Death Maniac

Chapter 127 Combat

Seeing this, Yan Long's face turned cold, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"court death!"

During the words, the spiritual pressure stronger than that of the captain's first level exploded, and the whole person disappeared directly in place.

boom!
There was a loud bang, Wu Biao and Yan Long appeared simultaneously, and Yan Long's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

As mentioned earlier, strength is different from Reiatsu, and its strength cannot be judged by feeling alone.

Only when you really face Wu Biao can you know how terrifying this power is.

"Not enough, not enough!!!" Wu Biao shouted with fighting spirit.

Yan Long's pupils shrank, and he felt that the force from the blade became more and more terrifying, but what shocked him even more was that the bloody and tearful wounds on Wu Biao's body before had all healed without knowing when, even a trace No scars were seen.

If it weren't for the blood on the white coat, he would even wonder if the scene just now was his hallucination!
But Wu Biao didn't give him a chance to figure it out, so he directly clenched his fist with his free left hand and threw it at him.

Yan Long's face froze, and then there was a flash of spiritual pressure, and countless paste-like objects suddenly extended from the blade blocking Wu Biao's right fist. If you look closely, you can find that it is composed of one and one soul !

The paste was directly separated between Wu Biao and Yan Long, and then condensed into a shield. Although it looked like a liquid, the condensed shield forcibly blocked Wu Biao's blow!
boom!
A belated heavy muffled sound came out, and then bursts of cracks formed from the surface of the shield!
Yan Long's face changed slightly, and he immediately disappeared in the same place. The moment he disappeared, the shield collapsed into pieces, revealing Wu Biao's extremely excited face!

How can it be?

How could a Ruhun Street pariah without Reiatsu possess such terrifying power!

The preconceived judgment made Yan Long's face full of disbelief and absurdity. Could it be that 1000 years have passed, and even the lowest pariah in the soul world can have such powerful power?

Wu Biao rushed out again, and suddenly attacked Yan Long. His not tall body gave off a sense of oppressive heaviness, which made Yan Long's eyes gleam!
Yan Long's complexion changed, and he cried out inwardly. If he had known that this person would be so strong, he would not have made any troubles. When a few subordinates held him back just now, he left with his rosary beads!
"Friend, this is a misunderstanding..."

Wu Biao didn't wait for him to finish, he laughed wildly, brought his wrist to his mouth, and bit down!
"ten times……"

The monstrous blood was surging, he did not choose to open the Hundred Times Guanyin Fist, because he wanted to enjoy this fight, under a hundred times... Even if he hadn't tried it, Wu Biao could still feel that the person in front of him couldn't take his punch!
"Guanyin Fist!"

Shock emerged in Yan Long's heart. With his current strength of spiritual pressure, under the suppression of the opponent's fierce physique, he actually felt a sense of suffocation. The terrifying blood hidden under the red skin of this person made his heart skip a beat.

Without thinking about it, he immediately moved up, and his whole body turned into a black shadow, but instead of rushing towards Wu Biao, he directly lifted the death girl beside him, and galloped back.

The top priority now is to bring the rosary back to 'Calling Valley' instead of wasting useless time here.

Thinking so, Yan Long galloped even faster!
However, before he ran ten meters away, a blood-colored mist caught his eyes, and then a red bald head appeared, and a fierce wind came directly from his chin.

how come……

So fast?
A look of disbelief flashed across Yan Long's face, but his movements were not slow. The long sword directly turned into a soul-stirring, and the huge shield condensed, and he retreated at the same time!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the giant shield collapsed into countless spirit particles, and Wu Biao's figure appeared!

Horror appeared on Yan Long's face, and he shouted at the same time as he retreated: "Your Excellency, you and I have no enmity. Although my subordinates have offended you, you have taught them the lesson they should have. Why do you still pester me like this?" !"

"I've never fought for a reason!!" Wu Biao laughed loudly, and his figure directly charged forward again.

Yan Long's face changed, and with a wave of his palm, a milky white object grew from Wu Biao's feet, fixing him in place.

"Then you will die for me!"

Yan Long's voice full of killing intent came out, and the whole person rushed towards Wu Biao, the spiritual pressure on the long knife in his hand was churning, distorting the air around the long knife!
This cut stopped in an instant, and the terrifying shock was conveyed, and then a terrifying energy storm rippling along with the loud noise,

The smoke and dust swept along with the storm, covering the entire battlefield. Fortunately, the nearby residents who were lying on the ground ran away as early as the battle, so they were not affected!
But looking at the houses that were instantly ravaged by the storm, everyone couldn't help but show a look of wanting to cry but not tears.

They haven't figured out what's going on yet. First, a lunatic ran here and gave one person a punch, and then the lunatic fought with another group of people. As a result, their houses were all destroyed. Who did they turn to? Reasonable!

puff!
Accompanied by an undetectable muffled sound, a figure rushed out of the smoke and dust in the sky, it was Yan Long, and the death girl was protected by him under his arm, after all, she had to rely on her to complete the future plan!
Yan Long landed on the ground, but his eyes were still looking at the area of ​​the smoke and dust.

"Killed it?"

Normally, under an attack like his own, even the captain of the Goutei [-]th Division would never be safe and sound, but now his opponent made him not sure!
"Wow ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

At this time, a burst of wild laughter that made Yan Long horrified came out, and the blood in the sky soared into the sky, directly causing the endless smoke and dust to disperse, and then he only felt black in front of his eyes, and a hot palm was pressed directly on his face .

not good!

Wu Biao's body was covered with hell karmic fire, and the injury from that slash instantly recovered. The karmic fire splashed in his palm dissipated, and Wu Biao slammed his fist down directly. A dull sound followed Yan Long's screams. out.

"stop…"

boom!
"Stop hitting..."

boom!
Wu Biao didn't give Yan Long a chance to speak, and directly pressed him to the ground, and then his fists turned into fist shadows all over the sky, falling towards Yan Long's face uninterruptedly, and there was an endless stream of bang bang muffled sounds.

The blood spurts endlessly!

After smashing wildly for nearly a minute, after throwing out hundreds of punches, Wu Biao stood up with a bored face and released the ten-fold Guanyin Fist.

And Yan Long at his feet... can't see the original appearance anymore, his face is swollen like a pig's head, bruised and purple, and only a slit is left in his swollen eyes, which looks like a girl after being abused despair!

However, his heart was full of grief and indignation. If his plan went ahead, he could destroy the whole world... But before the plan was implemented, their group was completely killed by an inexplicable bald head!

And even why this perverted bald head is against them...is inexplicable! ! !
How can this not make him sad and indignant, how can it not make him feel wronged.

Thinking of the end, Yan Long, the patriarch of Longtang Temple, who was once one of the great nobles in the soul world, couldn't help but tilt his head, and passed out directly!
Wu Biao rubbed his stomach and said to himself, "I'm hungry again!"

(End of this chapter)