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0801 Five Holy Formation (2)(1/2)

Facing his former colleagues, Mr. C showed disdain.

"I will let you know the consequences of betraying my lord."

He crossed his hands on his chest, clenched his fists, and muttered an unintelligible word.

The dust in front of him suddenly stopped, and then he suddenly spread his arms to both sides. Wherever the wind of the fist passed, a circular passage slightly higher than Mr. C was formed.

Mr. C stepped into the passage and walked towards the door mirror.

The door mirror looked at the silver robe walking towards him, with a smile on his face and eyes full of provocation.

"let me try."

As former colleagues, they were of the same level, and they were both inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. However, the two of them had never really fought against each other.

The words of provocation are full of words, but in fact both sides have reservations.

Mr. C sped up his feet and rushed in front of the door mirror like a cannonball. His right fist was already full of spirit energy, and the muscles in his arm were twisted and spiraled, and he punched with his spiral arm.

The fist has not yet arrived, but the fist wind has arrived.

Mr. C has practiced boxing all his life, focusing only on strength. There are not many fancy ways to pursue speed, accuracy and hatred.

It is the best to prevent, but also the most difficult to prevent.

Menjing knew this person very well. When the opponent threw a punch, he did not stupidly use his body to resist. Instead, he folded his hands on his chest and made a weird gesture.

A mysterious and complex small defensive array was drawn in an instant.

When the fist wind just came into contact with the defensive formation, the blue light lit up, and the door mirror turned around again, and his hands returned to protect the three important points, which was the first round to miss the opponent.

Mr. C followed with less than two punches. After realizing that the door and mirror were avoided, he followed up with three and four punches. The fists were so close that it was overwhelming.

The door mirror is not a vegetarian either. It is densely packed with fingerprints and can be changed endlessly.

Mr. C advanced all the way, with punches and shadows, and a fierce path. The door mirror slowly exposed his weakness, and he retreated step by step.

He glanced at the door mirror, the contempt in his eyes became even stronger, and then he punched the ground with a big punch. The already cracked and uneven ground was shattered into pieces by this punch, and thick gravel flew in the air.

By accident, the door mirror filled my nose with sand, and I coughed violently, making my face turn red.

"It's your honor that my lord has taken a fancy to your body. How dare you betray my lord." As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. C's fist fell again. This punch was fast and fierce, with boundless power and extremely difficult to avoid.

Just when Men Jing's perfect face was about to be beaten into a pig's head by this huge fist, Men Jing's hands formed another hand seal, and this hand print took the longest time and the pattern was extremely complex.

In order to complete this seal, he faced Mr. C's fist without evading it.

There was a bang.

It was the violent sound of a fist hitting the seal. When the two collided, most of the power of the fist was absorbed by the hand seal. The door mirror took ten steps back before it stopped, and two strips were worn out on the ground under both feet.

Deep ravine.

The overflowing energy blew the sand and dust around, making both of them unable to open their eyes.



In front of the jagged rocks, the evil god waved his hand to disperse the flying dust, and a vacuum zone appeared within ten meters around him. Looking at the dark night messenger of the black race, he said with an indifferent expression: "You are indeed a black locust in this body. 26 years

You have never died in the secret realm of the Black Clan's clan grave before, and I will let you do it again today."

The Evil God grinned and sneered, and continued: "Even if the Black Clan has the ability to reach the sky, it is impossible for the soul of a dead person to travel twice."

The senior brother smiled with an indifferent expression.

He didn't want to explain, and he didn't bother to explain to that person.

The evil god raised his head slightly, glanced at the transparent Five Saints Formation, and said with a sneer: "That black cat turned out to be Qilin. Hahaha, I didn't expect Xuanwu to come too. I have been searching for many years but I still can't find any trace of the Xuanwu clan.

Hidden here." He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if sensing something, and then said: "Dangkang, Baihu, Qinglong, and the Five Saints Formation are all here.

Hahaha, it’s really good, it’s done right in one go.”

The senior brother shook his head: "How could I see you succeed?"

The Evil God let out a disdainful sound and took the lead in taking action.

His silver robe fluttered, and the wind and sand blew. The sky suddenly turned dark, and the air became much colder. Gravel as fine as dust hit his body, making a rustling sound.

Hei Zhuo quickly switched to his mental vision.

