Chapter 4 This fist ten years of skill
For this level of macaque fish, its wisdom is closer to instinct.
If it can have more things in its mind and has sensed the spiritual pressure of the officer level, it should also choose to escape.
But at this time, Huo was all focused on Hanyu Dao San, this fragrant human.
"It smells so good!" Xu straightened up and rushed into the alley. His one-meter-long front paw stabbed Hanyu Dao San like a sickle.
Hanyu Dao San's reaction was also fast, and he knew that it was impossible to hide again. He raised his eyebrows and jumped backwards as if he was predicting, showing his extraordinary fighting talent.
The surrounding spirit bricks were blown up all over the sky, and Dao San was as flexible as a spirit ape, shuttled between the spirit bricks.
He said sorry inwardly. While avoiding the attack of the void, Dao San retreated crazily and ran to the depths of the alley next to him, which was less than three people wide.
Xu's attack was very clumsy, and his huge body crushed the walls of the surrounding houses. It was already slow, so it could only slash wildly with its front paws, but it could not hit Dao San Hanyu. Although the sticking tongue could also attack, it was not as fast as Dao San imagined, and it was even more bulky and slow.
"Yafen butterfly!"
Those souls that were affected had no time to wear clothes, and ran away with their butts naked.
Xu didn't care about these little bugs. When there was a sumptuous meal in front of you, even if you were hungry, you wouldn't look down on the scoundrel.
Its empty eyes only have three Dao, and unknown liquid flows from the corners of its mouth.
Compared to the delicious soul in front of you, those little bugs tasted so disgusting.
Accompanied by the sound of breaking the wind, the sickle-like bone claws cut across, Dao San glared at his eyes, stamped his legs, and retreated backwards.
The bone claw passed through Dao San's nose. At that moment, he even felt a chill on his nose. Then Xu roared, and Dao San's eardrum trembled.
Dao San felt the blood and energy surge in his body and began to look for an opportunity to fight back. He knew that if he ran away like this, he would have to exhaust his energy first.
Trying to find a chance to counterattack in dodging, Dao San punched his cold shell with one punch, and the power of the recoil made his arms numb.
Xu narrowed its dark and empty eyes, let out a loud laugh, attacked again, but was still dodged by Dao San.
As he adapted, Dao San gradually took the initiative. His eyes turned wildly, scanning Xu's flaws. Although Xu's attack was fierce, he could not threaten Dao San Hanyu with these giant claws alone!
"It's so stupid." Dao San raised his eyebrows.
The battle continued, and now from Hanyu Dao San's perspective, this Hsu was like the drunken guests in the izakaya, with every move being unruly.
Hanyu Dao San's heart was relieved a lot, his thoughts became clearer, and he calmly analyzed the situation.
The surrounding houses have collapsed, but they have formed a narrow environment. If you want to run, you will be completely exposed to your virtual sight and attack range.
You can't escape, you can only fight!
In fact, Hanyu Dao San actually lacked the need to look back and forth. His body moved instinctively and avoided the attacks of void, and his brain was running wildly, looking for opportunities.
Dao San's fist clenched, and the space in his hand was slightly distorted.
Ten years ago, when Dao San Hanyu first came to the Soul Realm of the Corpse, he was robbed in some chaotic places. At the critical moment of life and death, he awakened the "special" power.
He found that when he was highly focused, he could mobilize this special force and let his fists carry special damage.
However, compared to fighting to obtain essentials for survival, Hanyu Dao San tends to pay labor.
"Can you block this punch for ten years?"
Deliciousness is right in front of you.
And Dao San Hanyu's dodging back and forth completely angered the faint head.
I saw its two front paws dotted together, and a red light ball gradually gathered in front of its claws.
The window glass of the entire street and the walls along the street were shattered like firecrackers.
Hanyu Dao San's white eyebrows frowned into the character "one". With the light ball with huge energy, the empty aura began to become stronger, and Dao San's shoulders seemed to be weighing down a thousand pounds.
Dao San has no fear, or even no intention of retreating.
There is no turning back arrow when you open the bow, like the three arrows of the string. There is a strange gray spiritual pressure lingering on your fist, and you push it up.
The gods of death did not expect that this social animal, who was scolded by the store manager all day long, would be so brave at the critical moment of life and death.
On the other hand, the gods of death were completely attracted by the weak and evil spiritual pressure.
"This is……"
"Flash!"
How could it be?
Matsumoto Ranju exclaimed, how could a mixed fish in the vain, such an advanced skill?
"Murmur, gray cat!"
