Runaway, Ghost Doll (4)

Di Cheng's deep pupils shrank slightly, a little essence flowed, and the sharp breath broke out of the body, and the aura of the human emperor who had been building up for a long time exuded terrifying power, and the whole person was like an ice sword out of the sheath, the chill was agitated, and the determination was piercing.

He is not good at assassination and counterattack killing, not to mention that the opponent is still a royal-level powerhouse, but this does not hinder his fighting spirit, he has long wanted to appreciate the speed of the Wind Shadow Bearer, and see what qualifications he has to claim to be the fastest in the world!

"Yaya, tonight...... Help me ...... once" Di Cheng hugged his teeth, stroked his short hair, and whispered softly.

He looked at Di Cheng fixedly, without words or statement, but after a moment of tranquility, his body curled up slightly, leaning lightly in Di Cheng's arms, his eyes slowly closed, covering his dead pupils, as if a delicate baby was sleeping soundly under the comfort of his relatives.

However......

The delicate body like magnetic jade trembled slightly in the "deep sleep", the soft limbs were a little tight, especially the tips of the fingers, which were stiffened into the shape of eagle claws, and the unprecedented cold aura was permeating outward, with a faint hint of blood, and even Di Cheng, who was holding him, felt that his aura was disturbed.

Chilly! Resentment! Mori Leng! Entwined into a thick dangerous aura!

The breathing of the two gradually slowed and sank, and the sharp and eerie aura spread outward in the entanglement, completely encompassing the surrounding environment.

Playing with Yuzawa Nakamura, you don't have to expect any shocking duels, gorgeous collisions, let alone head-to-head confrontations and move competitions. As the world's top killer and the master of speed in today's world, Yuzawa Nakamura and Hana Ryei advocate one-hit kills!

Clean and without dragging! Don't waste any shot, every shot will definitely achieve the desired effect!

To outsiders, "assassination" may be a despicable method, disgusting and hateful. But in the hands of some people, it has become an art, an art that shakes the world, a nightmare and a demon in the hearts of others.

Di Cheng didn't dare to be careless, and did his best to relax his spirit and feel the fluctuations of the aura around him.

Nakamura Yuzawa did not reappear after disappearing, but Di Cheng firmly believed that he would never leave here, and must be hiding somewhere at the moment, quietly watching himself, waiting for the right hunting opportunity.

The tense atmosphere circulated in the air, gathering more and more like catkins, almost freezing the space. It was as if the whole world had fallen silent, everything was gone, and only their individual individuals faced the darkness in solitude.

I don't know when a little bead of sweat appeared on Di Cheng's forehead, brushed his cheeks and slid silently, gathered on his chin, and finally dripped quietly.

Burst! Beads of sweat collided with the branches, making an almost faint and inaudible sound. But in the environment at this moment, it is no less than a dull drum and trumpet, which is heavily beaten in the solidified aura, causing obvious ripples.

Di Cheng didn't dare to move, didn't dare to be distracted, waited vigilantly, and was also suppressing the power that almost wanted to erupt.

As time passed, Di Cheng's calm breathing began to fluctuate slightly, and he had to admit that this seemingly calm confrontation was actually more physically exhausting, more energy-consuming, and more testing of a person's psychological quality than a fierce fight.

But at this time, there must be no irritability or impatience, let alone blind action, otherwise once the flaws are revealed, what awaits will be the embrace of death.

Unconsciously, fifteen minutes have passed, and Nakamura Yuzawa has not appeared from beginning to end, Di Cheng and Yaya show no signs of slackening, if they want, this confrontation can even be delayed until dawn, and then dark!

However, in the quiet waiting, Di Cheng gradually tried to change his situation, from passive waiting to active searching, and was lucky to find a few suspicious places.

In a defenseless state, Di Cheng didn't dare to say that he could catch Nakamura Yuzawa, but in the case of full vigilance, he had a lot of confidence!

At the moment when Di Cheng and Nakamura Yuzawa started a confrontation, Yang Jing, who was hundreds of meters away, finally ushered in the enemy they were looking forward to!

A roar mixed with endless tyranny rolled across the battlefield, accompanied by abnormal chaos and screams, faintly overpowering all shouts and resonances, and also attracted the attention of many people.

"Northeast direction!" Yang Jing, Tu Qingcang, Meiyan, and Fang Zhongshou set their eyes on the northeast almost at the same time.

The weird and sharp roar sounded again, and the screams continued one after another, I don't know if it was psychological, that kind of roar was like a drum and trumpet leading the battle, provoking the restless fighting spirit in their hearts, as if calling them!

"Let's go!" Yang Jing's eyes were shining, he let out a low shout, jumped down from the tree, and rushed wildly with a tungsten gold stick, Tu Qingcang finally looked at the northeast direction, his majestic body fell to the ground with a bang, and beckoned the snow lion to follow.

