Chapter 161: Two Choices
However, the speed of the Seraphic Angel was one point faster than that of the Yan Angel, and she grabbed the box and put it away, and the Yan Angel pounced.
βshit!β
After the miss, Yan Angel was extremely annoyed, and then he slowly turned to Chen Ang's side.
Although he didn't get the thing to complete the task with his own hands, he assisted meritoriously, and the Seraphs didn't dare to swallow the reward alone.
At this time, Yan Angel is eyeing Chen Ang, the head of this devil is worth 10 billion!
Although Chen Ang's strength was very strong before, he believed that Chen Ang was injured now, and his strength would definitely be greatly reduced.
"Devil, it seems that Lao Tzu can only take your head back to receive the reward."
"Brother Angzi, you go quickly." Before Lin Yao could cry to Chen Ang about what had happened to her, she heard Yan Angel's murderous words.
And Lin Yao has seen the strength of Yan Angel with his own eyes, and even the powerful Instructor Liu in his hands can't pass a round.
"Yaoyao, don't worry, you and Instructor Liu step aside." Chen Ang gave Lin Yao a reassuring look.
Then he looked at Yan Angel and sneered, "My head, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it away." β
"I've got to try." Yan Angel didn't believe that Chen Ang still had much strength, and the whole person rushed towards Chen Ang, and red feathers kept shooting out in his hands.
The feathers are like flames.
This is the hidden weapon of the Angel Group, this hidden weapon is very sharp, even the person who carries it, it needs to be carefully kept and used.
And the hidden weapon that flew out can even pierce the iron sheet, let alone the flesh of a person!
Chen Ang didn't force these hidden weapons, he ripped off the clothes on his body, and the internal force poured into the clothes, sweeping at those hidden weapons.
Overcome rigidity with softness!
Although these hidden weapons are very sharp, but Che Ang's clothes are like cotton, you come and I retreat, and after easing the momentum, change the direction of the hidden weapons.
Yan Angel had already rushed in front of Chen Ang, and he pulled out a soft sword from his waist, the soft sword was as thin as a cicada's wings, reflecting the light, like a poisonous snake sweeping in.
Chen Ang was shrouded in hundreds of sword shadows, every pore on his body was open, and his cold hair stood on end.
This was caused by the coldness of the sword qi, but Chen Ang's expression was calm, the soft sword in his eyes was not so complicated, and the speed was infinitely slowed down.
Suddenly, Chen Ang suddenly stretched out two fingers and clamped them, and the sword shadow in the sky disappeared instantly, and Chen Ang clamped the thin sword blade between his two fingers.
"How is that possible?" Yan Angel screamed when he saw this scene, and his face was incredulous.
"Good sword, it's a pity that you don't deserve this sword!" Chen Ang laughed lightly, his fingers were like iron tongs, and Yan Angel couldn't pull his sword away at all.
At this time, Chen Ang punched out, it was such a simple punch.
However, his speed was too weird, Yan Angel had already taken precautions, but Chen Ang's hand instantly bypassed and penetrated through the empty door he exposed.
Bang!
Yan Angel directly accepted Chen Ang's punch, and the terrifying power instantly broke the ribs in his chest, and Yan Angel also flew out upside down.
Chen Ang was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but when he heard the wind in his ears, he immediately knew that it was the Seraphic Angel who also shot, and Chen Ang immediately returned a punch.
Rumble!
The fists of the two met in the air, and the terrifying internal force stirred up a circle of ripples, and Chen Ang and the Seraphic were both shocked back by each other.
Every time the two of them landed, the floor under their feet would be trampled open, and spider-silk cracks appeared around the floor slab.
Poof!
At this time, the Seraphic Angel vomited a mouthful of blood, and when her body shook, she sat down, her face turned pale, and she only felt weak.
So, the Seraphic looked at Chen Ang angrily, "You did something on the box?" β
"You dare to move my devil's things, I can only say that you are like other women, with big breasts and no brains." Chen Ang chuckled.
However, when the words fell, Chen Ang suddenly felt two unfriendly glances, looked at Lin Yao and Instructor Liu, Chen Ang smiled dryly: "Of course, it doesn't include Yaoyao and Instructor Liu." β
The two women snorted, Chen Ang withdrew his gaze, grabbed the soft sword in his hand and held the hilt of the sword, Chen Ang played lightly a few times, and looked at Yan Angel with a smile.
"I'll finish you off with this sword."
"Give me back my sword!" Yan Angel's eyes were red, he spent more than a billion yuan on this sword, and asked the top foreign swordsmiths to use high-tech forging, and it took two years to succeed.
This time he came out to do the mission, and he just got the sword in his hand.
Yan Angel released the angel feathers again, and pieces of angel feathers swept over Chen Ang's whole body at a tricky angle.
Chen Ang poured his internal force into the soft sword, and the soft sword was suddenly driven like an arm, playing a dazzling set of swordsmanship, and taking over the hidden weapon of Yan Angel.
Then, Chen Ang stepped forward with an arrow, and with a soft sword in his hand, he suddenly hit Yan Angel's wrist and instantly cut Yan Angel's tendons.
Yan Angel screamed and retreated frantically, his wrists clenched and his eyes full of resentment.
Chen Ang looked at Yan Angel with disdain, "Using a sword in front of my Huaxia people, you are simply an axe, maybe you have forgotten how many sword saints have been produced in my Huaxia." β
"Devil, today's hatred, I Yan Angel will slaughter all the relatives around you!"
Yan Angel turned and fled, leaving behind threatening words.
Seeing this, Chen Ang was about to chase after him, but at this time, countless bullets broke through the air, and Chen Ang had to retreat and wave his soft sword to take these bullets.
When Chen Ang went to see Yan Angel again, the other party was gone, Chen Ang frowned slightly, Yan Angel's words made him very worried.
But he couldn't chase him just now, otherwise Lin Yao and Instructor Liu would definitely die under the rain of bullets.
Unable to catch the Yan Angel, Chen Ang just looked at the Seraphic Angel who was so soft that he was on the side, and the latter didn't even have the strength to speak at this time.
Chen Ang walked over, took out the poison bag from between the Seraph's teeth, and then carried the Seraph, and left the Flying Dragon Hotel with Lin Yao and Instructor Liu.
After a while, Chen Ang temporarily arranged Lin Yao and Instructor Liu in the Three Musketeers Villa, and he carried the Seraphic Angel to a separate room.
In the room, Chen Ang crossed Erlang's legs, looking at the Seraphic Angel floating on the table, his proud figure, even Chen Ang's eyes flashed with amazement.
"Tell me, how many of you are here? Also, what is that thing, and why do you care so much? β
Chen Ang asked indifferently.
The reason why he kept the Seraph, naturally, was not because he coveted the beauty of the Seraph, but because he intended to ask for some news from his mouth.
The Seraphic looked at Chen Ang calmly and said, "You should know the rules of our industry, I won't say it." β
"Don't force me to torture, hehe, you have such a good figure, I don't mind letting you experience the pleasure of a woman when you are dying." Chen Ang stared at the Seraphic Angel with an evil gaze.
When the Seraphic Angel heard this, his eyes suddenly condensed, "I can be fortunate to be killed by the devil, I die without regrets, come on, knead me fiercely." β