Doom: Liver experience from hunting

Chapter 204 The situation is turbulent, and the killer is suddenly launched!
Pigs include black pigs, white pigs, flowered pigs, and fragrant pigs.

The head in front of him is covered in purple.

The pigsty is particularly smelly.

Obviously there is only one head, but the smell is stronger than the smell produced by raising several dozen heads!
The purple pig opened its eyes in a haze, and the eyes were like black crystals.

When the eyes met, the black crystal was like a vortex, firmly attracting Tang Wen's attention.

"This pig is an extraordinary hybrid, very lazy, you don't need to pay attention to it."

The faint voice interrupted Tang Wen's surprise.

I wanted to ask a few more questions, but he made a lot of trouble tonight.

At this moment, I don't want to have another twists and turns.

The spiritual power turned into substance, lifting the entire pigsty shack.

Stone bricks, stone bricks, stone bricks...

No?

"It's on the wall, what are you doing tearing down the pigsty?"

Tang Wen frowned.

As if unable to hold on, he withdrew his mental power.

A muffled sound.

In the pigsty shack, all materials were thrown on the ground.

hum!
The space seemed to stand still.

The moment all materials fall to the ground.

The old man behind him moved.

His eyes are as bright as lights!

Press down with one hand like a claw!

[Fengbu Visualizes Martial Arts—One Hundred and Three Styles: The Pressure of Wind]

This formula is similar to [Bound in the Night], and it has the same effect.

They are all ways to trap people.

It's just that Uncle Li didn't just immerse himself in Fengbu Kung Fu for a long time.

This style, the pressure of the wind, is performed without any trace of fireworks.

It's a coincidence!

Come at your fingertips!

The night is bound, and the trapped person is also silent, like falling straight down a nine-story building.

Immediately deter people in place.

And the pressure of the wind, the spirit drives the air to circulate.

Like a demonic wind, it doesn't just come from spiritual power.

The air in the space of Tang Wen's lower body has been drained.

The pressure on the top of the head is suddenly like a mountain!
The wind pressure is like gathering, and the waves are like anger.

The scrapyard is spacious.

There are thirty to fifty steps between Li Bo and Tang Wen.

Tang Wen can be restrained.

Uncle Li bent over and moved half a meter behind Tang Wen.

[Fengbu Visualizes Martial Arts—One Hundred and Nine Styles: Tiger Pounces on the Mountain]

A tiger leaps and can go down the hill.

Wind cut.

Li Bo raised his palm like a knife.

Live broadcast of Tang Wen's neck.

Although Tang Wen is still invisible.

But the dry and blackened palm, like the bark of a century-old pine tree, accurately judged the location of his neck.

If you don't move, that's all.

If you move, you will kill!

clang.

There is a faint sound of gold and iron.

A forearm that was as dark as a moonless night stretched out to block this beheading.

Uncle Li, whose face had not changed since he broke Tang Wen's whereabouts, finally changed his expression in shock when he saw the black forearm.

"Hard work idea?!"

Tang Wen's faint voice sounded: "It's a thief to be old and not die. You don't need to be so surprised by mere hard work, right?"

Li Bo's palms turned into shadows all over the sky.

[Fengbu Visualizes Martial Arts——The Third Form: Stormy Storm]

Two pitch-black arms stretched out, swinging fist shadows all over the sky.

[Dark Night God Fist—Second Form: Night Fight in All Directions]

At this moment, although the killing intent is strong.

But there was little movement.

Uncle Li seemed to be sure that Tang Wen would not dare to make any noise.

Wind pressure shrouded the world.

There are endless killing moves in his hands.

Old Jianghu, all understand.

Hands without mercy, mercy without hands.

After Tang Wen finished speaking, he stopped talking.

It's not that he doesn't want to say anything.

Instead, the mouth was sealed by the wind pressure!

Seal your mouth and nose!
Old silver coins!Old silver coins!
The ancients never lied to me.

