of all business giants.

Some people will always do something absurd to the point of inexplicability in the eyes of others, but for them, as long as they like it, as long as they are happy, they will do it, and do it generously.

For example, the women of the Xue family.

She got up, curvy and dizzyingly left the table, and walked towards Lin Ze, who was standing in the center of the field.

She stepped on a pair of drab heels, which were quite out of place with her purple cheongsam. But she likes this combination, fresh enough, bizarre enough.

She walked unhurriedly towards Lin Ze, and Xue Gui followed behind her. Always keep that one meter away that is not too far and not too close.

She pulled out a snow-white silk handkerchief from her cheongsam, embroidered with a blooming violet flower, as dazzling and unique as her nickname.

Lin Ze stared at the approaching woman calmly, until the woman of the Xue family walked up to him, handed out the handkerchief that was destined to be stained with her mysterious body fragrance, and spit out a sentence "A man like you, I would be happy to make a friend", his stiff expression began to loosen.

There was a touch of brilliance in his eyes, staring at the woman's jade hand that was more beautiful than the pianist, and after a long time, his muscular twitching face squeezed out a smile that was ten thousand times more ugly than crying, took the handkerchief that still had residual warmth, and said: "I don't exclude making friends with rich women." ”

~~ I can't write the fifth chapter.,In the last few days, I've been coding words in a state of oppression.,It's very tiring and tired.。 If you don't pay the chapter you owe tomorrow, you will pay it back the day after tomorrow. Above~