Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 114 Interception
The quick communication between him and Lin Mingke was completed in a very short time.

After a short delay, the thief ran away for tens of meters. Pan Ye ignored Lin Mingke and chased after the thief in the direction where he was fleeing.

Lin Mingke looked at Pan Ye's receding back, and muttered to himself, "It's him..."

The two of them, one in front and one behind, galloped quickly in the Lin Mansion.

"Why is this person so fast?"

"No, I can't let him run away anymore. It will be difficult to save Lin Yi after the Yongfu Gang's territory."

With a grim expression, Pan Ye took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his pocket, and the white light of the rosary in his right hand flashed past.

"Binding talisman, go!"

This talisman was specially reserved for him by the ancestor before he left. It is one of the three talismans of restraint, concealment and silence.

The talisman paper turned into a golden light, which attached to the thief with lightning speed.

His speed slowed down a beat visible to the naked eye, but only lasted half a breath before he broke free and regained his original speed.

Within half a breath, Pan Ye got closer to him by more than [-] meters, but it was not enough!
Pan Ye took out the last binding talisman, strengthened it, and threw it out again.

Nearly.

On the criss-cross roof of the Lin Mansion, Pan Ye was holding a silver dust gun, stepping on bricks and tiles, the tip of the gun was a little red.

This scarlet red is getting brighter and brighter, shining brightly in the dark night, dragging out a long trajectory.

"Ben Lei!"

The strength of the spear tip turned into a scarlet thunderbolt, and the spear tip was ignited.

Pan Ye held a flame gun in his hand, like a meteor, he stabbed at the back of the thief.

The thief felt a scorching breath behind him, and couldn't help but snorted coldly. He grabbed the clothes around Lin Yi's waist with his right hand, turned around, and there was an invisible ripple in the palm of his left hand, and slapped the tip of the Yinchen spear.

"What a powerful force."

Pan Ye let out a muffled snort, his body froze slightly.

The invisible ripples distorted the trajectory, and the strange force penetrated into Pan Ye's palm along the barrel of the gun. He was so shocked that he almost wanted to let go.

There was redness in the palm of the man, but it quickly dissipated into nothingness.

He shook his hands, not wanting to be entangled anymore, he smiled sullenly at Pan Ye, and turned to leave.

"Go away!"

Pan Ye regained his strength, opened up all his strength, and the tip of the spear slammed into a low blare, which exploded for more than one meter and almost formed a real flame. With the momentum of attack, he stopped the masked man from retreating.

"Where did the master come out, why is it so difficult to deal with?"

The masked man frowned, knowing that once this person approached, he would not be able to evacuate easily, he moved his ears, heard the noise gradually coming from a distance, put down Lin Yi, and compared ten to Pan Ye.

"Within ten breaths, I will solve you."

The masked man's center of gravity sank, and his hands slowly raised, posing an ancient fist.

The air around him surged, and invisible power burst out from his dantian, sweeping around.

"Seventh Grade? And this familiar boxing frame."

Pan Ye was like a rock in the tide, holding the Silver Dust Gun tightly, standing still.

With a thunderous "hum", Pan Ye's ears rang slightly, and the masked man suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already a few feet in front of him, punching out.

"what!"

The invisible airflow wrapped around Pan Ye and turned into layers of resistance, hindering his movements.

Facing the suspected seventh-rank enemy, Pan Ye was not afraid, but his spirit was slightly excited.

"That's what's interesting."

A big sun with complex and precise runes appeared in his mind, scorching air gushed out around his body, blowing away the invisible aura engulfed by the masked man, and raised his gun to block it.

thump~
The dull crash sounded far away, and the tiles on the roof where the two fought were shattered, revealing the dark room below.

The masked man lightly stepped on the tiles with one foot, leaped into the air with his strength, and the continuous force supported him to float in the air.

The airflow swirled violently, forming a thin wind wall around the masked man, and the wind wall shrank again, turning into two highly condensed small whirlwinds that appeared between his fists.

He looked down at Pan Ye from a high position, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon locking its prey, and he let out a soft breath: "Yu Liuqi!"

The next moment, Pan Ye was enveloped by a storm of fists.

His breathing was slightly stagnated by the violent wind.

Faced with the masked man's attack, Pan Ye's heart was beating wildly, the blood in his brain was circulating at a high speed, and he was in a state of high excitement.

"True Yang!"

The scorching breath ignited the brain, and with a bang, Pan Ye's brain was filled with irritable emotions, and the pupils of his eyes turned reddish.

This is a new move he learned from the mysterious flame ball after waking up.

Let yourself burst out with extraordinary strength in a short period of time, but the side effect is that your muscles are sore and weak, and you cannot use your strength for five days.

The enemy was a seventh-rank warrior, and it was difficult to deal with it with ordinary methods. In order to keep this person, Pan Ye made a decisive decision and used this move.

An invisible force not weaker than the masked man spread from Pan Ye's body, forming a state of confrontation.

The strong wind pressure blew on Pan Ye's cheek, and he yelled, "Good time!"

The silver dust gun flashed, and the gun flame ignited from the head back, and the whole long gun turned into a flaming red flame gun, locking the enemy's position, and the tip of the gun was sharpened.

Whoosh whoosh!
The tip of the gun cut through the airflow, and a sharp whistling sound erupted, brazenly facing the masked man's fist.

Under the moonlight, on the roof, two people who couldn't see clearly collided with each other sometimes, and sometimes they touched each other. The ring-shaped strong wind kept vibrating from the place where they fought, causing the trees to tremble and the tiles to shatter. , this place is close to the edge of Linfu, and the surrounding houses have become ruins.

Fortunately, both of them deliberately avoided the place where Lin Yi was unconscious, so she was not affected.

The ten breaths have passed, and the noisy sound in the ear is getting closer and closer. The masked man's eyes are fixed, and he shouts angrily. under the arm.

"Come!"

"boom!"

The gust of wind and rain meets the violent storm, and the invisible air current meets the crimson gun light.

The shadows of fists all over the sky were printed on Pan Ye's pale red pupils.

His mouth and nose were bleeding, and there were several fist marks of different shades on his body.

In terms of total strength, he is inferior to the masked man, and cannot create such a huge formation, but the pervasive true yang strength has already caused him a lot of damage.

As the battle progressed further, the masked man's mask was blown by the strong wind and flew to nowhere, revealing a strange face of a middle-aged man behind him.

The masked man's face was flushed, and he endured the scorching hot breath rushing everywhere in his body.

Pan Ye let out an angry roar, facing the enemy's fists, advancing instead of retreating, with the unique pace of Benlei marksmanship under his feet, alternating back and forth, left and right, his body flickering and moving between square inches, and the silver dust gun in his hand was spinning around him , tumbling, waving into a tumbling flame dragon, while destroying the determined force in the fist wind, while going upstream, gradually eating away at the pair of fists formed by the airflow.

Relatively, the price paid is also huge.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, Pan Ye let the aftermath of the missed punch hit his body.

He was like a gigantic ship that was brave enough to break through the wind and rain, rampaging all the way, with the tip of the spear, "biting" fiercely on the fists of Qiqi.

"Woo~"

The air flow collapsed, and the masked man lost his momentum.

(End of this chapter)