Looking at Han Jue's murderous and gloomy eyes, Wang shuddered for no reason.

What the fuck dog mongrel?

Why do you hit me as soon as you meet?

A garbage and beast with tendons and flesh all over his body, I'm afraid he doesn't know the power of our Wang family.

You want to die!

Wang He, who retreated sharply, cursed wildly in his heart.

Ever since he became an Inhuman.

No matter in front of his peers or elders, he is always the only one who is arrogant and empty-eyed.

Only he can bully and suppress others.

Even if he is killed and disabled, who has the courage to come out and let out half a fart and say half a word?

The king really couldn't accept that someone dared to take the initiative to attack him.

His right hand was outstretched with lightning speed.

The transparent color of the palm emerges from the sky.

Quickly condenses into a quirky shaped brush.

The slender back handle was held in his hand.

The front end is huge.

It looks like a fried mushroom head.

Wang He held the brush and waved it wildly in front of him.

The layers of Qi energy quickly condensed into a wall that looked illusory and invisible.

The corners of his mouth lifted into a smug smile.

Except for the detention of the spirit general, few people outside know that he also has the mastery of the Wang family's family heirloom: Shen Tu.

One of the two major Danqing techniques in the Inhuman Realm.

One is to hook the innate Qi in the body through exercises.

Then, he used the brush simulated by the innate Yiqi to sketch and paint various objects.

Although these items are only condensed by Qi Jin, they are not physical objects.

But the power should not be underestimated.

The king still remembers.

He had seen his grandfather sketch a male lion with divine paint.

Tearing a young Inhuman alive into pieces and devouring it.

No matter what means the Inhumans used to fight back, they were never able to defeat the non-existent lion.

It was what he had always dreamed of.

It's a pity he's too young.

The strength is far from the elders.

There is only so much he can simulate.

Walls used to protect themselves are one of a kind.

But it should be enough to deal with the garbage outside.

After all, in the family, except for the genius cousin Wang Lin who made him jealous, no one could break this wall.

This wall is made of innate fire, hard and strong.

Even when the five-ton truck hit him with all his might, he was still unscathed.

It will only be the cars that will be destroyed.

And not his Qi wall.

These thoughts flashed through Wang Ji's mind.

The smug smile on his face lasted less than three seconds.

Witnessing Han's absolute momentum was like a bamboo, like breaking through a piece of sparse tofu and breaking through the Qi wall.

Wang and his whole body instantly stiffened and froze.

The expression is like a sculpture.

There was an incredible fear in his eyes.

The Qi wall that he was proud of was easily broken through by the other party, as if he was in a no-man's land.

It's like the way he felt when he first recruited a prostitute out of curiosity.

Eagles eat chicks.

Loose and loose does not feel any obstacles.

Han Jue, who made Wang He panic, like a tyrannosaurus taking off into the air, had a fierce momentum, and came over.

Wang He's sudden display of the Qi wall could not shake his determination to move forward.

Smash everything in the way with your body.

Blast all enemies with an iron fist.

He doesn't even mind using the egg as a weapon to swing at his opponent.

The means to the end are the good means.

Anyway, the ending is nothing more than two.

Either the opponent's blood is splattered in five steps.

Or you can beat the eggs yourself.

Han Jue's swollen flesh was knotted.

Pieces of bronze muscle twisted and entrenched like tree roots, slamming into the wall with a terrible impact.

Thorn~

The protective film that Wang He regarded as relying on was pierced by Han Jue's domineering power.

Han Jue's cold and murderous face appeared in front of Wang He's eyes.

Clearly visible.

Wang He suddenly flew out of the sky.

He could see the undisguised naked malice in Han Jue's eyes.

That's the obsession of trying to completely crush him into a puddle of meat sauce!

"Not good! Detention ......"

Syllable!

The panicked and desperate shouts came to an abrupt end.

A big hand of a pu fan with green tendons and a hard hand comparable to an iron plate grabbed Wang He's neck tightly.

Lifted him up in the air.

"The Soul Guards are going to be, aren't they? Arrest your mother! ”

Han Jue's eyes were fierce, and he stretched out his left hand to grab Wang and kick desperately on his legs, and shook it hard!

Click!

