Chapter Ninety-One: Stealing Chickens Doesn't Make Rice
"Bang" a gunshot.
The figure of the female warrior suddenly froze.
Because there was already a hideous and terrifying blood hole on her smooth forehead, the look in her eyes quickly dimmed, and the corpse fell to the ground weakly with a "plop".
There was still a look of horror and disbelief on her originally pretty face.
She never thought that Fang Yu would actually have time to take out his hand to deal with her in the face of everyone's full siege.
I thought that I would be the backhand and killer weapon that would determine the outcome of the game, but I didn't expect to die before I got out of the school, and as soon as my true purpose was revealed, I was cleanly killed by others.
"Yan Hong—"
One of the four men in black couldn't help but tear his eyes and screamed in pain, as if he had some kind of close relationship with the female warrior.
It's just that the next moment, he can't care about it.
Because Fang Yu's sword light had arrived, it directly submerged them like a tide.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The thunder roared, the void trembled, and the sword light and sword shadow collided and clashed in an instant.
A terrifying wind howled in all directions, like a hurricane passing through.
"Poof—"
Four black shadows erupted from the aftermath of the furious energy.
Four parabolas were drawn and fell heavily on the long street, blood spurting wildly, and bloody wounds all over his body.
Although he didn't die immediately, he still had air in and out of breath, and he obviously couldn't live.
"What?!"
Everyone present couldn't help but be surprised.
"How is this possible!"
Zhu Peng, who was hiding in the dark from afar, almost fell out of his eyes!
This is not scientific, how could Fang Yu be so strong!
"Bastard—"
Boss Han was also taken aback, and then rushed into the sky with rage, and his eyes were almost on fire!
In the blink of an eye, Fang Yu had killed five of his right-hand men.
This is the team he has been operating for many years!
After this battle, even if he succeeded in taking Fang Yu down, it would be more than worth the loss.
After all, there are opportunities to make money, and even if it doesn't work out this time, you can wait for the next time.
But there are so many teams that are loyal, reliable, and handy.
He would be distressed to die one, let alone lose so much at once? This is like breaking one of his arms.
"Little brute, you leave it for me!"
Boss Han's face was angry, he let out a low roar, and rushed towards Fang Yu like a tiger descending from a mountain.
In mid-air, the long knife came out of its sheath, and one after another sword training light roared straight down towards Fang Yu.
Suddenly, in the perception of everyone, it was like a long river coming from the sky.
The vitality of heaven and earth was all attracted by the sword light, and the "rumbling" sea tide sounded, as if the waves swept the monstrous waves, just like the heavenly river poured, and the wind and clouds surged down like a torrent rushing downward.
"This majesty—"
"Attract the wind and clouds, this is a strong man at the level of a general!"
The onlookers couldn't help but be secretly frightened, and their eyes were brighter.
Even if there are such a cloud of masters in Dongjiang City, it is not easy to see the general-level masters make a move.
Many people's eyes looking at Fang Yu were full of surprise and speculation.
What kind of person is this kid, who can work for a general-level master to work hard for him.
"The surname Fang, now I see that you are not dead!"
Zhu Peng, who was hiding in the dark and peeking from afar, couldn't help but brighten his eyes when he saw this scene.
Although Fang Yu's strength far exceeded his expectations, in the final analysis, he was just a beginner and extraordinary martial artist, no matter how powerful he was, there was a limit!
He didn't believe it yet.
No matter how powerful you are, you're just a little warrior, can you still skip the level and challenge the generals?
In an instant, Fang Yu felt a fierce qi machine firmly lock him, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on his body.
The air machine oppresses, and the power oppresses people!
Although a martial artist does not refine his divine soul like a qi refiner, he can condense his divine thoughts and exert all kinds of incredible miraculous effects.
However, after advancing to the level of generals, the spiritual power has also become strong to a certain extent, and it is no longer a simple and rude victory against the enemy.
I also began to grasp the simple use of spiritual power.
This kind of qi oppression is a simple means of using spiritual power.
The effect is not significant when buying that pair of masters of the same level, but it is especially effective when dealing with opponents whose cultivation level is lower than their own.
In many cases, just the suppression of the qi machine can make the other party unable to have the mind to compete with it.
Even if he can barely get rid of the suppression of the qi in the end, his mental state will inevitably be restrained and affected, and it will be difficult to exert his true strength.
That's why the challenge is so difficult.
After all, the side with low cultivation would have been inferior in terms of hard power.
It is difficult to exert real strength under the effect of air pressure, and the gap between the two compartments will only be further magnified.
However, this trick may be invincible against others, but when it is used on Fang Yu's body, it is a miscalculation.
"Banmen has an axe. ”
Fang Yu snorted coldly, his body shook suddenly, like a wisp of light smoke, he broke out of the opponent's qi lock, and in the blink of an eye, he retreated back dozens of meters away.
Suddenly, Boss Han's qi oppression and the subsequent thunder blow all failed, and he could only land on the long street in vain.
Rumble!
The ground of the entire street fluctuated and shook like a dragon had turned over.
Everyone in the audience was blown by the powerful qi wave that spread out, and they retreated in all directions, their hearts were terrified, and their eyes were full of awe when they looked at Boss Han.
There was such an earth-shattering momentum under one blow.
This is the power of a general!
However, Boss Han's own face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
What's the use of Nima's popularity?
If you can't hit someone, it's not for nothing?
didn't even get a piece of the corner of someone's clothes, and the bigger the noise, the more ruthless his own face became!
"Paralyzed, Lao Tzu still doesn't believe in this evil!"
Boss Han cursed secretly in his heart, and swung his knife to chase him out again.
However, Fang Yu didn't plan to give him this chance again-
"Why the hell are you not done yet, it's my turn!"
A cold light flashed in Fang Yu's eyes, and his hand was like a phantom.
It only took less than a tenth of a second, and the two Thunder Eagles were already aiming at Boss Han who pounced on them in unison, and fired fiercely!
"Bang, bang, bang, bang......"
Shots rang out, tongues of fire spewed out, and furious bullets shot out like lightning with powerful kinetic energy.
"What a fast gun!"
Boss Han's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly.
No longer bothering to chase and kill Fang Yu, the aura on his body skyrocketed, and the war knife in his hand turned into a ball of fierce sword light and waved out.
Leaving a misty afterimage in the air, he swung a wall of sword light in front of him.
Sparks burst and collided with a roar.
Angry bullets collided with the airtight knife light, creating a fierce collision symphony. I want to talk about "I Have Projection in Journey to the West" with more like-minded people, "Chat with more book friends about your favorite books."