Peerless War God in City

It's hard to imagine him.

The special weapon that can puncture half a meter thick steel plate can only leave a small hole on Haotian's clothes.

What's the problem.

Chen Lang, very clear!

He is a martial artist, and he is also a double martial artist. Therefore, he is much more powerful than ordinary martial artists. Although he has not yet reached the realm of Defan, if he uses all his true Qi to form innate vigorous Qi to resist this bullet.

It can be done.

But...

Haotian, you can do it by yourself!

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Chen Lang would never have believed it. In the end, how strong a body is to achieve this step.

He stares at Haotian, trembling all over. His heart has been shocked, and he can't speak any more.

Haotian saw this, a faint smile, he stretched out his hand and patted it gently. Then, he raised his head slowly.

At the same time.

In his originally indifferent eyes, he burst out an incomparable chill, just like a knife awn, penetrating into people's hearts.

Haotian looked at Chen Lang with his eyes like a dragon and a chill like a star. The latter, under his gaze, felt as if he had been watched by an immortal great beast. He lost his mind and collapsed on the ground!

Haotian sees the situation, the corner of his mouth is slightly raised, and the smile on his face is even more serious.

He walked slowly, step by step, slowly toward Chen Lang, his pace, is very leisurely, as if in the dissemination of the same.

"Step on it."

"Step on..."

Haotian's feet, stepping on the ground, emit a series of slight sounds, very rhythmic, one after another, continuous, very pleasant to hear, just like fun.

However, the sound fell in Chen Lang's ears, just like the howling of hell demons. Every time Haotian stepped forward, his heart beat faster.

As a member of the dragon group, Chen Lang has experienced a lot of battles, and his hands have also been stained with a lot of blood. There are also moments when life and death are at stake.

But he has never been more afraid than he is today.

Although Haotian is indifferent, Chen Lang feels as if he is facing a mountain.

Especially Haotian's indifferent and deep eyes, looking at those eyes, he has a kind of, suffocating feeling.

Chen Lang kept sucking in the air-conditioner, and his body kept retreating towards the back. On his originally proud face, he was sweating profusely now, just like a waterfall, pouring down.

Just looking at his expression, we already know that he is so nervous and scared now.

Chen Lang himself is feeling, the most profound is that he felt his heart was almost out.

Finally.

In Haotian, when he was about five meters away, he could not resist the pressure of infiltration.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and begged to Haotian: "I'm sorry. I was impulsive just now. I apologize to you!"

"Please, don't worry about me, please!"

"Please, let me go. Don't move on!"

Haotian, with his hands on his back, turned a deaf ear, as if he had not heard Chen Lang's calling and begging for mercy. On his indifferent face, with a smile of evil charm, he walked slowly towards Chen Lang.