Female president's private killer

The picture looks very strange.

Shi Xiaohai knew that he was not the opponent of old cicada Ming. From the beginning, he didn't expect to defeat each other. He just wanted to break through.

So he kept breaking through, but finally he was stopped by old cicada Ming, so he waved his fist and fought far away, just trying to resist the enemy more than ten miles away.

Such signs clearly showed his fear, and it was impossible to escape the eyes of old cicada Ming, so old cicada Ming came to him with a calm smile and approached him step by step.

In fact, this is what Shi Xiaohai needs.

In the large-scale battle with heaven and earth forest as the battlefield, he can't find a chance to defeat the old cicada. Of course, if the distance is close enough, or he can find a glimmer of hope in despair.

Because he is good at close combat, his body is as hard as stone and has terrible power.

So he has been giving old cicada Ming a chance to get close. He is waiting for each other to get close.

Looking at the old man cicada Ming coming quietly, he was nervous and looking forward to it.

Watching the cicada chirp, the old man's eyes turned black, he began to be excited and happy.

Black eyes had no effect on him, and his formula of swallowing heaven began to release, just like the greedy monster in the legend, desperately devouring everything in front of him.

A breeze of dust and a mist of blood entered his lips.

At this time, he seemed to become a beast swallowing flesh and blood, desperately sucking the blood of old cicada Ming, swallowing the spiritual power of old cicada Ming, and even forgot to breathe.

A faint and reddish channel appeared between him and the old man cicada Ming. The rich Taoist power and spiritual breath of the old man cicada Ming quickly disappeared from that channel and entered his body.

Shi Xiaohai blushed like a drunken man and a funeral glow in the morning.

His eyes are as bright as a golden pond, which wants to devour the figure of the old cicada.

He clearly felt that a pure and clean breath, like water, kept pouring into his Dantian inner house and washing his body very clean.

He knew that it was the most essential breath of life for old cicada Ming.

Swallowing heaven formula is far more powerful than black eyes. Once it is displayed, it is almost irreversible.

Shi Xiaohai looked at the old cicadas nearby and smiled.

It seems that he is really going to usher in an impossible victory.

However, at the next moment, his smile became a little stiff.

Because of cicadas, the old man is still laughing.

The spirit and power of the old man cicada Ming are disappearing at a terrible speed, but he is still laughing.

His eyes were no longer dark, but calm as a lake, with a slight mockery in it.

His smile was still calm, as if he had insight into all the changes in the world.

Shi Xiaohai suddenly felt that the breath like water... Turned into cold ice.

This is not just a psychological change, but what really happens in the objective reality.

Previously, he washed the breath of the pith in his Dantian like water. Suddenly, it was cold and turned into ice. At this time, it turned into countless pieces of ice and snow, covering every subtle area of his body.

It was not the cicadas that he swallowed with the formula of swallowing heaven. The old man's breath changed.

But because cicada Ming had another breath on the old man, he swallowed it into his body.

It was a breath of absolute silence.

Heat is a sport.

Cold is the reduction of exercise intensity.

Silence brings absolute cold.

Looking at the old man cicada Ming, Shi Xiaohai knew he was wrong.

Before the strong strength gap, any fighting consciousness is meaningless. Even if he uses the swallowing formula to fight back against black eyes, as long as the old cicada Ming gives himself a ray of silence, he can't deal with it.

His body suddenly became stiff and cold, unable to move.

Dead leaves fell on his face as if they would never wither.

His Dantian began to freeze.

His body and mind became a cold and silent world.

He is connected with heaven and earth, but he still can't break the lonely world.

Even, the whole world began to freeze.

The sky was clear and suddenly rain fell.

Thick dark clouds, like the ash after burning reeds, kept flying, occupying the whole sky and covering the color of the blue sky. The temperature in the deep forest decreased sharply. It was extremely cold. The ice edges of the branches were very cold, making a creaking noise when frozen, and the dew covered by the dead branches began to freeze.

Shi Xiaohai stood in the wind and rain. Thick ice accumulated on the bloody monk's robe, like an ice bridge. Because it carries too much ice, it may break at any time.

In this battle, he is a bridge. Shi Xiaohai uses the sword of heaven and earth to attack the old cicada Ming. At this time, the silence from the old cicada Ming is swallowed by the formula of swallowing heaven and enters Shi Xiaohai's body. Through Shi Xiaohai's feedback to heaven and earth, it is magnified or visualized countless times and shrouds the jungle.

With the chill of ice, it penetrated the thick monk robe and reached the skin. In an instant, it froze Shi Xiaohai. The frost on his eyelashes and the ice on his face were very thick.

When the cold reached the extreme, all movements stopped. Shi Xiaohai, who was occupied by the idea of extinction, fell into the deepest ice cellar. He was too cold to tremble, too cold to breathe, and even his thinking was about to be frozen.

He was frozen like dew.

At this time, only Dantian was still slowly rotating in his body. Although the speed of rotation had become extremely slow and seemed to stop at any time, the breath emitted by Dantian had the pride of breaking all constraints, whether cold or silent.