"It's useless, you humans can't see me with your mental vision, hehehe." Heizhao's mental vision was filled with snowflakes, which were sand and dust flying in the air.

He couldn't see the location of the evil god.

Hei Zhuo didn't move an inch and said, "How did you guess that the soul in my body is Hei Huai?"

The evil god smiled, and the sound reached Heimao's ears from all directions: "You think you can use the sound to identify my specific location, but you are wrong."

Hei Zhuo's expression froze. He knew that the evil god was powerful, but he didn't expect that he had such a weird ability.

He tried attacking in several directions, but all failed. He stopped attacking and said, "Since I can't find you, why don't we chat?"

The evil god didn't say anything, but sent a black attack to attack suddenly.

In the area where the two were fighting, a black whirlwind suddenly appeared. The wind rotated around Heimao, and soon compressed the rotation range. The black whirlwind slowly approached, and Heimao suddenly found that the air began to become thinner, and it became difficult to breathe.

"Hei Huai, what do I think of this move?" The Evil God's voice came again, and another black whirlwind was generated.

Hei Mao's situation became even worse.

The two black cyclones not only sucked away the oxygen, but also formed a vacuum zone during the rotation. It won't take long for Heimao to die of suffocation.

The sand and gravel are denser, spinning and turning extremely fast, hitting the human body and making a snapping sound.

The space was compressed again, and Hei Mao had to add another layer of shield to himself.

"It's useless. Even Qing Shitian can't withstand the power of the black whirlwind. How long can a little human like you resist it?"

With a soft snap, the first layer of protection that Hei Zhuo had put on himself shattered.

This layer of defense has a radius of ten meters.

The evil god came out of the darkness, his silver robe becoming brighter and brighter.



Menying slowly walked to Heiyuan with an arrogant expression.

"Is there no one left in the Hei clan? Why would you send three of your senior brothers to fight?" Menying said in a scornful tone, not taking Heiyuan seriously at all.

"Forgot, you can't speak."

The woman waved her hand, and Heiyuan immediately felt that the skin on his face had become a little looser, and he could move his head.

"Of course you will avenge yourself, no one else needs to intervene."

"Hahaha, you should avenge yourself. You are like this. You can't even block my three moves. You still want to take revenge? Go to hell with your father."

"Pain." When the word "pain" came out, Heiyuan felt that his heart was being hit hard, and he immediately frowned deeply and was speechless in pain.

First, he was unable to move due to the "stiffness" cast by Menying, and now, he was tortured to death by the "pain". He could not move, nor could he hide.

"Do you feel good?" Menying winked playfully. People thought she was acting coquettishly with her boyfriend, but she was actually a vicious woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions.

Heiyuan gritted his teeth and insisted, and two words popped out from between his teeth: "Come again."

"Huh, I'll satisfy you." "Sad."

If the previous "pain" was physical torture, then "sadness" is spiritual torture.

Black Abyss only felt that his consciousness kept falling into the darkness.

…This woman’s attack methods are really weird…

Until now, Heiyuan still can't find a suitable way to deal with Menying. He can't even figure out how a woman attacks. Mr. C's fist is on the outside, but Menying's poison is on the inside.

In his mind, the painful experiences of the past 26 years flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and those images struck Heiyuan's soul again and again.

"What memories come to mind? Your expression is so miserable, hahaha."

"pain."

"Woo." Heiyuan groaned, and his temples on both sides felt like someone had stabbed them with sharp objects, causing indescribable pain.

The double pain of mind and body made the black abyss feel like falling into an ice cave.

It hurts so much that I can't breathe.

"Are you feeling good?" Men Ying asked with a smile.

"...Oh...so good...again...come..." Heiyuan was already sweating profusely, but still refused to admit defeat.

Menying was stunned, she did not expect the young man in front of her to be so perseverant. No one had ever been able to withstand two rounds of "pain" in her hands.

"It looks like I can't really move anymore."

The woman paused, spread her arms to both sides, tilted her head slightly, and had a cold expression.

"anger."

As one of the three top executives of the Qionglong Organization, Menying has the most bizarre attack methods. Even Mr. C does not dare to provoke this woman easily. Her words are weapons.

As soon as the word "anger" came out of his mouth, Heiyuan felt that his body had become unbearably hot, his mind was surging, and he was filled with anger.
To be continued...
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