Fengbu's skills include many violent, dynamic and powerful moves such as wind rolling the ruined building.

Not known for being quiet.

Not suitable for assassination.

And this old guy in front of him, alone, is hiding in the mountain city, and has been an enemy of the biggest force in the city, the Huang family, for many years.

I'm afraid I'm thinking about how to kill the enemy quietly every day.

The Fengbu is upright and upright, with a destructive technique.

Being made so silent by him, so silent, yet powerful.

Even Tang Wen, the Anbu's extraordinary, has to say a word of admiration.

However, although this Uncle Li is old, he is obviously extremely experienced and extraordinary.

The pressure on him was enormous.

I can only face it with all my energy.

The black arm collided wildly with the wind-wrapped fist.

There was a rapid explosion, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

But this considerable movement was completely covered by the wind pressure.

At this time, even a martial artist passed by the gate of the scrap yard.

Absolutely not aware of any sound.

Tang Wen's figure flickered, and darkness erupted heavily.

Originally in an invisible state, he was outlined by his own dark abilities.

One figure, two figures, three figures.

[Dark Night Fist——Third Form: Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts]

Three figures, six fists, attacking scattered.

It's not that Tang Wen made a mistake, but that this move must be seen by the enemy.

Let the other party be shocked and surprised, and lose sight of the other.

It's like a person with two shadows, and the shadows are alive.

In addition, at this time, Tang Wen was hiding his face in darkness.

The main body is still in the invisible state of [Moonlight Clothes].

There are no facial features such as ears, nose, eyes, etc.

The three pure black figures looked even more strange.

Old man Li didn't panic.

The footsteps turned continuously, and the mental power surged like waves.

Several afterimages appeared in front of him.

Although not as vivid as Tang Wen.

It seems that three living people are attacking together.

But it is also like an eight-armed arhat, with falsehood and reality, and it is difficult to distinguish the real body.

[Kazebu visualizes martial arts—the sixth style: afterimage of the wind]

Tang Wen's eyes flickered.

The fighting spirit in my heart is very strong.

If you meet your opponent, you will meet a good talent!
But so!

The two sides see each other.

The ground was splashed with mud, and it was a mess, like a demolition site.

After about a hundred strokes.

Tang Wen's head was filled with white air.

Li Bo's beard and hair were profuse, like a mad lion, even more ferocious.

Suddenly, the pressure on Tang Wen's head was gone.

The wind pressure is gone.

Surprised in his eyes, why?

This old thief can't hold it anymore?

Just when he was surprised.

next moment.

Several tornadoes rolled towards him.

Hey!
Where is it that I can't hold it anymore.

The old man just moved the position of risk control online.

in other words.

The other party has plenty of mental power.

To remove the pressure, one is to find that this pressure is useless to Tang Wen.

The second is to increase the range of silence, so that he can use more and more brutal Kazebu techniques.

Together with the tornado, the sludge on the ground and the feces in the pigsty were rolled up.

Attacking Tang Wen.

Tang Wen cursed secretly, not daring to resist.

But he has no other way, he can't break the trick for a while.

You can only use your mental strength to head-on.

A dark fantasy emerges.

The nine-story tall building suddenly appeared, pressed on the old man, and then quickly shrank.

[Dark Night Fist - Ninth Style: Dark Bondage, Spiritual Shackles]

Uncle Li's eyes finally changed.

This time it's not an act.

I can't even take care of controlling the field with wind pressure.

The eyes burst into splendor.

Started the most dangerous and quietest mental power contest with Tang Wen.

The dark building collapsed layer by layer.

Don Wendun felt the pressure, mentally pumped out crazily, and the black building was repaired again.

"Slow! There is a misunderstanding!"

Old man Li, look for the opportunity to speak!
"Misunderstanding? Hehe, it's just delaying time, wait for your pig to slow down?" Tang Wen sneered.

(End of this chapter)