At this time, his knowledge of the sea has become a sea covered with ice and snow. There is only the deepest mud bottom at the bottom of the sea. A piece of debris is still shining. He is unwilling and violent in the face of the cold falling from the sky.

At this time, he was in the greatest danger in his life. At the moment closest to death, Dantian broke out.

Shi Xiaohai suddenly began to tremble, the frost on his eyelashes and the ice on his face broke, and then shot away like a sharp arrow, revealing his real face.

A mouthful of blood gushed from his lips and fell down.

The blood is turbid because there are many broken blood ice particles coagulated by low temperature.

The turbid blood fell on the skirt and on his left hand. The blood evaporated into fog and brushed his face.

Shi Xiaohai shouted, looking extremely painful. The ice armor on the bloody monk's robe was shattered, just like the snow on the stone bridge was blown off, revealing the real appearance.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his hands trembled slightly, and made great efforts to break the ice and snow.

He must seize the moment of waking up.

Rapid retreat.

Cicada Ming, the old man raised his right arm and gently touched his fingers.

Know its male and keep its female. It is the world stream.

Cicada Ming old man uses the world finger.

Meaning completely ignores Shi Xiaohai's defense and escapes.

Shi Xiaohai also swept back and a blood hole appeared in his knee.

He fell back with a blood hole in his shoulder.

"Poop poop..." several times, seven blood holes appeared in his body.

The cicada Ming old man used seven fingers, which coincided with heaven's will, so he cut off humanity.

Cut off people's way of survival.

Blood gurgled out and dyed the dead branches and leaves under Shi Xiaohai.

At this time, he could only sit in an extremely ugly posture and had no strength to swing his fist.

Old cicada Ming said, "dexterity is a path." Shi Xiaohai understands that old cicada Ming is commenting on the previous battle. He admits that old cicada Ming is right.

Whether it is showing the enemy weakness or luring the enemy close to him, it will not enter the road for real combat.

"Your present state is still a long way from the real road. No matter how strong your desire is, you can't make up for it. What's more, you're on a wrong road." The old man walked slowly with the sound of cicadas, and the wind and snow changed things.

Shi Xiaohai raised his arm with some difficulty, wiped the blood off his jaw and said, "if I have a chance in the future, I will remember your teachings and learn how to be clumsy."

"No more." Cicadas chirp and the old man raises his hand.

"Ah!" Shi Xiaohai roared, and his body broke the wind. It was only a moment. He just took a step forward and punched the cicada in the face of the old man.

His fist was very small and looked as lovely as marshmallow, but the old cicada Ming's expression suddenly became very serious, which was more dignified than seeing Shi Xiaohai swallow heaven.

Old cicada Ming knew very well that the little fist that broke the snow looked so harmless and weak, but if you let the fist fall in place, you can knock down a mountain.

The palm is windless, soft as thin snow falling on the lake.

Old cicada Ming stretched out his right palm and blocked Shi Xiaohai's fist.

He was not knocked down by this small and terrible fist, because he was not a green mountain, not a river, he was an ocean that could hold hundreds of rivers, and he filled the air between heaven and earth.

Looking at the palm in front of his fist and the cicada chirping old man close at hand, there was no emotion on Shi Xiaohai's good-looking face. He was so calm that he gave birth to a strange smell.

With a bang, the dead leaves covered on the ground bounced off the ground, and countless cracks appeared on the loess ground, just like a cobweb.

When Shi Xiaohai fell on his right foot behind, he stepped on the center of the cobweb and subdued the power for more than 20 years, as if it were endless, pouring out from his body towards heaven and earth.

This is power, the ultimate power, the absolute power.

In the deep forest, only power was roaring. At this moment, even the vitality of heaven and earth born in accordance with nature was frightened and fled to the distance by the power emitted by this body.

In this case, even if the old cicada Ming releases the small world composed of cicada wings, he still has no way to escape. He can only meet his fist and resist his strength.

What can you do when you can't escape?

In the deep forest, absolute and pure power roared vertically and horizontally. Cicadas chirped, and the old man's bun was cut away in an instant. His long hair fluttered behind the blue Taoist clothes, looking a little embarrassed.

But immediately, Shi Xiaohai felt the loss of power like the wind, and his face turned slightly white.

At this moment, he thought of a rumor. His eyes were suddenly cold and he felt an uncontrollable anger.

He's not going to close his fist.

Old cicada Ming looked into his eyes quietly.

His eyes are so black, so calm, so dead.

The fallen leaves flying in the deep forest seemed to lose the support of the air flow and fell to the ground miserably.

It's like a cold cicada with its wings torn off.

If the situation goes on like this, either old cicada Ming wins with black eyes first, or Shi Xiaohai kills old cicada Ming before his power disappears.

The probability of the latter is only about 20%.

His fist finally fell completely.

The wild wind is blowing wildly, and it becomes extremely dark. The whole grassland becomes extremely dark, and then it becomes gradually dark, as if the night is coming... It is as if there is a dull crash on the grassland shrouded by the night.

Cicadas sound like a clean lotus, with bright red petals and white stems, fluttering in the wind.

Countless punches from Shi Xiaohai hit his body.