Su Wen's fingers shivered uncontrollably, his body stiffened slightly, and he slowly stood up straight and turned around.

What Su Wen hated the most was not because his powerful father didn't like him, but because he looked at his brother in every way. Before the old guy died, he had already made a will and stated that his brother Su Chang would inherit all his family property. It was not because he had a half-sister, why he had such a beautiful, seductive and sexy child. He could only look at him but not because he could not. He hated his master why he had three apprentices and why two more senior brothers were pressing him on his head.

The thing he hated most in his life was that he was suddenly interrupted by someone in the wonderful process of taking off his clothes for the little beauty. He was intoxicated, but suddenly fell to the ground. This hatred would make him crazy and trigger a strong desire to kill in his heart.

When he saw clearly that he suddenly appeared indoors, and the only one who appeared beside him was a handsome young man. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was a little kid. The murderous intent in his eyes became stronger. And the next moment, the surface calm that he deliberately maintained collapsed. Because the qi and blood surged in the young man's body were so strong that he was shocked and his murderous intent was sharply reduced.

Expert!

This young man is actually a master! Damn it, how could it be? No wonder he could sneak into his side silently.

The narrow eyes narrowed and the pupils tightened. The energy of the whole body also increased to its peak.

Unexpectedly, although the other party is a master, he is confident that he is not weak. Moreover, the other party is still so young, at most sixteen or seventeen years old. How powerful can he be? There are also differences between masters and masters. The truly powerful masters do not rely on the cultivation level of being improved by working behind closed doors, but have experienced the use of skills tempered by countless life-and-death battles. Cultivation is dead, and the use of killing and fighting skills is the real kingdom.

Su Wen was able to survive in the martial arts world for so many years, but he relied on not only the reputation of his master, but also the real material.

"Who are you?" Use the moment of conversation to find opportunities for a surprise attack. This is the difference between an experienced Taoist venturer and a young child.

But is Tangning a young boy?

Obviously, he is not. He is a master of the court or an authentic warrior who almost knocked on the door of the dark Jin.

A master of physiognomy is good at face to face, joint to face, and to work together. If a person falls into their eyes, then his behavior, thinking, personality strengths and weaknesses are like a naked woman. There is no trace of concealment on her body. She is completely and exaggeratedly exposed.

When facing the enemy of the Jingshi, you will lose half of it innately.

Losing the first move means that it is not far from death.

"How do you want to die?" Tang Ning's expressionless face was still the same. His footsteps moved and he slowly approached.

Su Wen slowly retreated. He had thought of using the girl who was unconscious on the bed as a hostage, but he did not have the confidence and could succeed under the other party's murderous look. So he slowly retreated. While retreating, he waited for an opportunity to find a gap for a certain blow. "Look, I wonder if there was any misunderstanding between us? Are those two girls your girlfriends? Yes, they are very beautiful... Well, I didn't touch them. I can give you back immediately. You can make compensation, everything is fine, money? Or something else, as long as you ask, I agree."

"How do you want to die?"

The same sentence was said three times in a row, and his tone became colder again and again, which shows how deep the hatred and murderous intent in his heart was.

Su Wen's face sank and he stopped retreating. It was not that he didn't want to retreat, but that his back was pressed against the wall and he couldn't retreat.

"Boy, it's hard to practice at a young age. Those who know each other's faces can take them away. I won't pursue it. Otherwise, don't blame me for bullying the small ones."

Tang Ning looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person. "Since you don't say it, then okay, I'll think of a way to die for you." Suddenly, he smiled mysteriously and said in a sinister way: "Take you down from here, causing the illusion of falling from the building to die. First, I can get less trouble. Second, you are more suitable to die in this way..."

"court death!"

After so long, I didn't find any flaws in the opponent that can attack and kill. It's not that there are no flaws, but that there are flaws everywhere. Flaws everywhere are traps everywhere. This is common sense. Unless the other party is a half-tongue of 25, Su Wen will not believe that the other party knows nothing even if he doesn't know anything. So he can't wait any longer.

Take action!

He stepped on the wall with his left foot, pushed back hard, and rushed forward with the force. His hands and ten fingers were like hooks, grabbing Tang Ning's eyebrows, eyes and throat respectively. The speed was fast, and a sharp sound of breaking the wind at the tip of his fingertips. It was very fierce and vicious.

Tang Ning's eyes sterned, and he didn't dodge or avoid, and kicked Su Wen's chin straight. This is the "blocking the middle door to the center and a stick of incense to the sky" in the Northern School's leg technique.

There is a saying that one move and three changes. If you encounter an opponent's block, you can change the attacking position and run to your chest and lower vagina. The end is ruthless.

