Ye Que looked at his big hand, and reflexively stretched out his hand to grab the other party. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info A brief touch in the air, like a chicken paw facing a bear's paw, no matter how you look at it, the night lack that is as small as a chicken paw should be the weak side.

It was just a short touch, and the muscles of Ye Que's hand began to vibrate at a high speed, and the frequency was much higher than before, and even the air around the hand thought that the reason for the high-speed vibration was a little blurry.

The old man obviously felt that something was wrong, and wanted to withdraw the palm of the funds, but it was too late.

Like piercing tofu, Ye Que's hand easily passed through the center of the old man's palm, pressed down, and firmly clasped the opponent's wrist.

A sharp pain came, and the old man's original regret was long gone, and he only felt the severe pain and how to get out of the current situation.

"You... You let me go, let go. The palm of his hand was pierced, and his arm was stuck in it, and the severe pain made the old man feel the urge to faint, wanting to bend his fingers, but he didn't listen to the control, as if the meridians and bones of the entire palm had been completely destroyed.

The arm that was grabbed by Ye Que Qiang wanted to be withdrawn, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the steel-like clamp.

Tilting his head slightly, hearing the old man's words, Ye Que didn't have any reaction, and the palm that clasped his wrist was slowly increasing in strength as always.

The wrist that was held by the night gap kept shrinking with the increase of strength, and the originally thick wrist shrank to only the thickness of the night gap's fist in the blink of an eye, which was twice as small.

With the crisp sound of bones shattering, the old man's screams rang out again.

The continuous sharp pain almost drove the old man into madness, and he desperately bombarded his other fist and dragged his own night short. The huge fist slammed into almost all of Ye Que's position without hesitation, making a dull crashing sound, like two high-speed cars colliding face to face.

The fist is big, the force is very strong, and the speed is very fast, and each swing of the punch can drive a large amount of air to surge, forming a rapid wind, blowing the somewhat messy hairstyle of the night even more.

Ye Que didn't care, standing motionless, letting the other party's fist mission hit him.

As dense as raindrops, as fierce as a sudden wind, but Ye Que can not move at all, even if the dancing fist can throw out the sound of air explosion, for Ye Que, it seems to be completely non-existent.

From beginning to end, he simply looked at the old man, without superfluous movements, but his eyes were too frightening, and with the two red tear stains on his face, there was a kind of desperate beauty.

The speed at which the old man swung his fist began to slow down, and his strength began to weaken, but he still sprinkled his fist at the night as if he didn't want money.

The fist slammed into the night short, but in fact, it didn't even touch the night short's body.

Whenever the fist is about to touch the body of the night short, the muscles of the part of the night will vibrate violently, and the high-speed vibration makes the air form a layer of extremely strong barriers, although the existence time is very short, but it can completely take every attack of the old man, only the thickness of a peanut, but the fist can not advance a bit. But the almost crazy old man didn't pay attention at all, he just knew that he couldn't let the so-called research materials let him go after countless powerful smashes.

The reduction of the wrist was pinched to the minimum by the night shortage, and perhaps with a little more force, the entire wrist would be pinched off by the night shortage.

But the night lack stopped the output of strength, and there were faint signs of relaxation.

The old man was overjoyed to be able to feel the changes in the other party from his wrist, and his manic mood slowly stabilized, and he still struggled hard, trying to pull his arm out of Ye Que's hand.

Before I could savor it, I felt that my wrist was being held vibrating slightly, from low to high, until the amplitude began to get bigger and bigger, and I realized that something was wrong.

The frequency of the vibrations was very high, which the old man had never encountered, and except for a little worry, his eyes were full of curiosity.

"What's going on, how did you do it?" The old man spoke, to such an extent that he was able to ask his opponent questions, and then this matter occupied a considerable proportion of his heart.

Ye Que didn't answer, he looked at him quietly, he didn't even blink his eyes, like a wood carving, but there was a very ominous aura in his eyes.

The shaking did not stop, the amplitude continued to increase, and the old man's eyes changed from curiosity to fear.

At close range, I can see that my entire arm is constantly dehydrated and atrophied under the constant high-frequency vibration.

The high frequency of vibration allows the water to evaporate faster.

Although he didn't feel any pain, seeing what happened to his arm like this filled his heart with fear no matter what.

