Chapter Twenty-Eight: Evil Spirits Emerge
"Do you think he's going to kill a lot of people?" asked Haoyun.
"Look at his next game, it's not too unstable, it's obvious that he has just practiced martial arts, just practiced martial arts, it is impossible to kill so many people!" Hao Po said affirmatively.
In the eyes of those who practice martial arts, ordinary people are flaws everywhere, and those who practice martial arts cover up their shortcomings after training, so that there are no flaws in the whole body.
For example, in boxing, he can increase the strength and speed of his arms in his hands, so that he can react faster when fighting against people.
Train your legs to be stronger, and be able to be as hard as iron when you are hit.
Long-term exercise can make the muscles produce inertia, naturally, the feet are more powerful, grasp the ground, if necessary, the center of gravity of the legs can be changed at will, and the enemy will not be easily knocked down.
And Xiaoshan has only been practicing martial arts for a few days, and it is impossible for him to be so loose in the next plate, both legs are struggling, and one foot is hit in an instant, and it is only possible to fall down, and the gap between those who practice martial arts and those who do not practice martial arts is huge.
That's why Hao Po is so sure, I don't know how many people this sword has killed, he is an ordinary person in the fourteenth or fifth five, even if he has killed people, it is impossible to kill so many.
"Sha!Sha!!"
A breeze blew, and the branches swayed, making a sound.
The birds in the jungle flew out of the forest, and there was a burst of bird chirping.
"There's murderous aura around here!" Hao Po said, looking around.
Haotian and the others immediately woke up, observing the surroundings, and the sword in their hands was slowly unsheathed, beware of possible dangers.
"Sasha!" The branches shook even more violently, and the grass underneath shook as well.
The trunk of the cannibal tree, which was blown by the wind, was also shaking, as if it was very frightened, and the branches that had been hanging in the ground quickly shrank and surrounded the torso, as if it was protecting itself.
A large patch of grass was exposed, and the surroundings became extremely empty.
There were only man-eating trees and grass, but no animals. Only the leaves are shaking, there is nothing. But they moved cautiously, subconsciously feeling as if they were going to rush out of the enemy at any moment.
"Approaching fast!" Hao Po said heavily.
"They're all around!" Haotian said with a solemn expression.
"What is it?" Ruoxi asked.
"It seems to be an animal like a cheetah, it's a social animal! Everyone be careful! Pay attention to your surroundings!" Hao Po said with a sword in his hand and an attacking posture.
Xiao Shan's heart was beating sharply, his heart was beating faster, he was nervous, he was afraid.
He turned his head to look at Ruoxi, her expression did not change much, only cautious.
The more nervous he became, the sword in his hand tightened, the killing aura in his mind became heavier and heavier, and his mind went blank, not knowing what he was thinking.
His hands were trembling, and he seemed to be running out of control of himself.
"It's getting closer! There could be an attack from all sides at any moment," Haotian added.
"Left! flash!" Hao Po reminded as he looked at the swaying grass in front of him.
Hearing the voice, Ruoxi immediately reacted, looked back, and from the grass behind him, a wolf rushed out, grinned with his teeth, and rushed straight to the hill.
Ruoxi immediately looked at Xiaoshan, where Xiaoshan was holding the sword, motionless, and didn't look back.
She grabbed Xiaoshan's right arm and pulled it hard, and stopped Xiaoshan into her arms!
The wolf lifted his legs, pounced quickly, and landed on the grass in front of him.
Unable to strike, he quickly turned, without the slightest hesitation, and quickly fled to the right.
Everything was between the lightning and flint, and before the sword in Haotian's hand could be stabbed out, the wolf had already fled, running into the grass, and the figure disappeared quickly, as if everything had never lived.