In the rapid rush, the roar became clearer and clearer, the screams became more and more obvious, the chaotic scene could almost be imagined in their minds, Yang Jing and Tu Qingcang's eyes were dead, their expressions were hideous, and the manic battle intent erupted like a volcano, ignoring the broken wood, ignoring the fire, ignoring the interception, ignoring all the obstacles along the way, all the way forward, pointing straight to the northeast!

The momentum is like a rhinoceros that has been stimulated and gone berserk.

In just a few minutes, he frantically rushed through a distance of hundreds of meters and reached the edge of the battlefield. The light here was a little dim, there were no clashes of guns, and it should have been relatively quiet, but the scene was far more intense than any area inside the battle circle.

At this moment, dozens of members of the Black Martial Arts are roaring fiercely, waving iron rods and rushing to kill, like predatory wolves, with wild momentum, going forward one after another!

In the face of the impact of this elite black military detachment, in the face of the crazy wielding of dozens of fine steel rods, and in the face of the terrifying momentum of the hideous blood, I am afraid that anyone will have to weigh their courage and strength, otherwise they will plunge headlong into it, and it is likely to turn into a puddle of meat sauce immediately.

But the situation at the scene was just the opposite, seven or eight black warriors roared and bombarded, and the next second they screamed and flew back, and five or six black warriors were tumbling in the air, but they were thrown miserably with the same result, accompanied by terrible screams and scarlet blood.

There were more than a dozen tattered corpses on the messy and chaotic grounds, with cracked heads and internal organs dripping out, as if they had been torn to pieces by some kind of wild beast, bloody and cruel, and the stench hit people, strongly irritating people's eyes and stomach.

On the edge of the battlefield, there were many members of the Yakuza and some people from the Soul Burial Army, but none of them went to support, but stared blankly at the killing in front of them, looking at the beast-like figure, and a throbbing trembled in their hearts.

"Black Force, get out of the way!!" With a thunderous roar, Yang Jing, who was rushing wildly, stepped violently, and with the momentum of rushing forward, he soared into the air, and the tungsten gold stick he held was wrapped in the manic momentum of the mountain and the tsunami, and he went straight to the battle circle six meters away.

Command? Familiar sound, familiar momentum! The members of the black martial arts were ecstatic in their hearts, and hurriedly stopped the momentum of rushing forward, dodged to the side, and the black-robed figure inside appeared.

Well? The black-robed man who was killing wantonly frowned slightly, but his evil intent was not reduced, his offensive was not weak, he twisted and moved in the churn, and accurately intercepted in the direction of Yang Jing's impact, his knees curled slightly, and he was tumbling violently, and his reaction and speed were as fast as lightning; Attack, take off, wild as a beast.

In mid-air, the body was churning, and a leg sweep slammed into the lower abdomen of Yang Jing!

The whole process takes place in the minutes and seconds, and a series of afterimages are still stopping along the way, and the impact has successfully hit.

Bang!! The toes collided with the abdominal muscles, bursting out like a rock collision, and the manic power was like a rushing flood, whistling and churning, all of which focused on Yang Jing's lower abdomen, and then swept through most of his body.

Yang Jing was struck by lightning, and the wild momentum was curbed on the spot, the stomach churned, the blood refluxed, and the heart was strongly impacted, and the viscous blood spurted out! The majestic figure of more than 300 catties was thrown out so fiercely.

"Give me back!!" The dull roar sounded again, and Tu Qingcang appeared beside the black-robed man as if he had crossed space, and the timing was just at the moment when the opponent's "offensive had just fallen, and the strength of the rear was difficult to continue", and the iron fist full of steel spikes tore out a piercing whistling energy, heading straight for the black-robed man's head.

At the same time, Meiyan shot into the air, passing by the black-robed man, but the puppet that followed closely rushed to it under the traction and control of the silk thread, and with the short movement of Meiyan's right arm, the puppet's right hand suddenly soared, stabbing the black-robed man's lower abdomen.

The two work together perfectly! Wild and ruthless, complement each other!

The abrupt attack and swift attack appeared next to the black-robed man's body in an instant!

There is no way to avoid it!

However......

At this critical juncture, the body of the black-robed man churned incredibly violently, as if he had already expected their appearance, and he had been preparing and waiting all the time.

It's a strange and awkward feeling, but it's real, in the hundredth of a second......

Erupt!!!

The upper body flips, avoiding the iron fist, the right hand is together, and the shot is fierce, the lower body is spinning, the feet are somersaulting, and the impact is violent!

A series of dazzling attacks, a series of misty and blurry afterimages flying, and a series of domineering and powerful attacks, together create a shocking visual impact and results!

Tu Qingcang and the puppet were injured at the same time, followed in the footsteps of Yang Jing, and flew out in embarrassment.

The three major gods, combined to kill, but the final result was a collective defeat!

Its feelings, its scenery, shocking the heart!

"Yikes!!" The black-robed man fell to the ground with a bang, his arms clenched, and he shook violently in the air, his head was raised, his eyes were scarlet, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a frenzied sharp roar!