Without the slightest hesitation, the old man raised his other hand and swung it down towards his shoulder. Speed and strength can cut off the otherwise thick arm effortlessly. But now, as soon as I touched it, the whole arm turned into a little fragment, without the blood splashed as I imagined, and it was not like the common sense of tearing the belt meat, just like the air-dried vegetables in the instant noodles, without a trace of water, and it would break when touched.

Broken from his shoulder, his entire arm fell to the ground and cracked into countless pitch-black pieces.

The old man took a few steps back, looked at Ye Que with a very complicated look, and touched the broken part of his shoulder with one hand, there was no blood, only a black and dry charred substance, which was the bones and muscles after complete dehydration. The gloomy smile on his face was still gone, but instead he had a serious face, and his dry and cracked lips trembled slightly.

"Bastard, look what you've done." A loud shout came out of the old man's mouth, and he smashed his fist at the night again.

Without the slightest hesitation, the conditioned reflex made Ye Que also raise his fist and blast towards the old man, faintly visible that the fist was shaking slightly, and the air in front of the fist began to deform and twist slightly.

Without direct contact, the old man's fist was still half a foot away from Ye Que's head, and he could feel a twisted pressure coming towards him.

There is no possibility of dodging at all, the speed is very fast, the range is too wide, Ye Que waved his fist as if directing a storm, the strong wind pressure blew the old man's wrinkles away, and then it was as if he was directly hit by a truck, and his body was completely in the air, flying backwards at a rapid speed.

The door made a very miserable concussion sound, the old man's body directly smashed the heavy metal double-leaf door into the dent, as if trapped inside, the old man took a lot of effort to break free from the door, relieved for a while, and saw that the other party was walking towards him unhurriedly, I don't know if it was an illusion, the old man felt that the body of the night was twisted very much, and the whole person was crooked, as if it was no longer on the same plane.

Looking at the desperate eyes again, the old man shuddered all over, and as soon as he turned around, he threw himself at the electronic lock by the door.

I don't know if it's providence or because my fingers are too thick, but it's always wrong to enter the password many times, the more panicked he is, the more busy he becomes, the old man licks his lips that have cracked, but the beads of sweat on his forehead are dripping desperately, and he doesn't even care about wiping it, just keeps repeating the password

The trembling fingers could tell that he must be very nervous at this time.

"Beep", the password was entered incorrectly again, the old man sighed heavily, raised his fingers and prepared to enter it again, but his head involuntarily hit the metal door in front of him, unable to control it, and unable to control it. There was only a loud bang, and there was an intimate contact between the head and the metal gate, which made the old man a little dizzy.

It was the night that came quietly behind the old man, like a ghost, he clearly saw the steps, but he couldn't hear a trace of footsteps, he simply stretched out his hand, grabbed the old man's head and pressed towards the metal door.

The power seems to be great, and it may not match the small palm. The old man could only feel his head being pressed down, but he was powerless to resist, and most importantly, his face, which seemed to be rubbing against the metal gate.

Although the amplitude is small, the frequency is extremely high, and with little effort, the old man's face has been ground off a thick layer of flesh and skin, and blood is dripping, but not a single drop has slipped.

From the beginning of stretching out his arm to push out of the metal door, to the irregular swinging of his fist behind him, it has not caused substantial interference to the night shortage.

The old man could clearly feel that the water in his body was constantly draining, and the strength of his resistance was getting smaller and smaller.

"I'm not reconciled, why... In the panicked wail, the old man's body drooped weakly, and his entire body was extremely dehydrated and shrunk several times. Ye Que held his head high, as if he was directly holding a skeleton.

"Bang" was a crisp cracking sound, and the head was only shattered by the night, just like the head held by Xiang Lan, there was no blood, and some were just eye-catching dust.

Dry, extremely dry, like a cremated corpse, it becomes dust at the slightest knock.

The body that lost its head fell directly to the ground, and everything except for the thick joints that was covered by clothes, all of them fell into dust.

Ye Que didn't react, just withdrew his hand and stood in place in a daze, without any movement, not even blinking his eyes, looking at the metal door in front of him with his eyes open.

A display screen descended from the ceiling, as high as the night, and after a brief snowflake, a figure suddenly appeared on the screen.

"Subject Three, long time no see." Figures came from all directions, with the closed mouths on the screen, which had a three-dimensional effect.

It successfully attracted the attention of Ye Qian, turned around, and looked at the screen in front of him quietly with red eyes, his eyes were still so ethereal, like the reincarnation of demons, making the whole space full of despair。。。。。