Broken lower leg bone......

Han Jue ignored the king and struggled.

The feeling of suffocation took the king out of breath.

He rolled his eyes and looked at the bloodthirsty devil man.

Two words flashed through my head: madman! Fucking neuropathy!

"Mud ...... Wow, wow...... Wow, too one hungry Ye Bu will spare Mud. ”

"Huh?"

If you dare to touch me, my grandfather won't spare you?

Han Jue understood Wang He's threat, and the corners of his mouth raised a hideous sneer.

"Whether your grandfather will spare me or not is a matter of the future, and your grandfather and I will definitely not spare you today."

Wang He watched as Han Jue grabbed his two arms.

Break off his fingers one by one.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the severe pain hits the soul.

The body felt as if it had been slashed open by a sharp axe.

A stream of heat moistened Wang's crotch and trouser legs.

Fear, despair, helplessness, pain, collapse......

Under the multiple blows, he urinated incontinence on the spot.

The king wept bitterly and tried to beg for mercy in a hoarse voice.

Han Jue, who was watching, frowned and shook his head, sighing again and again.

"Useless stuff. Lao Tzu was abused so badly by you at the beginning, he never peed his pants, and he never shed a single tear. It's ridiculous that a waste like you dares to show off your might everywhere. ”

The king's eyes widened.

A bolt of lightning struck his brain.

"Yes...... Mud! ”

He finally understood why the man in front of him gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Is it the two or five boys who were killed by him in the family cell three years ago?

What's his name?

It's been too long, and it's not an earth-shattering event for him.

It's been almost forgotten by him for a long time.

Han Jue put the king to the ground.

He bent down and crossed his hands on his armpits.

The king didn't know why, and was about to open his mouth to threaten and fight for a glimmer of life for himself.

Suddenly!

An indescribable pain came from his chest and swept through his body.

He hung his head with difficulty.

I saw that the other party's two hands were shining with a layer of silver luster at some point.

His fingers were as sharp as knives, all embedded in him.

What is he going to do?

Wang's mind went blank.

Tear and pull!

The last picture left for him is that he sees his body torn apart by the other party with fierce and violent power!

Wang Ji's eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

No! No! I still have a lot of big things to accomplish!

I also want to defeat those so-called geniuses of various sects and factions at the Luo Tian Dajiao and win glory for my grandfather!

How could I die!

He didn't blink an eye.

There is only deep remorse before the breath.

I regret that I shouldn't have provoked the devil in front of me.

"I've been looking forward to this day for a long time!"

"Wang Ai old turtle, your grandson went first, sooner or later it will be your turn!"

"You fucking wash your ass and wait for Lao Tzu!"

Facing the rising sun, Han Jue held a piece of corpse in each hand, and laughed wildly on his back towards the sky.

Let the blood spray all over his body.

The body that had just been washed in the morning was immediately dyed a blood-red.

He had imagined countless times how he would deal with Wang He.

castrated him and sent him back to the king's house, so as to strike at the king.

Then wait until Luo Tian Dajiao is in the arena to kill Wang He in public.

But when he really faced Wang He, Han Jue only had one thought left.

Shred him!

With his current strength to defeat Zhuge Qing and defeat Chai Yan, there is no reason to drag mud and water against the king of mere districts.

Letting him escape back to the Wang family is a big joke!

As for Luo Tian Dajiao.

As long as Wang Ai is obsessed with Tongtian and dies a king, there must be other kings who stand up.

When the time comes, give him all to pieces!

Let that old thing feel the fucking desperation!

Distance.

Xia He covered his mouth, feeling cold all over his body.

Looking at Han Jue, who was standing in the tragic picture and enjoying the baptism of blood, his delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

King and!

People from the Wang family!

Wang Ai's most beloved grandson!

He was torn into two pieces with his bare hands!

When did he become so brutal?

It's more ruthless than the whole sex!

PS: In order to imitate the emphasis of Wang and speak, Gou stomped on his left foot with his right foot, held down the fingers of his right hand with his left hand and broke them back, tears in pain, and then pinched his neck with his left hand to speak, almost out of breath, barely finding a trace of suffocation. Although it's almost meaningful, let's make do with it, and it's good to understand.

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