At this time, Matsumoto Rankuki was a rising star in the god of death. Her mentality was not that mature. She watched an innocent boy die in front of him. She could no longer bear it and pulled out the knife, liberated the Zanpakura to her colleagues, and rushed down.
The few people from the 12th Team did not stop them, and they could not believe that a mere mao Xu could actually use the skill of flashing.
The white coat was still scolding the team members around.
"What's wrong? This virtual strength is completely incompatible with the experimental data."
"Sorry, ten seats, it should be the responsibility of an accident there."
Damn it!
A gloomy face in a white coat.
A vanity that can release the flicker is enough to cause a disaster, and their twelfth team will not even use test items of this level.
Choosing such a virtual object as a test of Dao San is definitely a major mistake in his life as a God of Death!
The red ball on the virtual claws compressed to its limit and was ready to go.
"Run!"
Hanyu Daosan did not notice the chaos above, nor did he notice the kind-hearted shout.
Under the huge pressure of the flash, Hanyu Daosan seemed to awaken his talent hidden in his instinct.
He was calmer and more fierce, with a faint light attached to his fist.
The flash burst and shot towards Dao San Hanyu, but Dao San Hanyu did not dodge, but chose to rush forward against the attack of Dao San.
The moment Xu Blink approached, Yu Sheng Daosan was furious, his face was burning like fire, and the spiritual pressure in his body flowed wildly. Then he flashed and came to Xu, and the punch hit Xu's mask.
There was a "click".
The mask of Xu had dense cracks, and a "roar" sounded, leaving a final cry in this world. His huge body fell down at Dao San Hanyu without any suspense.
The battle is over.
This last blow, the perspective of the God of Death, was just blocked by the huge body of the empty body.
Matsumoto Ranju fell to the ground, looking at Hanyu Dao San who was stepping on his feet and his chest was slightly undulating.
She could see that the attack just now gathered the spirit in her body on her fist.
In the words of the God of Death, this is called "freshing"!
Although the killing technique and the killing of ghosts and Baili are the principle of the release of spiritual pressure.
But a young man who works as a choreer every day actually realized this skill.
This kid, in his previous life, wouldn’t he be a vicious man like Gengmu Jianba who killed countless people!
Hanyu Daosan was gasping for breath. He had experienced a battle, but had never experienced such a fierce battle. At this time, his chest was rising and falling, and he was breathing for breath. He bent over and raised his head, looking at the orange-haired aunt in front of him.
"Swoosh swish swish..."
Before Hanyu Dao San escaped from the joy of victory, nine figures instantly surrounded Hanyu Dao San.
"See a few Lords of Death." Hanyu Daosan was a little surprised, but he lowered his head as soon as possible and expressed his respect nervously.
In their circle of souls, the reputation of Death is bad enough.
Before he could continue speaking, a white-coated Death God stepped forward, his face with unconcealed joy and arrogance, pressing his right hand on the Zanpakura on his waist.
"Hanyu Dao San, suspected of falling into a coma with the 12th Franc, Taidao Chuanli, and suspected of falling into a vain Liuhun Street incident, are now arrested! If you have any objections, execute them in public!"
After the words came, the nine gods of death pressed the handle of their Zanpakura, looking at Dao San without blinking, and the scene was once depressed.
But Dao San, who had just experienced a life-and-death struggle, faced the threat of the gods of death whom he once admired, did not have any cowardice, but instead felt a sense of passion.
Dao San did not choose to defend himself or tolerate, and that strange power gathered on his right hand.
Such a group of people who are too lazy to even cheat will never invite themselves to eat and drink.
Hanyu Dao San's fist made a crisp sound, and his deep eyes were blurred that could not be seen directly.
From his side, layers of invisible gray fog were buckled and spread around him.
The white coat sneered, slowly raised the knife with a "swoosh" and placed it in front of him.
"One of the Boundary Roads, Sit." Accompanied by a slightly lazy female voice, the leading white coat was bound. The remaining gods of death wanted to swing their swords when they saw this, but were kicked down by Matsumoto Ranku.
"Matsumoto Ranju, do you want to defect?" The white coat was still squirming in shock and angrily, and was kicked out by Matsumoto Ranju.
Matsumoto Ranku kicked his colleagues over again, then put away his lazy posture, put away the Zanpakura in his hand, and turned his head to approach Dao San Hanyu.
The faint fragrance of wine made the winemaker Dao San itchy nose. He raised his head and heard Auntie Juefa say in a mature and intellectual voice:
“I apologize to you for my colleague’s rude behavior.
Chapter completed!