Su Wen did not block it, but instead swung his body in the air, and quickly flew down and rushed straight to the two girls on the bed. It turned out that his real target was them.

Tang Ning reached out and rushed forward, grabbed Su Wen's ankle, and threw it out hard. "Get out!"

Su Wen is nearly 1.8 meters tall and can't say he is strong, but he must weigh at least 160 or 70 kilograms and is thrown out like a broken sandbag. The things he hit are either broken, burst or damaged.

Touch! It's so loud.

A chair was knocked away, and the glass of the wardrobe shattered all over the floor. The white cabinet door was hit and seven or eight cracks burst out, and a pit the size of a basketball was sunk into the middle. When Su Wen fell to the ground, the whole room seemed to be shaking.

Su Wen got up from the ground and threw down the dust on his hair and clothes. His sinister eyes stared at Tang Ning. "I underestimated you!"

"I said I'll throw you out of here and do what you say."

"Hmph, I'm shameless."

A glimpse of the whole leopard can be seen. After a simple move, Su Wen knew that if he had used force alone, he might have fallen here today. The opponent's actions and reactions were all above the imagination. Damn, where did such a little guy come from? If you want to turn the tables, you must come up with a new move.

He sneered and grabbed the collar of his chest, pulled it hard to both sides, and sniffed. The outerwear and the shirt inside were torn from above his abdomen, revealing his naked chest and a square black iron plate the size of a palm hanging on his chest with silver chains.

Tang Ning's eyes narrowed, and he felt a rich evil spirit and a faint fluctuation of spiritual power from the iron plate. Is this?

This is a burial object in a dead tomb, a dark weapon. The acquired spiritual power has changed its medium. Although it is not considered a magic weapon, it is not far from the magic weapon.

Su Wen took off the iron plate, held it in his hand, and slowly raised it at Tang Ning. He smiled grimly: "Boy, you will die miserably next time. Those two little beauties are destined to be under my Su Wen's crotch. Haha..."

Tang Ning was unmoved. But the cold edge flashed in his eyes became more and more intense. Su Wen's proud and arrogant laughter stopped. His right hand holding the iron plate raised it above his head, and his voice roared with a shrill voice: "The Yin Spirit Gathers, Condensing the Evil Body!"

With Su Wen's harsh shout, a trace of black air appeared on the iron plate. It gradually became thicker, more and more, and became denser, and quickly expanded along his wrists to his whole body. The face, neck, hands, and all exposed skin were densely covered with a layer of strange black patterns like spider webs. The eyes also became completely dark, without whites, cold, and abnormal, as if they had lost the breath that a living person should have.

This is not the end. Soon, the black lines were as if they were soaked in water, and quickly smudged and spread into the skin. Su Wen's body quickly increased and swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bang bang bang. After several consecutive bangs, the clothes and pants expanded, cracked, and broke into strips of rags.

In a blink of an eye, Su Wen turned into a black monster with a height of more than two meters, as strong as a mountain, and bulging muscles all over his body.

"So it's the Yin Ghost Protective Technique of Xuanming's School." Tang Ning murmured. The fingertips hanging from the side of his legs slowly turned white and shining. A crisp sound was like the sound of an eggshell rupturing. The silver-white sword light several centimeters long condensed from spiritual power began to suck and flash at the front of the fingertips of ten fingertips.

Su Wen did not notice the abnormality at Tang Ning's fingertips. He was immersed in a powerful and unparalleled power. The gathering of Yin Spirits was his last way to save his life. Although the price of each use was to be weak for a month, and he had to find a place with strong evil spirits to replenish the evil spirits consumed in the Yin Spirits cards. But he had to do so. Because he felt that he was not Tang Ning's opponent by martial arts alone, so he had to put on the last trump card in advance.

Take a step forward, and the brown solid wood floor cannot withstand the huge force and breaks. Crack, Crack...

After Su Wen turned, the floor wherever he stepped on his feet would break.

"Smash you!"

Su Wen, who stepped in front of Tang Ning a few steps, crossed his hands and raised his head high, then quickly smashed it down at Tang Ning's head.

"Baosha!" A low shout. Tang Ning made a wrong step, taking advantage of the huge gap in both sides' bodies, flashed down, and then quickly approached. His hands, which were swallowing and spitting a few centimeters of sword light, pierced hard into his abdomen like wedges.

Puchi! The sound of the leaking of the skin was accompanied by Su Wen's horror and scream.

"This, this is impossible! Yin spirit gathers, steel and iron bones. Your hands? There is a ghost in your hands!"

Blood rolled up, dripping down his fingers. He covered his abdomen and stepped back several times, making the floor ginseng exposed with wooden stubble, making Su Wen, who was in a mess, roaring wildly without reason.

"Shut up and die!"
Chapter completed!